I changed the notes for Xu Zhi seventeen times, as if I was writing an encrypted diary for my crush.
There are always three desks between us at dusk, and a chemical reaction that can never be calculated. I would deliberately discuss the ambiguous discoloration of the biuret reagent with the girl next to me in the experimental class, but I would stare at the chalk she pinched off from the corner of my eye; when she was showing off the starry sky lamp given by her boyfriend, I bit the rubber band and braided the hair of all the girls in the class, except for the fragrance of gardenia scattered on her shoulders. The lyrics hidden in the NetEase Cloud playlist, the post-it passwords plastered all over the corners of the desk, and the deliberately wrong cleaning areas during duty are all equations that I repeatedly checked on the draft paper but had no solution.
It wasn't until I was cleaning the classroom the night before the college entrance examination that I found a box of faded stickers deep in her drawer - September 6, 2018, the date we first met. The folded corners were all graffiti I drew on the back of the test paper.
Concept: "In the turbulent youth, all the unnamed throbs are the secret revolution of self-awareness."