Song Ziqin was always the number one on the grade list in junior high school, and he was always a solitary figure in the corridor. His world was filled with formulas and theorems, and even the sunlight seemed to have been carefully calculated before it dared to fall on his white shirt, giving him a cold feeling that would keep strangers away.
Until the boy named Wang Yu became his front desk in high school.
He would go to and from get out of class with him, walk together, tell him jokes when he was upset, and smile sincerely to him.
At first, Song Ziqin only thought that he was good-looking and had the best smile. But I don't know since when, his eyes would always pass over the meticulous hairstyle and fall on the broken hair on his forehead; he would subconsciously remember his favorite strawberry-flavored candy wrappers, and when he lowered his head to take notes, he would quietly hold down the pages of the book that were blown by the wind.
When Wang Yu raised his head and smiled at him again, Song Ziqin heard that his heartbeat, which had been running smoothly for sixteen years, jumped out of the preset frequency for the first time.
It turns out that no matter how rigorous the logic is, it can't calculate the trajectory of his heart - the front table that always faces the sun has long become the only exception in his gray world.
Concept: A story of two boys