Two Female Protagonists Campus

149 怦 Heart-Pounding: Don't Be Friends with Her Anymore A Handful of Green Dates204k WordsOngoing 2Reads—Score—Shelves

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A good-looking campus novel with two female protagonists [sending my heart]

150 乌 Uknana, I'm Here to Rob You From Timid Star1.6M WordsOngoing 116Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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Moe Academy is also a campus

154 告 Confession Failed, I Died in Front of the School Beauty with My Backhand Luojia XiaomoUrban1.5M WordsOngoing 188.6kReads9.7Score22.7kShelves

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This book is really good, kids

157 京 The Reborn Little Rose of Jiuye in Beijing, She Is Both Lustful and Obedient Eat Tomatoes Without Gaining WeightModern Romance652k WordsCompleted 58.6kReads9.3Score29.4kShelves

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The Chord of Mint and Moonlight Chapter 1 The First Shower Rainstorms in September always come unexpectedly. When Lin Wanxing rushed into the teaching building with a sketchbook in her arms, her white shirt was already stained with dark water. The sound of a piano came from the end of the corridor, and the black and white keys danced in the rain, like silver fish falling in a puddle. She followed the sound of the piano in a strange way, but ran into a cold field at the door of the music classroom. "Be careful." The mint-scented voice was mixed with the damp wind. Lin Wanxing looked up and saw the girl holding a black long-handled umbrella, and the hem of her school uniform was half wet from the rain. The other party lowered his eyes to sort out the scattered music scores. The silver tail ring on his ring finger glowed coldly in the dark, "Go to the equipment room and hide. There is a hair dryer there." The incandescent light in the equipment room flickered on and off. Lin Wanxing looked at his embarrassed self in the mirror, and the tips of his ears felt hot. The girl leaned against the door frame, curling a strand of hair with her slender fingers: "My name is Shen Xinghe, from the music department. What about you?" When she spoke, the end of her voice always rose slightly, like the vibrato on the strings of a piano. "Lin Wanxing, Department of Art." The sketchbook was still dripping. Lin Wanxing hurriedly protected the corners, but heard Shen Xinghe chuckle. She handed over a dry towel, and when her fingertips brushed the back of Lin Wanxing's hand, it brought out a slight electric current. When the heavy rain stopped, the sunset dyed the clouds the color of orange soda. Shen Xinghe's umbrella was very big, and the two of them walked side by side on campus, their canvas shoes crushing puddles on the ground. "There is something missing in your painting." Shen Xinghe said suddenly, his eyes scanning the painting folder Lin Wanxing was carrying, "Shape alone is not enough, the audience must hear the color." Lin Wanxing was stunned, and turned around to see raindrops still on Shen Xinghe's eyelashes, reflecting the fine light in the sunset. At that moment, she suddenly understood that some encounters were chords carefully arranged by fate. From the first note, they were destined to form an unfinished song. Chapter 2 Secrets of the piano room The smell of rosin and coffee floated in the piano room late at night, Shen Xinghe's slender fingers wandered over the keys, and the melody of "Moonlight Sonata" spread over Lin Wanxing's drawing paper. She propped her chin up and watched Shen Xinghe play the piano. The lines under the brush unconsciously became softer, and the girl's profile was outlined in a hazy and gentle way. "You always stare at me, how can you draw well?" Shen Xinghe suddenly stopped, pressed his fingertips on the keys, and made a long lingering sound. The tips of Lin Wanxing's ears instantly turned red, and he knocked over the paint box in a panic. The cobalt blue spread on the floor, like a splash of the Milky Way. Shen Xinghe smiled and leaned over to wipe the paint splattered on her wrist with a tissue. Her breath swept over the back of Lin Wanxing's hand, with the sweetness of mint candy: "Don't be afraid, this color suits you very well." Her tail ring lightly scraped Lin Wanxing's palm, causing the other party to retract his hand suddenly, and an ink stain spread on the drawing paper. After that day, Lin Wanxing began to frequent the piano room. She watched Shen Xinghe put rose petals between the piano scores, listened to her talk about Chopin's Nocturnes and Debussy's Moonlight, and secretly drew the girl playing the piano in her sketch book. And Shen Xinghe would always hand over hot cocoa between practicing piano, and the casual touch of his fingertips made the air thicken. On the eve of the school anniversary, Lin