Ruan Qingqian has a perfect silent system - once I put on the headphones, the world has nothing to do with me. Until Xie Ningyu showed up, the boy who always ranked first in grade but loved to take apart her pens.
He soiled her papers, and she drew on his textbooks; he laughed at her game operations, and she snatched away his physics notes. Everyone thought they were mortal enemies, but no one noticed that the playlist in her headphones was quietly changed to the piano music he had played. The back of his competition draft paper was filled with her initials. The classroom seats are five rows apart, but our eyes have met a hundred times in the air. When her green tea bestie crashed the birthday party, Ruan Qingqian grabbed his sleeve and said, "There are just six of us. I'll invite you." His ears turned red and he said, "Okay." Later, in the library on the eve of the college entrance examination, he suddenly paused after finishing the last question: "Ruan Qingqian, do you want to..." Her heart pounded: "What do you want?" He lowered his head and smiled: "Do you want to tell all the questions in the future to just you?"
Intention: People with the same frequency will eventually rush to each other in youth