The students in Class 3, Grade 2, discovered that since the Art Festival, the school uniform jacket of the cold-faced academic god Lu Xingci always had a faint smell of orange soda.
The source of this smell is Su Ruan, the art student in the next class who always holds a drawing board and has two pear dimples when he smiles.
When Su Ruan couldn't sketch the light and shadow, he would silently hand over the sharpened 2B pencil; she was afraid of the dark and dared not walk at night, so he would take a long way across two streets with her, always carrying her favorite orange hard candies in the pocket of her school uniform; during the school sports day, she ran 800 meters and fell, and he rummaged through the entire playground to find her fallen hair rope. When he knelt down to help her tie her shoelaces, the tips of her ears were as red as if they had been burned by the sunset.
Someone asked Lu Xingci: "Why do you always stay with Su Ruan?"
The boy zipped up his school uniform to cover his red ears: "Because her rubber always rubs on my pants and I can't wash them off, so I have to be responsible until the end."
——The seventeen-year-old's love is the orange fragrance that can't be washed away on the school uniform, and the indulgence he hides under his cold face and only gives her.
