Song Ci always thought that after Lu Shiyan went abroad, their lives had gone their separate ways.
Until the start of her senior year, when she saw a familiar, infuriating figure standing at the lectern.
Other people’s childhood friends: gentle, considerate, and endlessly doting.
Her childhood friend: a seemingly aloof new homeroom teacher who’s always scheming behind the scenes, and even makes her copy the school rules when she gets on his nerves!
At her wits’ end, Song Ci slapped her workbook down. “Lu Shiyan, what exactly are you trying to do?”
Resting his chin on one hand, Lu Shiyan gave a slight smile. “I want someone to face reality sooner.”
“What reality?”
“That I’ve been waiting for you to fall for me all this time.”
