After the Dream Came into Reality, He Became Allergic to the Physics Department Grass

>One week before the start of school, Huo Jiajia dreamed of the same scene four times in a row: amidst the sky full of ginkgo leaves, she was pressed against the wall of the library and kissed by a strange boy. >Until at the opening ceremony, when the principal read out "Ling Ran from the Department of Physics", the paint box in her hand fell to the ground with a bang - the profile of that face was exactly the same as that of the person in the dream. >She ran away, but bumped into him again in the elective class. Ling Ran picked up the sketchbook she had dropped, and his eyes suddenly froze when he stopped at a certain page. >The drawing shows his sleeping face, his eyelashes casting shadows under his eyes like broken butterfly wings. >"Classmate," he said as he approached with the smell of crushed pine needles, "how long have you been following me?" >Huo Jiajia pointed out the window in panic: "What if I said... It was the three-hundred-year-old ginkgo tree that painted it for me in a dream?" --- Intent: "Classmate," he said as he approached with the smell of crushed pine needles, "how long have you been following me?"