In the mathematics competition examination room, Zhang Yang seemed out of place among the students who were immersed in solving problems. The pens of the classmates next to him were almost smoking, but he did not move a word. As soon as he raised his head, he met the eyes of a boy in the front row. The boy glanced at him and showed a smile at the corner of his mouth, which was half cool and half careless.
Zhang Yang:?
Time goes by, the two meet again when high school is divided into classes, and the gears of fate begin to turn...
Intention: Study hard and get into a good university
