"I copied nine pages of fake love, and I'm waiting for you to write a true sentence."
Hidden in Lin Zhao's drawer is a "Life Plan". His parents circled the key points in red pen: key universities, stable jobs, and well-matched marriages.
She tore it up expressionlessly and printed out a nine-page love letter copied and pasted from Baidu Wenku. She copied it down and stuffed it into the textbook of Lu Xingyao, the tenth grader.
Who is Lu Xingyao?
·The madman who won't accept the admission to the mathematics competition if he doesn't want it
·The bastard who threw the chocolate given by the school beauty into the trash can and commented that "the cocoa butter content is not enough"
·A point-control master who looks lazy but is firmly ranked tenth in the grade
Lin Zhao chose him not because he was special, but because he looked the least like the kind of "well-behaved son-in-law" his parents would be satisfied with.
"Love letter?" Lu Xingyao glanced at it, flipped through the pages with his slender fingers, and raised the corner of his mouth into a smile that was not a smile.
"The metaphor on page three was copied wrong, and the signature format on page seven is wrong." He nonchalantly circled a few places with red pen, as casually as if he were correcting homework, "Rewrite, I want to read page ten."
Lin Zhao sneered: "There is no page ten.
He raised his eyes and looked straight into hers with his dark eyes: "Then it's a photo shoot. "
This love affair was a carefully planned rebellion from the beginning.
She deliberately noted that he was late during the student union inspection, and he reported her for covering up her best friend's puppy love; she threw his physics notes into the trash can, and the next day found a note inside: "Before throwing it away next time, I suggest you read page 47. " (The page is filled with her name)
Everyone thought they were competing, but only they knew that their feelings were not staged from the beginning.
Until the college entrance examination was approaching, the pressure flooded her like a tide.
Lin Zhao stood on the rooftop, the cold wind making her fingers stiff.
"Let's break up. " She said.
Lu Xingyao didn't ask why, he just looked at her quietly, and after a while, he chuckled: "Okay, then go for the college entrance examination."
He turned around and left, and she clenched the crumpled paper in her hand—it was the tenth page she secretly tore out from his textbook, with only one line on it:
"Lin Zhao, you are more difficult to explain than all the standard answers."
Purpose: Rebellion in adolescence should not be about rebelling against the world, but about being true to oneself