Heart-beating prologue under the sycamore trees in autumn
A fallen leaf, a stray cat, a seemingly accidental encounter started the most unlikely love song in B University
On the campus of B University, where the sycamores are golden and the leaves are falling, the story of the proud man from the Finance Department and the ordinary girl from the Computer Science Department quietly begins. Song Qiuming - the 189cm-tall heir to the Song Yang Group, a campus sweetheart of B University, a short-tempered but scheming person who has never been in love; Lin Zinan - a rare girl in the computer department, a lively and cheerful dormitory group favorite, who is trying to step out of the shadow of her predecessor.
In autumn, the sycamore leaves have been dyed with different shades of golden yellow. Song Qiuming put one hand in his pocket and walked slowly towards the teaching building of the School of Finance, stepping on fallen leaves. His height of 189cm stood out among the crowd.
"Brother Ming! Wait!" Rapid footsteps came from behind. Song Qiuming didn't look back and continued walking forward until his shoulder was tapped from behind.
"I've been calling you for a long time, are you pretending not to hear me?" Zhou Fan panted and followed him, "The skateboard club and the calligraphy club will have a social gathering tonight, will you come?"
Song Qiuming raised his eyebrows: "Two social groups that are incompatible with each other? Who had the bad idea?"
"I really don't want to go to a social gathering," Lin Zinan protested for the hundredth time. "I just broke up a month ago and I'm not in the mood to meet new boys."
"It's just because we broke up that I had to go out to relax!" Fang Tong refused to let go, "A scumbag like Ye Chen is not worth your sadness for him."
When he was approaching the meeting place, Lin Zinan suddenly remembered something: "Tongtong, you go first, I will come over after feeding Xiaobai."
She turned to another path, but she didn't expect that she would meet the most important person in her life...
