Gu Zhao, a dyed-blond school tough guy ranked second to last in the entire school, is forced by his homeroom teacher to sit beside Su Wan, the top student in their grade.
“Get lost. Don’t get your filth on my workbook,” she says coldly, without even looking up.
He storms out, but when a transfer student gets bullied, he silently offers them his notebook;
She refuses to help, but after he tears up his exam paper, she uses tape to piece together every fragment of the page with its score of 49;
When a rebellious motorcycle crashes into the quiet library, and a sticky note saying “I have to get into Tsinghua” meets a draft covered in “I’m so tired”
Two parallel lines defined by labels insist on meeting, colliding through clumsy kindness.
“Gu Zhao, you have to place in the top hundred on this mock exam.”
“If I do, what’s my reward, genius?”
Her ears turn red. “...I’ll tutor you in physics for a month.”
This isn’t the same old story about a top student saving a poor one. It’s about two lonely souls piecing each other together
The test paper you tore up, I’ll help you rewrite the answers;
The mask you’re tired of wearing, I’ll stay beside you as you slowly take it off.
It turns out growing up isn’t about one person chasing the other, but about lighting each other up by saying, “I believe you’re worth it.”
When the paper plane flies across the parallel lines, we finally understand: labels are nothing more than sticky notes that haven’t been fully peeled off.
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