After the college entrance exam, Ethan Turner became the biggest dark horse at Ruijun High School, but unexpectedly, she lost a relationship because of it.

　　It was also that summer when she met Brian Brooks, a cocky troublemaker who relied on his looks.

　　Ethan Turner found Brian Brooks very familiar, and her friends were shocked—he was supposed to be the king of arrogance.

　　Brian Brooks thought Ethan Turner wanted to pursue him, and his friends were also shocked—she already had a boyfriend.

　　Ethan Turner: I think he might be my long-lost brother.

　　Brian Brooks: How should I know? Damn, it's annoying, she clearly has a boyfriend.

　　Synopsis 2:

　　Brian Brooks was a young master, always surrounded by a bunch of half-hearted, mischievous friends, and Ethan Turner was considered one of them.

　　But this young master was very sincere with her—delivering late-night snacks to Ethan Turner, and even booking a private cinema to watch a movie with her on her birthday.

　　So even though Ethan Turner knew he was going abroad, she decided to go all in. She never expected that they would end up at the same university.

　　Her roommate asked, "Who's that handsome guy?"

　　Ethan Turner: "A friend."

　　Brian Brooks stuffed his car keys into her hand: "Yeah, a friend who gives you a car."

　　Ethan Turner: "……"

　　The roommate was shocked, sensing gossip in the air.

　　"It's just a crappy bicycle, don't make it sound so mysterious. Didn't I pay you?" Ethan Turner said.

　　"Ever since I learned to ride a bike, I knew how to keep my distance from girls. I'm such a self-disciplined man, and yet I've been ambiguously involved with you for two months..." Brian Brooks shoved his hands in his pockets, jerked his chin toward the mountain bike at the door that he'd polished to a shine, and whispered in her ear, "Isn't it right for me to take your money?"

Chapter 1 College Entrance Exam · Dark Horse

　　The 2016 college entrance exam had just ended. Two torrential downpours crashed down, but Qingyi City still burned under fiery clouds, the summer heat refusing to fade.

　　The senior year building at Ruijun High School was more boisterous than ever. Some people were recklessly tossing test papers down at the underclassmen, some were blatantly whistling at pretty teachers, and another group, not yet enlightened, were playing some game called "Mars crashes into Earth" around a battered stone pillar in the corridor.

　　"How old are you and you're still playing this crap?"

　　Alice Reed passed by the corridor, tossed out this line with utter disdain, and didn't bother with them. He just grabbed a boy from his own class and strode toward Class 8 of Senior Year. At the classroom door, he patted the boy's back, "Go, call Ethan Turner out for me."

　　Alice Reed was the homeroom teacher of Class 8, a retired soldier who looked like Zhang Fei but handled things like a mother hen.

　　The classroom was noisy. The girls, probably exhausted from estimating their scores, had given up and decided to use superstition to beat science, but by now the building was already crooked.

　　"Where's my future other half?"

　　"Let me see, Mars represents the one you like. Wow, from your chart, it should be a hunk."

　　"What about me? What about my boyfriend?"

　　"Your boyfriend might be an older man, rich and powerful, but he's rational about love, doesn't seem very impulsive—"

　　Ethan Turner was very fair-skinned, especially striking among the girls. She didn't join in, instead focusing on filling out a classmate's yearbook, carefully tracing over the words "bright future" again and again, only exposing a clean, slender nape that somehow gave off a sense of resilience.

　　"Ah, what do you mean by not impulsive?" someone asked.

　　"It means your boyfriend isn't good in that way," a boy walked over and joked, and before the girls could react, he turned to Ethan Turner, "Class monitor, Old Qu wants you."

　　"Herbal jelly, watch me turn your skull into a flip phone!"

　　The girls instantly ganged up, grabbing books from the desk and chasing after him, beating him until he ran off with his head in his hands, begging for mercy, "Hey, hey, ladies, spare me! Flip phones are hard to maintain, they get waterlogged on rainy days!"

　　……

　　When Ethan Turner went out, Old Qu was leaning against the corridor in a flamboyant pose, a stainless steel thermos tucked under his arm as always, his hair slicked back and shiny, dressed like a high-quality man, but still started with the usual, "How did you do on the exam?"

　　She was holding two books and a thick stack of materials, about to answer, when she suddenly caught a glimpse of a familiar figure in the bustling corridor.

　　"Is Qingda still your goal?" Alice Reed continued.

　　Ethan Turner stood absentmindedly at the edge of the corridor, watching that out-of-place, solitary figure disappear at the end of the hall.