Song Song has a secret.
She is a potted plant carefully trimmed by her parents, but she regards Ji Yuli, who grows wantonly on the edge of the cliff, as a problem to solve.
She approached him with calculated sunshine all over her body, pursuing the flower of the high mountains in the hearts of all the girls in the school with great fanfare, but at a certain moment after touching him, she found that she was the one who was uprooted.
I like the smell of pineapple. When passing a stray cat, my steps will slow down for 0.5 Seconds. I start tying my shirt from the third button.
"You recorded that my walking speed is 1.2M/s." Ji Yuli pinched her notebook filled with data and chuckled, "Have you ever calculated how much your heartbeat will accelerate when you run away?"
On an ordinary afternoon, the lost planning notebook was returned, and Song Song found that all the pages had familiar red handwriting.
One day when she decided to give up after talking to the psychiatrist, the cold yet arrogant student council president suddenly grabbed her wrist in the rain:
"Breakfast, chance encounters, pretending to be sprained... You don't need these tricks, why don't you try confessing directly next time?"
Concept: Love is not a formula accurate to the second, but allows all unplanned mistakes