The first time Ye Chaoran met Zhao Yixi was in September of his first year of high school, next to the basketball court of Mingyuan Middle School, in the geology corridor outside the geography classroom. The bell just rang. She followed the girls in her class and walked slowly to the classroom with her heavy geography book and notebook in her arms. The playground next to it was full of laughter and noise, and the physical education classes of other classes had just ended. The way to the teaching building became particularly lively for a while, with everyone gathering in groups, all walking in the same direction. Less than ten meters ahead, a group of boys turned in from the basketball court. Ye Chaoran saw the tallest one among them at a glance, and then he could not look away. Because that tall boy has a particularly good-looking face. She laughed in her heart at herself for being vulgar, but people are inherently vulgar visual creatures. She just stared at the boy without any cover-up. Anyway, there were so many people in between, so the other party couldn't notice it, so he let his courage go without fear of others seeing the joke. When she saw him, Ye Chaoran had a very strange thought in her heart. She felt that he would look good if he wore a white shirt. Then she laughed softly, and it was a white shirt again. It seemed that all beautiful young love stories had such a white shirt.