My Deskmate When I Was Seventeen Years Old

When Xu Xingsui entered the first grade classroom of the city's No. 1 Middle school in early autumn, he met Cheng Shinian, who ranked first in the comprehensive examination. Later, they were assigned to the same class. Xu Xingsui was good at writing and had outstanding scores in liberal arts, but he was always weak in mathematics and science, and often got into bottlenecks when doing questions. Cheng Shinian was cool and reserved, with outstanding logical thinking, and was firmly at the forefront of the grade. However, he was coerced by the excessive expectations of his family, and his days were filled with solving questions and arrangements, and he rarely had a moment of relaxation. As classmates, the two developed a secret love, and in their senior year of high school, they became roommates. There is no deliberate difficulty or bloody entanglement, the seventeen-year-old's affection is restrained and pure. The evening breeze in the corridor for evening self-study, the warm water waiting for the sports meeting, the gentle comments on the test paper, and the three years of thoughts hidden in the notebook make the friendship between classmates slowly ferment into a heartbeat. They accept each other's shortcomings, look down upon the gap between grades and family background, and support and grow together in each other's company day after day. From the time we first met side by side in the first year of high school to the end of the college entrance examination in midsummer, the appointment we had at the same table eventually turned into a stable bond that lasts throughout the rest of our lives.