Lin Xingmian, the head ballet preparatory student, has a secret: the seventh pane of glass in the student union office can illuminate the spring scenery Jiang Jinyue glimpsed when she untied her hairband.
Jiang Jinyue, a top student in the abstinence department, has a quirk: on page 127 of his sketchbook, there is a drawing of someone's tight waistline while controlling his legs. The pencil mark is so deep that it can scratch three sketchbooks.
They miscounted each other's breathing rates in Chen Guang Xiwei's dance studio, exchanged warm-drying shirts in the equipment room during a heavy rainstorm, exchanged love words using trumpets in the high-rise CP building of the anonymous forum, and filled each other's emergency contacts in the background of the academic administration system.
Until the dressing room on New Year's Eve, two handprints slowly overlapped on the misty mirror. Jiang Jinyue bit the ballet tie on the back of Lin Xingmian's neck, letting the other person's fingertips dig into the star-shaped birthmark on her waist: "When you secretly hid 127 of my paintings, didn't you think about paying interest?"
The starry sky curtain of the cultural festival that year suddenly fell, and 720 follow-up lights illuminated their clasped fingers at the same time. Lin Xingmian unscrewed the strawberry milk candy that had been hidden for seven years, and fluorescent writing appeared on the back of the candy wrapper——
"Now it's your turn, my accomplice."
[Chairman Gao Leng is also secretly painting his wife's waist today]
[The sinister dancer secretly pokes at President Xiu Hao's torn love letter]
[About my mortal enemy who turned out to be my online dating partner whom I had anonymously chatted with for three years]
Intention: In the resonance frequency of the seventh heartbeat, we have found the most honest coordinate system