He Who Was Tamed by Light Was Tamed by Light.

Jiangchuan No. 1 College of Arts and Sciences. There is a magical being in each of the School of Liberal Arts and Science: Tang Jiaojiao, the iceberg beauty who always ranks first in liberal arts, and Zhou Yijun, a science genius who was recommended to Jiangchuan University in advance. Almost everyone thought the two men would one day meet at war. But only Tang Jiaojiao knew that the silver chain with the abbreviation zyj engraved under her neck was like the invisible reins Zhou Yijun put on her neck a year ago. It was a reward for the English competition, but it was also a warning. The boy pressed the pen against her report card: "Second in the city? Such low-level mistakes can also be made." The shutters of the liberal arts laboratory are always closed at dusk, and a draft of calculus is tucked between a yellowed collection of poems. Tang Jiaojiao could close the manuscript and give a speech fluently in front of the whole school teachers and students. In the corner that no one saw, it was the manuscript that Zhou Yijun had revised countless times, and Tang Jiaojiao stood in front of Zhou Yijun, scratching his lips, tears mixed with sweat, and the effect was honed. On the day of the mathematics competition, Tang Jiaojiao deliberately wrote the wrong question on the third question. When it was announced on the radio that Zhou Yijun had received an exchange opportunity with another school, he rushed into the heavy rain with the certificate in hand, and caught the fugitive who was writing his name silently in an empty classroom: "Why?" "You taught me," she handed over the dry clothes, "real light will find the cracks in the prism by itself, and I found it." ["I need someone to not hug me tenderly when I rush to the cliff, but to forge chains and wrestle with me"]