[English Mythology × Mathematical Genius | Coward × Little Sun | Youth Sweet Abuse Literature]
Chen Tingwan's desk always marked the 38th line, but it was always crossed by Lin Chengchu's math papers.
"Little old-fashioned guy, this derivative question is worth three White Rabbit toffees!"
The boy lay on the desk filled with sunlight and poked the tip of her red ear with the end of his pencil. No one knew that English Mythology in the whole grade would secretly watch NBA highlights in morning reading class, nor did they know that the trigonometric functions written all over the back of her draft book were a secret deal obtained by someone in exchange for English composition.
Lin Chengchu always remembered the day they first met. The girl with the cute haircut was shooting a beautiful three-pointer on the basketball court, but when he saw her hands shaking, he said harshly: "This is Parkinson's shooting!"
But when he put the strawberry milk on her desk, the girl who could memorize "In Search of Lost Time" couldn't read the hearts made up of function images on his scratch pad.
"Chen Tingwan, the 520th digit of pi is 2, just like my 520th heartbeat is all for you."
He chased her to the liberal arts class with an English paper that scored 38 points, but saw her wearing black-rimmed glasses and holding a certain boy's wrong question book to her chest.
Later, on the city's mock test list, there was a Milky Way between the names of the top scorers in science and those with perfect scores in English.
Lin Chengchu sang "Little Lucky" off-key at the graduation ceremony, and Chen Tingwan's spectacle lenses were filled with white mist. It turns out that cowards even use a prism to refract their farewells, hiding "goodbye" in the Tyndall effect.
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