On the first day of transferring school, Xu Nian's deskmate was Zhou Xu, who was in the first grade.
He is cold, talks little and is not easy to get close to.
Xu Nian greeted him and he hummed.
Xu Nian lent him an eraser and he threw it over.
Xu Nian: What are you pretending to be?
Until she saw Zhou Xu wearing yellow delivery clothes, bowing and apologizing in the rain, with blood dripping from his forehead.
Only then did she know——
He's not pretending.
He was really busy, really tired, and really didn't have the energy to talk to anyone.
From that day on, there will always be an extra breakfast in Xu Nian's desk.
From that day on, there was another person in Zhou Xu's back seat waiting for him to study in the evening.
Someone asked Xu Nian: "Why did you fall in love with him?"
Xu Nian thought for a while and smiled:
"Because when he gave me a lecture, he would push the draft paper two centimeters toward me."
Two centimeters.
It was all the closeness that he dared to give to one person in his seventeen-year-old life.
