"When all the floating flowers and waves are gone, I will accompany you alone." Qin Shunian held the pen and practiced calligraphy stroke by stroke. Recently, she was obsessed with Su Shi's poems. After writing this sentence, she turned her sore wrist and raised her head. What she saw was rows of backs of heads. The ten-minute class was completely silent. Since reaching the third year of high school, I have endless homework and endless questions every day. I am as tired as an ox and falling asleep in ten seconds is not a problem. Qin Shunian looked at the clock on the wall again. There were still six minutes of class left, so he had to finish practicing his calligraphy quickly. She was writing carefully while thinking silently in her mind. Suddenly, a slender hand knocked on her desk. Qin Shunian raised his head, and an angular face fell into his eyes. Ruan Yu said in a low voice: "The Chinese teacher gave it to you." Then he turned and left. "Oh... Oh." Before he could say thank you, Ruan Yu had already returned to his seat and began to study the questions. Looking at the thin bangs on his forehead, and then at the Chinese language papers on the table, Qin Shunian sighed silently in his heart, and then continued to practice calligraphy with his head down.
In the busy senior year of high school, a secret love quietly arises...
Intention: The first secret love