That year, Jiang Zhiyi was transferred from the Excellence Class to the Experimental Class 4 due to declining grades.
My parents' disappointment and my own unwillingness were like a thorn in my heart. She clenched her schoolbag strap tightly and walked into the new classroom with her head lowered. The air was filled with unfamiliar noise.
"There's room here."
A cool voice cut through the noise.
She raised her head and met Xiang Lin's eyes - like a lake in winter, calm but people dare not approach easily. She thanked her in a low voice, but she didn't notice that in the last row of the classroom, Wu Jin's hand that was turning the pen suddenly stopped, his eyes fell on the pearl hairpin dangling in her hair, her Adam's apple moved, and finally she just sneered and scrawled a rose on the front page of the textbook.
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Later, the summer night after the college entrance examination.
He thrust the admission notice into her hand, and when their fingertips touched, he said, "Jiang Zhiyi, you have always been in my future plans."
"You are my unique rose and the only certainty after calculating all the probabilities."
Concept: youth, romance
