The sycamore leaves in Beicheng No. 1 Middle School have fallen and grown again, witnessing a young man labeled as a "walking disaster star" - Jing Xiaoran.
His world is filled with endless falls, spilled ink bottles and misplaced answer sheets, as if fate was particularly stingy with him.
Until that summer afternoon, his reckless steps shattered the calm appearance of a girl named Lin Xuanya.
She is like a prickly mint.
Jing Xiaoran clumsily tried to get closer and make amends, but always pushed things into a worse situation.
But amidst the embarrassing collisions and Lin Xuanya's merciless scoldings, a delicate balance was quietly established.
He was surprised to find that when her figure came into view, the shadow of bad luck seemed to be quietly dispelled by a ray of invisible light.
The campus card that was lost and recovered, the passing mark that was accidentally passed, the old bicycle that was given a new lease of life...
Is it the blessing of metaphysics, or is some deeper connection quietly growing?
Jing Xiaoran's eyes gradually couldn't move away from that irritable yet soft-hearted, tough-talking but awkward figure.
He clumsily pretended to ask questions, coveting the light in the third row of the back seat by the window, just because she was there.
The aura of the so-called "Goddess of Luck" may not come from the mercy of the gods.
It is hidden in every awkward concern, in the sweat of fighting side by side, and even more in the moment when each other's heartbeats resonate at the same frequency when they are close to each other.
The salvation called luck ultimately points to the warm harbor named "Lin Xuanya"...
