Wanfeng Island Zhiyuan

[No system, Chinese-style campus, two-way secret love, not a cool article] On the first day of his senior year of high school, Chen Yu was transferred to the middle of the third row and became Lin Zhiyao's deskmate. He scored perfect in physics, but couldn't even hold the passing mark in Chinese; she was third in grade in Chinese, but struggled to pass in math. Teacher Wang's words of "mutual help" tied two people with serious biases together. From September to June, two hundred and eighty days. Chen Yu remembered the name that had been written on the title page of her wrong question book for three years, remembered every mint candy she handed over, and remembered the soft sound she made on the edge of the table during the five-minute power outage during the evening self-study. But he didn't dare to look up at her. He only dared to write thirty-seven "Lin" characters in the corner of the draft paper. Lin Zhiyao remembered the bottle of water with the cap unscrewed during the military training in the first year of high school, the back of him who climbed over the wall to buy breakfast and was demerited, and the speech he temporarily changed during the 100-day swearing-in ceremony. But she didn't dare to confirm. She only dared to hide the word "Chen Yu" in the lower right corner of the math wrong question book and trace it over and over again. They were close at hand, separated by a middle line of desks; they were far away, separated by secrets that they dared not reveal during the entire senior year of high school. There is no system, no golden fingers, only the suffocatingly real Chinese high school senior year - rankings, seat changes, parent-teacher meetings, bottles dropped when passing water at the sports meeting, and a clumsy and grand two-way secret love. When the last subject ended on June 8, he was waiting outside the examination room. She said: "I have liked you. Since the first year of high school." He said, "Then these three years of my life have not been in vain." This is a story about "dare not". September dared not look into her eyes, but June dared to hold her hand.