"Three years of high school. Dare to make a bet?"
"What are we betting?"
"That you can get into Beicheng with me."
"If you're there, I'll take that bet."
Pei Yanzhi had never thought of himself as a good person. "Rotten person" had always been his label.
"My name is Song Qingquan. Qing as in clear, quan as in spring."
Pei Yanzhi had noticed by chance that this guy seemed to really like white.
"What a coincidence. I like black."
His ruined home life drove him to the brink. He liked coming home late, because if it was late enough, he wouldn't hear the sharp crash of dishes breaking in his parents' bedroom when he walked through the door.
"Song Qingquan, if you were a girl, I'd marry you."
"But I'm not good enough for you."
He had once tried to study hard, but all it brought him was endless pressure. So he gave up. Whatever happened, happened.
He couldn't even bring himself to listen to his mother, yet he was willing to work his way up the rankings for Song Qingquan.
"Beicheng. Are you confident?"
"Yeah. I am."
"Song Qingquan, a world without you is all black. I hate black."
A proud, sharp-tongued boy who is secretly insecure and starved for affection × a cheerful, top-student young master who has been loved by everyone.
Notes: Super short!
The author's writing is terrible. If you really can't stand it, don't force yourself to keep reading.
There are no official couples besides the main characters. Feel free to ship whoever you like.
This is a tragedy, sweet at first, then angsty. Readers who aren't good with emotional pain, please be careful!
Theme: Hold on to every glimmer of light. Each one can be the key to breaking your chains.
Good-looking, good-looking, good-looking, good-looking