In the midsummer when cicadas are noisily chirping, transfer student Jin Zhi is like a cold white rose, unexpectedly breaking into Jiang Ling's unrestrained youth.
One is the last one who sleeps in class and acts wild on the basketball court, and the other is a transfer student who is meticulous in his shirt and tie and whose fingertips are always stained with ink. The trajectories that should be parallel are quietly overlapping in the bleeding wound on the rooftop, the old notebook with the black cat drawn on it, and the blurred shadows on the side of the basketball court.
When Jiang Ling grabbed Jin Zhi's gauze-wrapped wrist, he didn't see clearly the emotions surging in the other person's eyes. He could only hear a very light "hmm" wrapped in the wind. The smoky gray cat squatted on the railing, its tail swaying slightly, as if witnessing this entanglement that began in midsummer——
He didn't understand why the injury on Jin Zhi's wrist was always bad, and he didn't understand how many secrets were hidden in that old book. However, as he tried and approached again and again, he found that he had long wanted to drag this boy who always smelled like mint out of the shadow he was carrying alone.
Youth is a question that cannot be solved, and you are the only answer I hide on the back of the draft paper.
Concept: In the midsummer when the cicadas are noisy, the transfer student Jin Zhi is like a cold white rose, unexpectedly breaking into Jiang Ling's unrestrained youth.
