When a young student from the Chinese Department meets a cold-blooded senior from the Computer Department, a romantic showdown between code and poetry quietly begins in the season when the sycamore leaves are falling.
Core outline
"The poem is well written."
On the first day of school, when Lin Xingwan got lost on Wutong Avenue, he bumped into a boy riding a bicycle.
Her poetry manuscripts were scattered on the floor, and when he picked them up, his eyes stayed on them for three seconds.
He only said five words and left in a hurry.
She didn't expect that this boy named Jiang Chen would be the technical consultant of the literary club, nor did she expect that Professor Chen's inter-professional project would group them into a group.
He is a programming genius, the main player of the school basketball team, and a senior who is said to be "aloof and difficult to approach" on campus.
She is a liberal arts student who loves to write poetry, a girl who dreams of being a writer and is trying to shine in a strange city.
He thought code was the most rigorous language in the world.
She believed that poetry was the freest expression of the soul.
"What if I wrote you a poem in code?"
From the sycamore trees in autumn to the first snow in winter, from late nights in the library to cheers on the basketball court.
He developed exclusive writing software for her and hid starlight in the program.
She recorded every moment for him and wrote a hundred-line poem about the encounter.
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He said: "Your poem says, 'I would like to be a star and shine for myself' - now, let me be your starry sky."
She said: "Your code is not a cold symbol, it is the longest love letter you wrote to me."
This is a long love that started from an unexpected collision under the sycamore tree and finally achieved mutual success.
