A storybook romance about two people secretly in love, beginning as childhood friends.
At a class reunion, a television was showing Rong Zhen, the hottest race car driver around.
His black race car left a blur in its wake as it sped by. The roaring engine and rushing wind became his soundtrack, while countless fans screamed and went wild for him.
But the man in the driver's seat was utterly calm, handling the wheel with unhurried ease, as if the world's frenzy had nothing to do with him.
Their classmates sighed and eagerly discussed all the girls whose hopes he'd coldly dashed, concluding that he simply lacked the capacity for romance and was born with a mind devoted to his career.
Lin Zhi: ...
*
After the reunion, a classmate who had long had a crush on Lin Zhi parked his Maserati by the roadside and confessed to her, holding 99 roses.
Everyone saw it:
The "Black Tyrant," fresh off winning the F1 championship, appeared and parked beside the Maserati, instantly making every luxury car there look dull by comparison.
Rong Zhen, whose name was so often linked to romance rumors, stepped out of the car and put an arm around Lin Zhi's shoulder as he handed her an invitation. His lazy voice carried a pointed meaning: "Zhi Zhi, don't you think a proposal without a championship trophy is missing something?"
*
The black race car was parked at the top of a mountain. In the faint glow of a streetlight outside the window, the man lying in her lap lifted his eyelids. His dark, expressive eyes were alight with anticipation.
Lin Zhi smiled, and countless scenes flashed before her eyes.
At seven, there was no hope or light in the boy's eyes. The banquet hall was packed with people raising glasses and exchanging pleasantries, but not one of them had come for him.
At thirteen, the boy smiled at her against the light and said softly, with a trace of melancholy, "Your handwriting is so pretty."
At seventeen, she picked up the star that had fallen into her palm and gently wiped it clean. As the rust faded, he began to shine again.
At nineteen, on a night of brilliant fireworks, he was the only earthly firework she needed.
"Everyone says, 'I'd follow you anywhere.'
But I want you to come to me."
Reader's notes:
1. A slightly bittersweet, sweet, sweet campus romance. I got stuck on the story I wanted to write, so I'm trying something different.
2. The logic isn't airtight, and there are some author-created settings. Please be gentle.
3. They won't define their relationship before the college entrance exam. Study hard and keep improving.
4. The flirting stage is the sweetest!
5. In school, she's a rebellious good girl and he's a two-faced, clingy charmer. As adults, she's a cool comic artist and he's a big-shot race car driver. They support each other as angel investors.
6. Most of my reference material comes from Baidu and news interviews. Please point out any errors.
7. Neither lead is perfect. They're both strong and devoted to each other. There is no one-sided love, just open squabbling and covert flirting. I don't favor either of them, thank you.
8. I may revise the story from time to time. Major revisions will be marked. Thanks for understanding.
9. Updates daily at 18:00, with bonus chapters at 21:00. I'm revising at other times, so I can only guarantee daily updates. I have some chapters saved up, but not many, and I can't promise bonus chapters.
If you're okay with all of the above, come on in.
Theme: Be yourself, pursue what you want, and stay true to it
