The senior year of high school changed seats, and Song Yan was moved to the front row - the class teacher's final struggle. Shen Tingyu sat in the back seat of him and saw him biting his pen and staring blankly at a basic question. She couldn't help but poke him on the back: "You can't even do this question? My three-year-old nephew can do it."
He turned back to glare at her, the tips of his ears turning red. Later, when I got used to it, I realized that it wasn't that he didn't work hard, it was that he really couldn't learn. His scratch paper was fuller than anyone else's, and his grades were worse than anyone else's. But he is extremely talented at playing games. After the college entrance examination, the three of them started playing black. Zhou Yu left the game midway, leaving them alone in a double row. When eating chicken, he would turn on the mic, and his low and deep voice would pass through the current. Shen Tingyu would not speak while typing, but he would remember every sentence in his mind.
She had once half-jokingly and half-testingly forwarded a paragraph of confession to him on Douyin. Song Yan took it seriously and replied in a long paragraph seriously. The general idea is: You deserve better, don't hold yourself back because of me. He felt from the bottom of his heart that he was not worthy of her, and he also thought from the bottom of his heart that Shen Tingyu liked him.
But he didn't know that she really liked it.
After that, he told her not to hit her and she went offline obediently. When she turned around, she found that he was playing with someone else. Angry? Certainly. The next day he asked if he was coming, but she still came online. This kind of life lasted for three months. He was cold and violent, she pretended to be fine, and they played ball and he disappeared again after playing. Before the score check, he recorded three songs for her, and she sang back three songs with her voice crooked. After the scores were released, he failed the exam and never mentioned it again.
During the night of military training at the university, Shen Tingyu set the three recordings as a single loop, and when he heard them, he wanted to smash his phone.
The transfer was on National Day. She sent a screenshot of Zhang, Fang Chi and the others playing Sijiazhou, and Song Yan quickly messaged: "You won't call me?"
"You're not accompanying me."
This time, he was finally willing to return the words he had suppressed for three months to her one sentence at a time.
Intention: To like is not to wait to be matched, but to be willing to go to you, no matter where you are.