In the evening self-study, Yulan first previewed the class to be held the next day. She reads books very fast, and usually after reading them once, she can keep the content in mind without reading it again, and the efficiency is higher than others, I don't know how many times. Looking up at the clock hanging in the middle of the blackboard at the back of the classroom, and seeing that it was still very early, I looked down and rummaged through the drawer, and pulled out the original English book of "Jane Eyre".

The teachers hope that the students can seriously review and consolidate their homework in the evening self-study class, and they will take the time to answer students' questions, and they don't want students to read miscellaneous books, but when they see that Yulan is reading English classics, the English teacher smiles and narrows her eyes.

Yulan's tablemate glanced at the dense English on the spread page, stuck out his tongue, and was still struggling with the inability to read the words, but people had already begun to read the original book, which was really more scary than people.

The homework in the second year of junior high school is not as heavy as in the third year of junior high school, and the students are much more lax in self-study classes. There are people in the classroom who are serious readers, and there are people who fish in troubled waters and hide in the corners to chat and talk. Several subject teachers went into the classroom and walked around, and when they saw that no one raised their hands to ask questions, they turned around and left.

In the absence of the teacher, the students' voices gradually became louder, and the discipline committee member who maintained order shouted, "Don't speak!" The voice of the speech was a little quieter, but it did not last long, and after a while the voice became louder again.

Yulan turned a deaf ear to these voices, immersed herself in a book intently, stopping from time to time to look through the English-Chinese translation dictionary. In so many courses, English is her weakness, so she is determined to learn this subject well. Although I don't know much about the original work, it's still rewarding to read more.

Halfway through the dictionary, I found a folded boxy pink letterhead sandwiched in the middle.

Magnolia took the letterhead and glanced at the classroom suspiciously, and when she saw that no one was noticing this, she shrugged her shoulders and put the letterhead aside.

The doors of the school's classrooms were never locked, and her seat never changed, so it is not ruled out that someone would prank her and stuff a note on her desk.

However, look at the letterhead with a red colored pen with a heart-to-heart pattern, and the bottom of the pattern simply reads: "TO: Magnolia".

Is this what is called a love letter?

Yulan was curious about what would be written on this letterhead, after all, it was the first time she had received a love letter in her previous life.

Sometimes Yulan also wonders, obviously she used to be not bad-looking, she loves to talk and laugh, and her popularity is very good, why no one writes her love letters? Especially when she sees someone in the dormitory showing off that she has received a few love letters, Yulan feels quite lost.

Adolescent children are generally very sensitive, and every little thing can become the target of comparison with each other.

Unexpectedly, in this life, she is alone, keeps a distance from everyone, and everyone calls her an iceberg beauty behind her back, so that she can receive love letters, is it so peculiar to the aesthetics of children now?

Magnolia slowly opened the letterhead, and the first thing that caught her eye was the words. These characters are written in addition to being upright, and Yulan has practiced pen writing for so many years, and she really doesn't like this word. Looking at the content written, Yulan is sure that these sentences are excerpted from some poetry collections, and it is difficult for the other party to be able to splice fluently and smoothly, and it is obvious that the writing skills are not bad.

She smiled and shook her head, the children in the second half of secondary school are quite cute, at least this sincerity is very moving.

However, Magnolia didn't have the heart to find out whether the person who wrote the letter wanted to play a prank or have other purposes, so she directly destroyed the letter.

called Chen Dong'er on the weekend, and Yulan told Chen Dong'er about it as a joke.

As a result, Chen Dong'er fell on the sofa laughing, and joked to her with a smile: "I said Yulan, you are really good, come, tell my sister how you feel when you receive a love letter for the first time?"

As soon as He Shikai entered the house, his ears sensitively caught the word "love letter". Someone who usually goes straight back to the room after work, but this time he sat on the single sofa with an official document and watched it for the first time. It's just that the eyes are fixed on the official document, and the mind is not on the official document.

Chen Dong'er glanced at He Shikai, didn't take it seriously, and continued to laugh with Yulan: "I think, you can find out the person who wrote you a love letter first, if you are good-looking, keep it as a substitute, if it is too cold, just pass." ”

He Shikai glanced up at Chen Dong'er, as if he was just glancing at it casually, but Chen Dong'er's hand holding the microphone couldn't help shaking, and his speech was not so neat.

Magnolia asked a little strangely, "What's wrong?"

Chen Dong'er sneered and said, "I just talked nonsense, don't listen to me." ”

She muttered quietly, "Otherwise, someone will take me under the knife." ”

Yulan didn't hear this, and said with a smile: "It's okay, you say yours, I'll do mine." By the way, looking at you so experienced, don't you ...... "You've received a lot of love letters too?"

Before she finished speaking, Chen Dong'er quickly cut off her words, "I don't have as much charm as you." People with good grades and beautiful people are always more likable, such as who, hehe......" Chen Dong'er held the microphone and talked to Yulan while looking at He Shi and laughing evilly.

He Shikai glanced up at her again, what Chen Dong'er wanted to say suddenly got stuck, she originally wanted to complain to Yulan that her cousin could receive love letters every day when he was in school, but the main owner was sitting there, this glance swept over at a glance, Chen Dong'er was like sitting on pins and needles, and quickly found an excuse to end the topic.

After hanging up the phone, Chen Dong'er leaned in front of He Shikai and said, "Brother, how did you deal with the love letters you received before?"

He Shikai glanced up at Chen Dong'er again, did not answer this question, but raised his finger and flicked her forehead, and said, "Early love is not good." A group of little kids who know what it means to like. Stay away from those stinky boys. ”

Chen Dong'er pouted dissatisfiedly, "It's as if you understand." So, brother, do you have a girlfriend in college? Doesn't everyone say that college is the best place to fall in love?"

He Shi didn't raise it at the beginning, Chen Dong'er was talking to herself alone: "I think it must be very hard to be your girlfriend." You're cold all day, and your girlfriend has to be very lively. So that you don't get tired of getting along with each other. ”

He Shikai touched his chin and thought to himself, he is not easy to get along with coldly, he has to be lively, does the fat girl also have to find a talkative boyfriend?

Ahh

He Shikai touched his chin and thought, the fat girl has not opened her love, how do you know what it is to like?

I don't know why, when I thought of the fat girl with a hairy boy named boyfriend staying around, He Shikai felt uncomfortable.

Well, go back and write a letter to ask the fat girl. As for the phone call, forget it, it's not clear on the phone. Or write a letter to make it clear.

Yulan didn't know at this time that He Shikai was stimulated by Chen Dong'er and did what a childish thing he did.