Wanxing ran into Shen Xinghe arguing with his tutor in the piano room. "I don't want to take the path you arranged!" Shen Xinghe's voice had a rare sharpness, and his long black hair was scattered on his shoulders, like broken silk. When she turned to leave, she bumped into Lin Wanxing, and her warm tears fell on Lin Wanxing's collarbone, making her almost suffocate. "I'll take you somewhere." Lin Wanxing held Shen Xinghe's cold hand tightly and walked through the wisteria corridor under the moonlight. They climbed over the wall and came to the abandoned observatory. The night wind swept the tips of Shen Xinghe's hair and brushed against Lin Wanxing's lips. "I always watched the stars here when I was a kid." Shen Xinghe looked up at the night sky. "It turns out that no matter how bright the stars are, they will sometimes be obscured by dark clouds." Lin Wanxing carefully hugged her shoulders, feeling the other person's slightly trembling body. The bell of zero o'clock was heard in the distance, and Shen Xinghe suddenly turned around, and his warm lips gently brushed her cheek: "Thank you, Evening Star." Starlight leaked from the dome of the observatory, blending the two figures into hazy silhouettes. Lin Wanxing knew that from this moment on, their fates had already been quietly intertwined under the moonlight, like twin stars that would never be separated. Chapter 3 Undercurrent The cherry blossoms in early spring fell on the window sill of the piano room, and Lin Wanxing was painting a portrait of Shen Xinghe. The girl's eyes lowered while tuning the strings were breathtakingly beautiful. The morning light filtered through the silver bracelet on her wrist, casting tiny spots of light on the drawing paper. "There is an important performance next week." Shen Xinghe suddenly said, digging his fingernails into his palms, "But the instructor wants me to play the designated piece." She stood up and opened the window, and the cherry blossoms were swept into the room by the wind and fell on Lin Wanxing's unfinished painting. Lin Wanxing put down the brush and gently held Shen Xinghe's cold hand. In the past few months, she gradually discovered that Shen Xinghe seemed cold and aloof, but in fact he was trapped in a cage woven by his family and mentor. "Play what you want to play." She said seriously, "I will cheer you on in the audience." On the day of the performance, Lin Wanxing came to the concert hall two hours early. Through the crack in the door backstage, she heard Shen Xinghe's mentor yelling angrily: "Are you determined to ruin your future?!" This was followed by the sound of breaking porcelain. Lin Wanxing opened the door and saw blue and white porcelain fragments on the floor. Shen Xinghe stood barefoot among the fragments, with fine drops of blood oozing from his ankles. "Follow me." Lin Wanxing rushed over and wrapped Shen Xinghe's trembling shoulders with his coat. They fled to the old church on the hill behind the school. The moonlight filtered through the stained glass, dyeing Shen Xinghe's pale face a strange purple. "My life has been planned since I was a child." Shen Xinghe curled up on the bench, his voice hoarse, "Piano, competitions, studying abroad... But I never knew what I really wanted." Lin Wanxing hugged her into his arms and smelled the faint smell of blood mixed with the fragrance of mint. "You can choose again." She said softly, "Just like I chose to paint the light in your eyes." Shen Xinghe raised his head suddenly, and the emotions surging in his eyes made Lin Wanxing's breath hitch. The moonlight flowed between them, and Shen Xinghe's lips slowly approached. Just when they were about to touch each other, Lin Wanxing heard footsteps coming from outside the church. Shen Xinghe stood up in a hurry and fixed his messy hair: "Thank you, Wanxing." Her tail ring flashed in the moonlight, "It's time for me to go back." Lin Wanxing stood there, watching Shen Xinghe's back disappear into the night. The cherry blossoms fell on her shoulders, like an unfinished sigh. She knew that this youthful heartbeat had already deviated from the track in the undercurrent, but at a certain moment, it quietly took root and sprouted. The next story can revolve around Shen Xinghe's family pressure, the development of their relationship under the obstacles of reality, and how they redeem each other. For example, plots such as the secrets of Shen Xinghe's family, Lin Wanxing's personal exhibition for Shen Xinghe, and the two people facing graduation decisions, etc., Continue to enrich the content of the story and build a novel of hundreds of thousands of words.

158 南 South Island Loses Its Old Style Lin Zizhou294k WordsCompleted 5kReads9.6Score1kShelves

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Not abusive, very young two-way secret love [admiration]