>I was soaked in the rain downstairs of Zhou Ye's house for thirteen years.
>He was a computer genius in high school, but was forced to drop out because his father was in prison.
>I was admitted to the university he dreamed of and returned to this small town after graduation.
>On the night of their reunion, he was walking into the elevator with his new love in his arms.
>"New neighbor? Unfortunately, I'm not interested in good students."
>Until his company's system crashed and the entire team was helpless.
>I typed a few lines of code, and the screen came back to life instantly.
>He looked at me repairing the program he wrote when he was seventeen, and his voice trembled:
>"You majored in computer science?
Intention: secret love