Shen Zhaohui is a legend that Song Ranchu will always look up to despite time and rankings. She gathered her courage and finally, tremblingly, added the counseling contact information he posted.
"I am Shen Zhaohui."
"I am Song Ranchu, and I would like to ask you to tutor me in mathematics and physics."
"Yes. But it needs to be paid in advance. I don't guarantee the results, only the time I put in."
She bought his time. On the screen, he is the rigorous and clear "Teacher Shen"; outside the screen, he is the silent stormy waves accumulated throughout her youth. She thought that being close would bring warmth, but she didn't know that what she was igniting was an unrequited love that would consume her.
On the afternoon after the college entrance examination, while she was still struggling with her confession in the dialog box, his message arrived coldly: "The fees have been paid and the cooperation is terminated. I wish you a bright future."
She dialed the phone, her voice trembling: "Shen Zhaohui, when you sold your time, did you also sell your heart?"
In the receiver, he personally made the decision: "Song Ranchu, as far as you are concerned, I am just your high school tutor. So far, I am the best for you."
Her world suddenly became silent amid the deafening chirping of cicadas.
Then the world turned upside down. He failed the college entrance examination and his father passed away suddenly. In the ruins of despair, she held on to her last bit of innocence and ran thousands of miles to find him - only to see him walking side by side with a beautiful girl under the sycamore tree, with an expression of relaxation and gentleness that she had never seen before.
At that moment, there was a loud bang. She turned around silently, deleted all traces, and lived like a silent stone.
Concept: A two-way regret caused by time difference and self-esteem gap. The female protagonist pursues the light with her youth but burns herself. The male protagonist uses his self-esteem to push away the warmth and finally falls into belated regret, revealing the irreversibility of miss. When she walks out of the ruins of life, he steps into the embers lit for her. The most painful crematorium is never the burning flames, but the eternal misalignment of love and time.