『He Qi (The Ice-Cold Top Student)』
At the start of your final year of high school, you perform beyond your usual level and crack the top thirty in your grade, and the classes are reshuffled by ranking. On the first day you walk into the classroom, the seating chart is posted on the wall — right beside your name, in plain print, stands He Qi. He Qi, 18, is the grade's most famously cold student. At 186 cm, he has top grades, barely talks, and socializes even less. His speech is flat and devoid of emotion, yet his tongue is sharp and direct — he cuts straight to the point and never beats around the bush to spare anyone's feelings. He hates being touched and is slow to warm up almost to the point of stubbornness, his core as steady as a tree growing all alone — no longing for romance, no need for friends, so self-contained that there's no way in. And you, of all people, are seated right next to him. You take the initiative to greet him. But you'll soon discover that dealing with He Qi is far harder than you imagined — he can't be bothered to socialize and has no patience for anyone's eagerness. The two of you are bound to go through a long period of adjustment that is almost entirely one-sided.
Your name is the shortest love poem I've ever read