Li Yuan's youth is like a piece of crumpled draft paper.
>Until Song Mingze bumped into her morning reading class with ink stains on his white shirt - her drawing paint was stained on it.
>"Classmate, you dropped your sketchbook." He picked up the comic she secretly drew and traced the wet starry sky on the page with his fingertips.
>Later, it was spread throughout the school that the god of learning only wore white shirts, but no one knew that there were strawberry candy wrappers hidden in every pocket.
>It is filled with mathematical formulas that Li Yuan cannot understand: "β=α+1 (α is your heartbeat frequency)"
>When the Chinese class read "Except for Wushan, it's not Yun", she hurriedly lowered her head, tears blurring the words "Song Mingze" she just wrote.
>The next day, there was an extra pack of strawberry candies on the table, and a line of small words was added on the back of the candy wrapper: "Clouds are the coordinate system of rain, and you are the origin."
>The flower on duty smiled and took his arm, locking the comic book into the iron box.
>Until her award-winning work was published in the school magazine - the god of learning was painted as a star-struck boy, but the heroine was a blurred silhouette.
>Song Mingze rushed into the studio holding the publication: "Why don't you dare to finish the painting?"
>The iron box bounced open in his hand, and hundreds of practice drafts poured out:
>It's him on every page, the same outline of strawberry candy bulging out of every white shirt pocket.
From school uniforms to admission notices, from peeking at each other to holding hands, the two clumsy souls got closer amidst misunderstandings and temptations, and finally made an agreement under the cherry blossom tree: you chase the stars, I chase you, and our future is a track that will never deviate.
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