When the chirping of cicadas tore through the heat of midsummer, Fu Jinghuai was leaning on the corridor railing, turning his pen on his fingertips and overlooking the playground. He is the leader who is firmly ranked first in his grade, the pride of heaven, his school uniform is always two buttons loose, and his eyes are filled with careless passion.
When Su Xingwan was forced to bite his pen by a math problem for the nth time, he suddenly heard a light sneer coming from above his head. Looking up into the smiling black eyes, the young man said lazily: "You are so stupid, do you need me to give you some IQ?"
She clutched the draft paper tightly, the tips of her ears feeling hot: "... No need!"
Later, during the monthly exam, Su Xingwan stared blankly at the report card of the twenty-first place ahead. Suddenly, a sticky note slipped out of the drawer, and the wild handwriting smelled of ink: "Barely considered a qualified apprentice, I will reward you with the opportunity to stand side by side with the scorching sun."
Fu Jinghuai always said that she was a little star who crashed into his world, and she gradually discovered that this arrogant academic god in the eyes of everyone would hand her warm milk when she stayed up late, and hit her on the head with a pencil when she was nervous: "Stupid, read the question."
"Fu Jinghuai, why are you so nice to me?" One day she looked up and asked him.
The young man stood against the light, with an arrogant yet gentle curve at the corner of his mouth: "Su Xingwan, do you know why the burning sun prefers stars?" He lowered his head, and his eyelashes cast a shadow on her cheeks, "Because - only you can make the burning sun learn to restrain its sharpness."
He said the most flirtatious words in the most sultry tone: "Little Xingmang, no one is worthy of catching your light except me.
Classic dialogue
- Fu Jinghuai (turning his pen and leaning on the desk): "Su Xingwan, if you are in a daze again, I will knock the problem-solving ideas directly into your head. "
- Su Xingwan (clutching the perfect score paper, the tips of her ears turned red): "This time... I was just lucky! "
- Fu Jinghuai (leaning over to sort out the crooked bookmarks for her): "My luck was probably spent on meeting some little fool. "
-Su Xingwan (stopping him panting): What are you doing!
- Fu Jinghuai (tying the hair tie on his wrist): Your blushing look is much prettier than the hair tie. The hair tie belongs to me, and so do you.
- Fu Jinghuai (peeling the shrimp shells and feeding the shrimp meat into her mouth): Eat this to mend your rusty head
-Su Xingwan (chewing shrimp meat): You obviously spoke too fast!
Intention: Only when you have light can you be worthy of the stars you chase.