In the early autumn when transfer student Shen Tang entered Xingyu Middle School, the sycamore leaves rustled all over the avenue. She stood at the door of Class 3, Grade 2, holding a stack of textbooks, and bumped into Lin Zhiheng, who was holding a competition question book.
He is the cool academic god who is firmly at the top of his grade, a dazzling young man who attracts cheers on the basketball court, and an existence that is out of reach in the eyes of others. And she is a new transfer student, quiet and reserved, accustomed to being a bystander in the crowd.
An accidental opportunity of sitting at the same table made two originally parallel lines quietly intersect. The morning light shared by the window in the morning, the scratch paper secretly handed over in class, looking at each other across the bookshelves in the library in the evening, and the bottle of warm mineral water handed out on the basketball court...
In the trivial daily life, emotions quietly grow in the dodges and temptations in the corners of the eyebrows and eyes. It turns out that the greatest heartbeat in youth never needs to be deliberately arranged. It just happens to meet you when the sycamore leaves fall.
Intention: Study hard and make progress every day
