His name is Jing Song. His name is Chen Yue'an.
They’re the CP I ship, and they’re my classmates.
Most of the tension and flirtation in this story really happened. The rest, I secretly observed with my head on my desk.
From the awkward testing of the waters when they first met to the flirtatious push and pull later on, from tea eggs to a little animal park, from a frozen artificial lake to a single dorm bed barely a meter wide.
One is like a firecracker with a lit fuse: he explodes, then runs off. The other is like a hot-water bottle on a winter’s day: slow to warm up, but warm enough to soften your heart.
This isn’t some earth-shattering story, and there are no wild twists and turns. It’s just the clumsiest tests of affection and the most earnest heartbeats of young people.
HE, HE, HE! I’ll say it three times because it’s important.
This is my first school-life story, and I’ll defend their real names to the death.
Song-An 99!!!
To reiterate: this is pure romance. I just love writing about the shy, hesitant, slightly foolish and impulsive feelings of youth.
Read it if you want to, and if you don’t, don’t cause trouble. I welcome all reasonable suggestions (I really will be grateful and use them as inspiration), but I won’t accept nitpicking.
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