Miss Headline and Mr. Hockey

★Fishing Sunflower X Conservative and Aloof Man Passionate Reporter X Rising Hockey Star Before the campus and then the city + double C + flirting before and after + getting back together again ★When Miao Yimo chased Ji Boyu, he said with a cold face: "We are not suitable." Later, she really stopped pursuing him, but Ji Baiyu began to have insomnia, doubts... And peeping. When he saw Miao Yimo walking side by side with other boys in the playground again, his reason finally broke. After a few angry words, Ji Baiyu dragged her into the equipment room and locked the door. Just as he was about to speak sarcastically, he caught a glimpse of her suppressing a smile, like a cat that had stolen a fish, trying its best to hold back its pride. Ji Baiyu was angry and embarrassed. He wanted to say something to cover up his embarrassment at being plotted, but his body was faster than his brain and he kissed her directly. Ji Baiyu finally confessed, but what was waiting for him was Miao Yimo's thoughtful words, "We are not suitable." After that day, Miao Yimo completely disappeared from his world. ★Reunion on the field two years later, Ji Baiyu vowed to pursue her back, whether it was out of love or revenge, even he himself couldn't tell clearly. In the dense vapor of the hot spring, he pressed against her lips, his breath intertwined and filled with ambiguity. He was the first to admit defeat. Miao Yimo didn't expect that the person who once thought she was too proactive could take the initiative to this extent. After they parted ways at the airport, Miao Yimo rejected Ji Baiyu again. Ji Baiyu acted as if he hadn't heard anything and said to her with a smile: "Miao Yimo, let's see you next semester." ★A month later, Ji Boyu's attitude changed 180 degrees. Looking at his cold back, Miao Yimo's heart tightened little by little. It seemed like she got what she wanted, but why did she feel so heartbroken? ———— ★New article "The Weird Poems of Summer Night", please collect it ~ eh~~ ★Materialist poisonous tongue lady × Gentle and jade-like infatuated male ghost ★Fu Yancheng has been secretly in love with Nan Guan Ning for many years, but Nan Guan Ning never knew that such a person existed. In the year of graduation, Nan Guan Ning returned to China and became a tutor. Fu Yancheng stayed at the school as a teaching assistant and included her photo in "Principles of Mathematics". Three years later, Nan Guan Ning was invited back to her alma mater to give a speech. Fu Yancheng sat in the audience, his heart still pounding. Quit your job, pack your bags, buy your boat ticket. Then, Fu Yancheng died, an hour before boarding the ship. It happens to be August, the gate of hell opens wide, and all the ghosts cry. He didn't know he was dead and traveled across the ocean to find her. ★Nan Guan Ning majors in physics. She doesn't believe in ghosts and gods, but only believes in formulas. But she rummaged through what she had learned, and no theorem could explain why the moonlight passed through his body but could not cast an inch of shadow. It is said in ancient books that the soul remains in the world for up to forty-nine days. Modern science is completely blank on this. Unless she solves that formula... Nan Guan Ning looked at the dense formulas and derivation, and all her rationality was on the verge of collapse at this moment. If there is a god in this world, then He owes her an explanation. Nan Guan Ning fought and lost again and again, and had only one thought in her heart - to overturn the truth thousands of times for Fu Yancheng. ★"What are you writing?" Fu Yancheng sat in the moonlight and watched the light pass through his palms. "A question that brings the dead back to life." Fu Yancheng laughed softly when he heard that he was called a dead person. Smiling, his body became lighter again. Fu Yancheng looked at her, his eyes still so gentle. "Guan Ning, I actually..." He was quiet for a long time and said softly, "It's good to see you again." Purpose: To shine in our respective fields and become a better version of ourselves.