My Senior-Year Deskmate Quietly Gives Me All His Affection

At the start of my second year of high school, I lost my math test paper and was frantically pacing the hallway. The legendary cold, brilliant Zhou Yu said nothing. He tore his own test paper in half and gave me one side. From then on, he quietly “invaded” my world. During our advanced class, he “just happened” to sit beside me and slide his notes over. When I forgot my umbrella in the rain, he “happened to be going the same way,” walking behind me and holding his umbrella over me. When period cramps left me sweating with pain, a cup of warm brown sugar water and a heat patch “magically” appeared on my desk. I thought it was just the natural kindness of a top student, until I found a crumpled candy wrapper with my name on it, carefully preserved in the workbook he never let out of his sight. It was one I’d casually thrown away a year ago. “It wasn’t a coincidence, Cheng Xiaoyu.” The tips of his ears turned red, but his voice stayed steady. “It took me 730 days of planning before I dared to give you all of my special treatment.”