My Deskmate in the Senior Year of High School Secretly Gave Me All My Preferences

At the beginning of my second year of high school, I lost my math paper and was anxiously wandering around in the corridor. The legendary aloof scholar Zhou Yu, without saying a word, tore his own paper in half and gave half of it to me. From then on, my world was quietly "invaded" by him. ——In the Peiyou class, he "happened" to sit next to me and pushed his notes over. ——It was raining and I didn't bring an umbrella. He walked behind me "on the way" and used his umbrella to block out a piece of sky for me. ——I was so painful during my menstrual period that I broke into a cold sweat, and warm brown sugar water and warm babies appeared "out of thin air" on the desk. I thought this was the unique kindness of a top student, until I found a carefully preserved, crumpled candy wrapper with my name written on it in the exercise book he never left. I threw it away a year ago. "It's not a coincidence, Cheng Xiaoyu." The tips of his ears were red, but his voice was steady. "I planned for seven hundred and thirty days before I dared to give you my preference."