On the first day of school in early autumn, the campus is filled with excitement. Lin Weiwei, a sophomore in the Chinese Language and Literature Department, overslept because she stayed up late the night before to catch up on manuscripts. She ran wildly in the corridor of the teaching building holding books and materials. At a corner, she was caught off guard and ran into a solid embrace, and the things in her hands were scattered all over the floor. She apologized hurriedly, and all she could see was the clean cuffs of his white shirt and a pair of well-jointed hands quickly helping her pick up information. The other party was silent, but his movements were neat. After Weiwei thanked her hurriedly, she had no time to look at him and continued to rush to the classroom like a gust of wind, leaving only a hurried figure of the other party behind. Jiang Chen, who was hit by her, frowned slightly as he watched the girl run away, leaving a vague impression of this reckless and energetic collision.
