My Answer, Your Algorithm

In a high school in a small southern town, the air is always mixed with the smell of test paper ink, the humidity of the rainy season, and the faint scent of osmanthus. Lin Feng's world is very simple: he can't finish "May 3rd", he can't finish the physics questions, and... The always meticulous figure named Chen Xue in front of him. She is rational, calm, and an unattainable god of learning, like a precision-operating instrument. He is gentle, focused, and the guardian of steady progress, willing to be her only exception. When the study group closely connects the fate of the four people, Those shared umbrellas, exercises explained late at night, silent companionship at the beach... They all tell the story of youthful feelings that are more complicated than "like". ——Youth is a silent competition, but fortunately, I resonate with you.