With a 32-point reconstruction warning posted in front of her eyes, her mother's surgery fee was still 30,000 yuan short. Su Nian clutched the crumpled bill and squatted under the sycamore tree, feeling cold even in the wind - until the "Academic Master Self-Rescue System" suddenly popped up, and the only target bound to it was actually Lu Shiyan, the top student from Bingshan School in 985 next door who "always buttons the cuffs as tight as possible."
She can copy high-level math problem-solving ideas by touching her fingertips, and secretly learn English listening skills side by side. In order not to repeat the grade and collect the surgery fee, Su Nian asked him to "borrow a pen for advice", but it revealed the tenderness he had hidden for eight years: he remembered that she had a bad stomach and always brought warm milk; she held her childhood hand-drawn manuscript of Wutong in her wallet; even the pen was engraved with her name "Nian", and even the milk tea shop where she worked part-time, he took a detour to "coincidentally" save her.
"Senior, how come you know everything?"
The tips of Lu Shiyan's ears turned red and he handed over the hairpin: "I lived next door to you eight years ago and saw you painting the sycamore trees all summer long. I never forgot it."
From a scientific scumbag who relies on the system to an entrepreneur who can win science and technology awards and open a studio by hand-drawing, Su Nian finally understands: How can there be such luck? It's just that he hid his secret love in every protection, accompanied her from the trough to the podium, and handed her the rest of his life with a smile: "Copying skills will expire, I will teach you for a lifetime, and then open a hand-painted studio for you that will always be warm.
Pretty good looking