In order to catch up with Jiang Yi, the bravest thing Lin Xi did was to announce to the whole class during his self-introduction on the first day of transferring to another school that he would ask him for math lessons every day.
No one knew that this girl who always loved to stare at his back was hiding a passion that had been buried since last year's math competition. He was the aloof academic who was always immersed in his homework, and she was the light chaser who approached blatantly. The sunlight under the camphor tree shattered into gold foil, reflecting the notebook she had filled with his name, as well as the occasional pauses and imperceptible waves in his writing.
"Jiang Yi, I don't know this question anymore."
The boy's hand holding the pen tightened, and the sound of breathing behind him was like feathers, tickling his heart.
It turns out that I like it a little bit, but I can't hide it, and there's no need to hide it.
