Just as she turned around, there was a crash and the books on top fell to the floor.
Someone came over and knelt down to help her pick it up.
Fang Yuning recognized him. He was Shen Yihong, who was in the science class in high school and was separated from her liberal arts class.
"You are Shen Yihong." She did not use a questioning tone.
"Yes." He was indifferent, but there was a sincere warmth.
She noticed that he didn't borrow any books, but he didn't borrow any books when he came to the library. Maybe he had already read them in front of the bookshelf, she guessed.
People who study science think very fast.
She is a liberal arts student who is slow to develop and needs time and effort to learn new things. However, she would spend all day and night thinking about and researching things she was interested in.
The pace of the city was so fast that she couldn't breathe. It took her seven years but she still couldn't fall in love with Yangcheng, a southern city and an economic hub.