In his third year of high school, Li Chu thought he was hiding well.
She suppressed all her heartbeats, attributed every encounter to coincidence, and treated the hot milk he handed her as a courtesy.
What she didn't know was that Wen Shuli had an encrypted photo album with the password being her birthday, which was full of her profile for three years.
At the graduation dinner, everyone was booing. He walked through the crowd and leaned forward. His tone was gentle and restrained: "What a coincidence, we are still classmates in college. Add me on WeChat."
She thought this was the beginning of the story.
Later I learned that this was never a coincidence, but a long-planned rush.
A liberal arts girl who is cold on the outside but warm on the inside vs a gentle and sinister science major
Intention: youth, growth