Xu He Xiangyi, who is the first in grade, and Xu Chengzhi, who is second in grade, are recognized by the whole school as perfect top students - one is cool and self-disciplined, the other is elegant and calm, always occupying both ends of the award podium. Until one day, the two were arranged to participate in the same International Olympiad training.
In the closed laboratory, the fingertips are chasing the same formula on the scratch paper; in the midnight library, the breathing is quietly in sync with the sound of turning pages. When Xu Chengzhi deliberately poked the opponent's waist with the end of the pen, and when Xu Hexiangyi held his wrist with his backhand to check the answer, those carefully calculated desires suddenly derailed.
"There is a better solution to this question..." Xu He Xiangyi licked the coffee stains from the corners of each other's lips, "Want to try it?"
Under the white coat is a neat shirt, and under the shirt - there is proof of loss of control that even they themselves have not discovered.
Purpose: "Under the shell of absolute rational perfectionism, there is a blazing instinct that has not been calculated by formulas."
