In the early autumn of Southern Normal University, when Xia Zhi from the Department of Chinese Language and Literature knocked over the bookshelf in the library, she would never have thought that this hectic first encounter would lead her to write "the cool academic tyrant Lu Shiyan" into her four years of youth.
She is a vitality community cow who loves to write campus columns, with the enthusiasm of a small town girl, and always hides the warmth of the "little sun" in her words; he is the competition master of the mathematics department, wrapped in the softness of childhood with rationality, and is used to silently respond to the details - it is the desk lamp diagonally behind the library that always tilts towards her, the black umbrella that completely covers her on rainy nights, and the little sun bookmark she threw away, quietly tucked into the title page of "Mathematical Analysis".
From the minimalist dialogue of "Exclusive Interview with a Top Student" to the confession on Ginkgo Road that "writes you into the must-answer questions of life"; from the awkwardness of academic pressure, to the hug across thousands of miles when you are in a different place; from the nervous clasping of hands when meeting parents, to the determination of planning "the same campus, the same future" together.
This is a two-way rush about "the little sun crashing into the cold moon" - she warms his restraint with freshness, and he supports her dreams with tenderness. Between the pages of the library, under the lights of the club, and in the evening breeze of the graduation season, every heartbeat on campus is written into a sweet story of "you are here, it is just right".
