Follow Me Home

**On a campus where ginkgo leaves are dyed golden, two completely different souls are forced to meet because of a cold competition command. ** Shen Shubai, the recognized academic god of the Affiliated High School, is rational, rigorous and meticulous. His world is constructed of precise formulas and cold logic, like a precision instrument that operates efficiently. Ji Ran is a well-known school bully. He is unruly and unruly, with the smell of tobacco and strangers lingering around him, like a wildfire that is burning but can be extinguished at any time. A registration form for a national mathematics competition forcibly tied them up. The first encounter in the training room was a conflict like sparks hitting the earth - the soot on Ji Ran's fingertips, with provocative indifference, fell on Shen Shubai's neatly printed calculation paper, like a stain staining the sacred temple. Shen Shubai's cold disgust and Ji Ran's broken indifference built an invisible wall. The deduction of the formula was carried out in silence and low pressure. Every jam was like a silent wrestling, and every explanation was carried with a forbearing alienation. However, fate always reveals its disguise inadvertently. One late night in the pouring autumn rain, Shen Shubai discovered the secret of Ji Ran huddled alone in the corner of the empty classroom - the fragility tortured by stomach pain, the embarrassment surrounded by the calculation script, and the hoarse and resisting "Don't pity me". The cup of warm water passed over was like a pebble thrown into a deep pool, making ripples on the cold barrier for the first time. "It's a teammate," Shen Shubai corrected calmly, quietly relaxing two frozen hearts. The journey of competition became a bridge of silence for them. Shen Shubai's pen tip began to unravel difficult problems with imperceptible patience; under Ji Ran's frown, the spark of talent struggled to rekindle after being dormant for many years. On the field, a hidden gesture and a silent reminder became the key to turning things around. When the light of the team's gold medal enveloped them, and cheers and applause poured in like a tide, Ji Ran quietly disappeared into the hustle and bustle of the celebration banquet. Following the trembling and broken "Canon in D" music flowing in the darkness, Shen Shubai found the soul licking its wounds in the boundless loneliness in the piano room on the top floor of the teaching building. The sentence "She... Used to be a piano teacher" revealed the deep and heavy past buried under Ji Ran's arrogant shell. All the sharpness, indifference and fall have a vague and painful direction at this moment. In the darkness, Shen Shubai looked at the figure weighed down by great sadness, and all rational boundaries collapsed. He heard his hoarse voice penetrate the silence, with undeniable firmness and a hint of clumsy tenderness: **"Ji Ran, follow me home."** What he responded to was a hot tremor on his shoulders and silent tears. The hand that had resisted his approach now grasped him tightly, like grasping the only driftwood before drowning. **This is a forced companionship that begins with a cold competition, but in the intertwining of formulas and piano keys, it leads to the mutual redemption of two lonely souls. When the sophisticated world of the academic god is ignited by the shattering of the school bully, and when the embers of the wildfire rekindle the glimmer of light in the silent guard, they will jointly find the way home called "home" in the confrontation between sweetness and bitterness, coldness and warmth. Ginkgo leaves fall and grow again, enveloping the young man's thoughts and witnessing two completely different people. Concept: **In the gap between formulas and piano keys, rebuild the place called each other.