[Little Sun Female Protagonist/Tacit Understanding Male Protagonist]
In the midsummer light-years woven by the chirping of cicadas, Zhao Muwu was like a beating little sun, carrying the mint-scented wind into his seventeenth year. She was transferred to another school due to her parents' job transfer, and her eyes met Zhou Zhenchi's eyes in the new classroom - the young man was leaning over the desk drawing a galaxy map, his eyelashes cast diamond-like shadows, like hiding an unopened starry night in his eyes.
The gears of fate had already been quietly biting in the cicada's slough: her textbook and his pen collided in the desk drawer, and her canvas shoes on the way to school always stepped on the same tree shadow. It turns out that the two of them are not only sitting at the same table, but also neighbors who can be seen through the window through a brick wall covered with roses. The sycamore leaves fell and grew again, and he finally leaned his umbrella over her shoulder on a rainy night during late night study. The rain splashed into diamonds on the umbrella ribs, and she saw that the tips of his ears were red, like the early cherry blossoms on the branches when the snow first melted in spring. It turns out that I like it a little, and it has long since grown into the sycamore tree in front of the window in the time spent at the next table day after day - when the wind blows, the whole tree is filled with the sound of heartbeats...
Purpose: Campus Story