In the afternoon in the library, the old ceiling fan stirs the sunlight into golden spots, which fall on the exercise book full of stress lines.
The girl who was stuck in a mechanics problem was interrupted by a shadow with the scent of mint.
"The direction of friction is reversed."
The boy's voice was as light as the wind, his fingertips were stained with blue and black ink, and the pages of the book he opened contained romance about the universe.
He handed her an orange candy and asked her to watch the sunset fall on the river.
Later, the exercises were still difficult to solve, but the girl suddenly felt that it didn't matter if she couldn't solve the problems.
After all, what is more charming than the standard answer is the sunshine falling on your shoulders at this moment and him beside you.
(I just wrote it out of sheer interest. Don't delve into the logic. Don't criticize the characters. Of course, you can criticize me. If you don't like it, you can just delete it. Thanks for stopping by. The same goes for other articles.)
Concept: The small beauty in a corner of the campus is the gentlest heart-warming enlightenment in youth.