Lin Xi felt that he and Jiang Yu, the legendary god of study in the medical school, were destined to be in two different worlds.
She is just an ordinary liberal arts girl. She spends her days in the cafeteria debating whether to eat strawberry sweet and sour pork or sweet and sour pork ribs. She occasionally writes articles on public accounts to record the subtle warmth on campus. And Jiang Yu—a genius who ranked first in his major for three consecutive years, had published SCI papers, and was said to have been booked by a top research institute—was like an unreachable star to her.
Until the "confession love letter" prepared for a friend accidentally fell into Jiang Yu's hands backstage at the campus singing competition.
"I want to use my body temperature to measure your heartbeat frequency."
When Jiang Yu said this disgusting love words that she had complained about countless times, Lin Xi just wanted to disappear on the spot.
But what she didn't know was that the out-of-reach star began to quietly deviate from its orbit——
The "accidental encounter" in the library, the "happening" in the cafeteria, the extra cup of warm milk on the window sill of the laboratory, and the note name on WeChat that made her heart skip a beat:
"Thermometer".
It turns out that some people are aloof because they have not yet met the person who makes them willing to break all principles.
"In my heartbeat equation," he said, "you are the only solution."
——This is a story about "social death" turning into "heartbeat".
