The whole school knows that Teacher Li Suihan of Shudong No. 1 Middle School is a flower on a high mountain - as gentle as jade, self-denial and etiquette, and keeping just the right distance from all the girls.
The whole school also knew that Qian Lingxing, a sophomore in high school (3), had a crush on him. From the history tutor who made up lessons during vacation to the tall figure on the podium, she spent three years filling the entire diary with one person's name.
But when the diary was accidentally leaked and rumors swept across the campus, he was the first to be pushed to the edge of the cliff.
"To avoid suspicion, I will resign as head teacher." He straightened his back and refused to back down in the face of all doubts. "But I will never leave the podium, let alone give up on my students."
That day, Qian Lingxing promised him in front of the whole class: "Teacher Li, I will focus on my studies. See you in college."
She cut off her long, carefully maintained hair and put all her strength into the book.
In the year of graduation, she was admitted to 985 with one of the top three scores in the school. On the day she left school, she stood in front of him and declared frankly:
"Teacher Li, can I chase you now?"
For two years, she gently attacked the city as a "friend". He asked himself repeatedly in a thousand late nights: Am I resisting her, or am I resisting the identity we once had?
On the night of the awards ceremony, she held up a light sign and waved to him at the end of the crowd.
He finally walked through the crowd and walked up to her, his voice trembling slightly:
"Classmate Qian Lingxing, can I get to know you again as an equal?"
She smiled and cried, stretching out her hand:
"Hello, my name is Qian Lingxing, nice to meet you."
