Liu Wanji is debating between attending a second university or repeating his studies
, madly hating the male god she has a crush on! On the morning of the first Chinese language test, she and he were stopped by the guard at the school gate along with the bustling crowd. She imitated him and showed his admission ticket to enter the school gate, and followed him step by step, excited. . . Two days later, in the afternoon after the last English test, she rushed out of the examination room as soon as possible, pretended to squeeze in beside her boyfriend, and mustered up the courage to say to him, "I think I know you." "Oh." He replied lightly. This word "oh" is an explanation to her. After explaining all the sadness and the long road, "It doesn't matter, the rest of my life is long, we will get to know each other slowly," she thought humbly. Before she could say the second sentence, a girl with a high ponytail came jumping from a distance and naturally took her boyfriend's hand. . . A gust of evening breeze passed through the long corridor of the school examination room, and her friend asked her if she had done a grammar fill-in-the-blank question correctly. She nodded empathetically, and said loudly to the pair of well-matched figures who were drifting away, "I did it right, me! Good! Smart! Ming! Ah!" Yes, how smart I am, getting wet in the rain for him, drunk for him, and sad for him, but he doesn't know it, and he will never know it. . .