## The Seventh Sunrise: The Seven-Year Itch of the Cold-blooded Academic Master and Little Sun
>As the number one student in grade, Lin Wan hated noisy creatures the most—until Jiang Nian climbed over the wall and poured milk tea on her newly issued full marks.
>"Master God of Study! Should I choose C or D for this question?" The girl's fingertips were stained with milk tea, and she poked her waist with a smile.
>Lin Wan slapped the geography notes on Jiang Nian's desk with a cold face: "Finish memorizing them before sunrise tomorrow."
>Later she found out that Jiang Nian stayed up late to finish memorizing the book just to watch the seventh sunrise with her.
>On the day of the graduation ceremony, Lin Wan stood in the rain late at night with two tickets in her hands: "Come with me, or never see me again."
>At the bidding meeting seven years later, Party A's director Lin Wan threw Party B's chief designer Jiang Nian's plan on the table: "Redo it."
>She didn't see Jiang Nian wearing the plain ring she gave him back then on his ring finger.
>Until the night of the reception, Jiang Nian pressed her against the fire escape and gasped: "The sunrise that Mr. Lin taught me back then... Does it still count?"
