In midsummer, there are two names circulating in Rongcheng No. 3 Middle School: Ji Linzhou, the Bingshan Academic God who always ranks first in the grade, and Lin Wanxing, a transfer student who fills out disciplinary slips into a collection of jokes.
On the first day of school when he was seventeen years old, Lin Wanxing "accidentally" smashed the piano room glass with a can of iced Coke. In front of the foggy floor-to-ceiling windows, the boy's wet white shirt revealed his slim waistline, and his fingers on the piano keys were clearly knuckled. She didn't know that this accident would unlock the dusty files about her mother's car accident five years ago, nor did she expect that this top student with always a cold face was the shadow that had been guarding her throughout her childhood.
When Ji Linzhou discovered that his new deskmate was the girl who squatted downstairs in the inpatient department to feed stray cats, those carefully calculated lives began to spiral out of control. He acquiesced in allowing her to secretly replace her wrong question papers, allowed her to draw a Q version of the villain on the back of the physics paper, and even held a flashlight as an accomplice when she visited the old school building at night. In the infirmary on a rainy night, the girl stood on tiptoes wearing a fever-reducing patch: "Classmate Ji is so smart, do you want to count how many times you peeked at me?"
The undercurrent suddenly broke out on the day of the Hundred Days Oath of Declaration. Lin Wanxing tore up the recommendation agreement and rushed into the principal's office, but Ji Linzhou played the recording of her father's corruption in front of the whole school. At the corner of the corridor where cicadas were chirping, a young boy with red eyes held the trembling girl in his arms: "Wanxing, I would rather you hate me forever than let you become the next victim."
The topic of the college entrance examination essay that year was "The Unreachable Summer." Ji Linzhou wrote on the answer sheet: "I once hid a glacier in my body temperature of 36.2°C until I met my spring snowstorm." Lin Wanxing finally understood the Morse code on the last page of the score - it was a nursery rhyme she had hummed when she was six years old, and had been memorized by a silent boy for eleven years.
[Youth is a long-planned two-way transgression. When the top students take off their golden glasses, when the little sun learns to write acrostics, those heartbeats called flirting are grand confessions that dare not be spoken.
Concept: Youth is a quantum entanglement full of cicadas, and all seemingly out-of-control heartbeats have traces - when the love derived from the formula hits the acrostic poem in the draft book, when the frequency of the vibration of the piano keys coincides with someone's pulse, those throbbings called "flirting" are nothing more than two souls finally recognizing the reflection of each other's youth in the midsummer light.