"In your youth, was there an unspeakable person?"
It was rumored in A High School that Shen Jingwu, the god of study in the science experimental class of the second year of high school, was aloof and could only watch from a distance, not to play with or pursue, but Meng Zizhou, a kid from a rich family who had just transferred to another school and was obsessed with skipping classes, picking up girls, and not abiding by school rules, didn't believe it.
From the cold stare and tit-for-tat exchanges when they first met, to the shock and amazement when they met again, to the gradual familiarity and tacit understanding, and later the inseparability of life and death.
Meng Zizhou knew that he would be in the hands of Shen Jingwu for the rest of his life.
"I'm a jerk, you don't have to respond to me." Meng Zizhou sat on the desk, his legs were not good, and he stepped on the chair from time to time. He looked at the red light of the setting sun shining through the window into the classroom. The man was standing on the podium. He was cold and didn't like to smile. He was obviously wearing a school uniform, but he smelled like wind and snow.
But it fucking made him excited.
Meng Zizhou lowered his head and no longer looked directly at Shen Jingwu. His palms were sweating and his fingers kept turning the ring.
"I think you're quite pleasing to the eye."
"What do you mean?"
"It's not interesting, I just like you quite a lot."
The crazy, irritable young master is attacked by the cold, affectionate and paranoid man
Purpose: Prosperity, strength, civilization, harmony