The Page of Summer

[Cold-faced academic tyrant × warm beauty｜Double secret love｜Group portrait] On the first day of high school, Lin Qingyu was late. She carried her schoolbag and slipped into the playground through the back door. The whole school was holding an orientation meeting. The principal was reading a manuscript on the stage, with a white T-shirt underneath. She crouched down and looked for her class's square formation in the crowd. She stepped on the step and threw herself forward. Didn't fall. Someone stretched out a hand from the side and held her elbow firmly. The force was very accurate, neither causing her to fall nor scratching her. Lin Qingyu stood firm and raised his head, meeting a pair of expressionless eyes. A face that looks like a school hunk, but as cold as if it had just been taken out of the freezer. The white T-shirt was clean, not even wrinkled, which was in sharp contrast to the embarrassment of her sweaty hair sticking to her face. Just as she was about to say thank you, the man had already retracted his hand and turned back, without saying a word the whole time. Later she found out that his name was Jingyue. The top scorer in the high school entrance examination, the first in the school, the iceberg. Only later did she find out that he was actually standing in the last row of the square formation in the adjacent class that day. He saw her when she ran in. He deliberately took half a step back to clear the steps in advance. Otherwise, her fall would have been more than just that one fall. She is an average student, loves to laugh, is popular, and has a circle of friends. He is the first in his grade, keeps to himself, and avoids strangers. But she slowly discovered—— When she forgets to bring her meal card, the cafeteria aunt will say, "Someone just swiped it for you." She was called to a meeting in the middle of her daily sweep. When she came back, she found that the floor had been mopped, the mop was leaning against the sink, and the faucet was turned on tightly. She posted on WeChat in the middle of the night saying, "Physics is so difficult." The next day, there was a handwritten note on her desk. The handwriting was as neat as printing, and the key points were clearly circled in blue pen. They were all about electromagnetics, which she was least good at. No signature. But she knew the word. On the night after the college entrance examination, I was in the KTV box where my friends were gathering. Someone started asking Jing Yue to sing. He took the microphone and turned to look at Lin Qingyu in the corner. "Three years." His voice was very soft, but the room suddenly became quiet. "From the moment you were late and I caught you when you missed the step." He paused: "I never thought about letting go." It turns out that the iceberg, as early as the first sight in the summer, had taken half a step back from the steps. Intention: youth and beauty