Youth is the struggle to shout in the arena, or the sweat freely on the playground, or the choice of love without hesitation despite knowing that moths fly into the flame...
"Teacher Song, I like you! I want to be with you!"
The young man on the rooftop was facing the light and the dusk. The expression on his face was as calm as ever, but the trembling fingertips still betrayed him.
"I'm sorry, I don't like you."
Song Qiuming pondered for a moment, "I have someone I like."
In the summer, the afternoon breeze suddenly picked up, carrying a scorching wave, and the young man's confession of love ended there.
At least, Song Qiuming thinks so.
Five years passed by, and I don't know if it was a coincidence or fate, but they met again at a blind date forcibly arranged by their parents.
He Xingli: Teacher Song, long time no see.
Song Qiuming: ... Is it too late for me to run away now?
[Gentle, heartwarming, heartthrob × paranoid possessive attack]
——"Teacher Song, I have a question that I don't understand."
"What?"
"How to make you fall in love with me?"
Intention: Love without restrictions on age and gender