On the first day of school in the second year of high school, Chinese class representative Zou Shiwen was hit in the shoulder by a flying basketball. The ball was passed by sports committee member Li Mu.
One was a cute nerd who bent down to pick up paper after being hit by a ball, and the other was a handsome athlete who stood by the court and secretly thought, "This guy is really funny." They were two parallel lines that were not familiar with each other, but because of this oolong incident, they began to intersect.
Zou Shiwen didn't know why Li Mu was always hanging out in front of her - "encountered by chance" in the cafeteria, "dropped in" during class, and "happened" to bring an extra umbrella on rainy days. Li Mu didn't know why he couldn't help teasing her - the way she carefully picked onions, the way she puffed up her cheeks when teased, the way she looked at her glasses when she pushed them up, making her want to poke him.
Li Mu thought he was flirting with a silly little cutie.
Unexpectedly, she was the first to be tempted, blush first, and lose sleep first.
What's more, I didn't expect that the Chinese class representative who seemed to know nothing could be so calm and deadly when he flirted with someone.
From hand warmers to wrist guards, from canteens to playgrounds, from heavy snow in winter to basketball games in summer. This is the story of two girls in their best years, from stranger to familiarity, from temptation to confirmation, from school uniform to the future.
There is the heartbeat that accelerates when you have a secret love, there is the hesitation to speak when you are ambiguous, there are tears streaming down your face when you confess, and there is also the determination and courage when facing the future.
She read to her and played ball with her. She said, "May every step you run be light." She said, "You look beautiful when you sleep."
250,000 Words, 50 chapters, 5,000 words per scale, recording a period of clean, pure and gentle youth——
On her lips was the person she wanted to kiss the most when she was eighteen.
Concept: The most touching thing in youth is not who flirts with the other first, but that two people grow into braver selves little by little under each other's gaze.
