In the summer of her sophomore year in high school, she was knocked away from the exercise book in her arms by a rash boy in the corridor. The boy knelt down to help her pick it up, and his fingertips accidentally touched hers.
She looked up and remembered his name - Chi Zhou.
Later she would always see him on the sidelines of the basketball court. He was a very good player. When he shot a three-pointer, she couldn't even blink. When he passed by her, there would be a smell of sunlight mixed with laundry detergent in the air. When he called her name, her ears were so hot they could fry an egg.
Throughout the summer, He Duyue had been doing the same thing - pretending to be casual, waiting for him to pass by her.
But what she didn't know was that every time the boy named Chi Zhou made a three-pointer, he would take one more look at the girl holding the basketball on the sidelines and pretending to be looking away before turning around and running back.
