Jiang Jingxuan, recognized as the academic god of Bingshan in No. 1 Middle School, won the gold medal in the competition but was cold and alienated from the world. Huan Nanyu, a liberal arts genius who transferred from his second year of high school, had a pear-shaped smile, like a mint candy suddenly smashed into a calm lake.
At first, Jiang Jingxuan felt that the transfer student behind him who always liked to lie on the table and draw his profile was troublesome. Huan Nanyu felt that the cold deskmate in front of him looked more beautiful when the tips of his ears were red than the sunset.
"Jiang Jingxuan, I don't know this question."
"... You are in the top ten of your grade, why are you pretending?"
"But I just want to hear what you have to say."
So there are two overlapping shadows in the afternoon in the library, there are more figures passing water on the basketball court, and the notes for evening self-study are full of thoughts that only each other can understand. When Huan Nanyu put the diary filled with three years of secret love into Jiang Jingxuan's hand at the graduation ceremony, the always calm and self-possessed young man finally leaned over and whispered in his ear:
"Idiot, I like you too, from the first day you became my deskmate."
In midsummer, cicadas chirp and soda pops. The seventeen-year-old love cannot be hidden, just like the gentle smile in Jiang Jingxuan's eyes that can no longer be concealed when she looks at Huan Nanyu.
Intention: My deskmate tried to go both ways to ferment a young and sweet love.