Secret Love Comes True in Manyan

In September 2015, on the basketball court of No. 6 Middle School in City A, an off-track basketball shattered Shen Man's seventeen-year-old peace. She looked up at the young man running towards her against the light, her heart beating like a drum. Ten years later, Shen Man, who served as the head teacher of the graduating class, suddenly heard the heartbeat of an eighteen-year-old when her fingertips touched when the new physical education teacher handed her a physical test form. It turns out that those silent gazes in the morning mist, the tarpaulin quietly covering the schoolbag, and the ten minutes of standing as a sculpture outside the window on a rainy day are all confession letters written by the young man in ten years. When the two souls polished by time finally looked at each other between the lesson plans and training plans, they finally understood: all the parabolas that deviated from the trajectory were designed to land perfectly in each other's palms in the early autumn morning ten years later. In the gymnasium on the school anniversary day, Zhang Zekai knelt down on one knee. "Teacher Shen, I have corrected all the parabolas in my life. Can I now apply to be your fixed-point shooter for the rest of my life?" Outside the glass curtain wall, the chirping of the seventeen-year-old cicada and the sound of the thirty-year-old wind quietly overlapped, witnessing this two-way journey that spanned ten years.