Jingran clutched the internship registration form and stood outside the general manager's office and took a deep breath. When the door opened, she looked up and her breath suddenly stopped. The man was wearing a straight suit and holding documents between his fingertips. The arc between his eyebrows coincided with the figure who always sat by the window in the library. "Jingran?" He spoke first, his voice deeper than in memory, "Welcome to join, you will report directly to me in the future."
The sun was shining brightly outside the window, and she clutched her work badge tightly, remembering that in her third year of junior high school, she was always on the third floor of the library, secretly looking at the figure diagonally in front of her who was memorizing words. It turns out that some waiting will sprout quietly in the inadvertent reunion.
Concept: The collision and growth of the secret love class