On the first day when Lin Du transferred to school, he bumped into Shen Ke in the corridor. Shen Ke is number one in his grade, cold, restrained, and inhumane. The seat next to him had been empty for a whole year—not that no one dared to sit on it, but because he wouldn't let anyone sit on it. Lin Du is an art student, quiet and reticent, and is used to drawing everything in his sketchbook. He had been drawing the same back for three years, with the left shoulder less than a centimeter higher than the right shoulder. That was a habit that Shen Ke didn't even know he had. One is approaching, the other is retreating. Both of them refused to speak first, so they said "I like you" a thousand times with notes, milk, chalk dust and the chemistry problem book full of comments, but never said it out loud. There are also a group of people around them: Ji Huai, who had a secret love for three years before discovering that he was a stand-in, Gu Shen, who was used as a stand-in but lost his life, Xu Liao and Shen Zhiwei, who were depressed and anxious, Lu Shinian, who wrote his secret love in a notebook but was made public, and Jiang Yu, who was always sitting in the back row, always peeking at Su Ye. Some people missed it, some people were too late, and some people didn't even say "I like you" in the end. This is a story about "almost". We almost got close, we almost said it, we almost graduated together. But just that one thing is missing a whole life.
Intention: In the limited time, bravely get close to the person you want to get close to.