'Come on! Be sure to succeed! ’

In Wanda Cinema, Lu Mingfei secretly cheered for himself in the mirror.

Today has come to the day of the literary club gathering, although last night he refused to enroll again and angered the senior sister nicknamed "Nuonuo", and the other party directly pulled him into the blacklist and never replied, but in this case, it happened to be desperate, didn't it?

He's also an occasional madman, albeit just this once in all these years.

Ahem, in short, let's recall the three ** treasures taught by Senior Sister Nuono: music, flowers, and moving confessions.

The first is the music, he used a package of fake Chinese to get the projectionist's uncle, and made an appointment to show a touching film screen cut out at the beginning; Then there are flowers, and it took an afternoon to pull a paper bag of dandelions on the riverside embankment, which should be no problem, after all, Chen Wenwen likes to see dandelions flying the most; The last key confession, after the essence of Baidu's countless predecessors, combined with their touching lines, he has summed up a confession that he thinks he can't be more handsome.

In short, come on! It will work!

"Lu Mingfei? You're here. ”

At this time, Zhao Menghua entered the bathroom, and by the way, he handed Lu Mingfei a bag containing a slim Korean black suit, white shirt and tie. "Well, this is for you, I'll wear it for the next speech."

"This ......"

"Take it, I still have something to do, let's go. Wait for the speech, remember to be more good. Without waiting for Lu Mingfei to express his feelings, Zhao Menghua left in a hurry, probably very unhappy to stay with him, feeling that he had lost his share or something.

This suit is the one that Lu Mingfei has wanted for a long time, and the size is just right, he doesn't know how Chen Wenwen knows-maybe he missed it one day when he was poor? However, this did not prevent all kinds of beautiful fantasies from surging from his mind, and these fantasies also strengthened his confidence in the success of confession.

When the time comes, he will be able to take a good look at the expressions of those who have been looking down on him, it must be quite exciting, right?

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In the screening room, the movie is still playing, but in order to maintain a nice atmosphere, the lights on the ceiling are only less than half turned on, and the shadows cast by the large film on the seats highlight a peaceful atmosphere. The projectionist is a middle-aged bald uncle, and at this time he also put on a suit gifted by the literary club, squatting in the corner silently swallowing clouds and spitting fog, and with the light, it really has a kind of literary melancholy temperament at first glance.

It's a pity that the age is too old.

And the people of the literary club are also very suitable for the situation, each maintaining their demeanor, just getting together in twos and threes, either chatting about what university they are going to go to, what work they will do in the future, or they are discussing this seemingly ordinary and calm literary club gathering with great interest. The voices are all low, and no one is as casual as they usually are at school.

Like a salon in high society, the men and women are elegant and personable. And when they appear in these senior high school students, they have a hint of greenness.

"Eh, you know what? Today's gathering is not just to commemorate the breakup of the Literary Society. "What a loose guy, it's so ugly, be careful that Zhao Menghua hears it, and you have to find fault~" "Hey, don't say it, what is going to happen in the literary club this time is really related to Zhao Menghua - or rather, he did it single-handedly." ”

At this time, there were so many little brothers who often followed Zhao Menghua who also talked about it, and they successfully won a large number of curious listeners by selling off the topic.

"What do you mean by that?" "Hey, hey, don't leak it......" "you kid!" xn

I didn't expect the interesting topic to be so sloppy, so that many people listened to it as a joke, and the familiar ones even laughed and scolded a few words. It's just that there are still some people who care slightly, such as Su Xiaoqiao and Chen Wenwen.

As the president of the Literary Society, although she has not done anything, she has always been the spiritual and longing landmark of the Literary Society, and Chen Wenwen was asked to sit a little forward in the middle, probably to reflect her status as a leader.

Fortunately, everyone understands her habit of being alone and quiet as a literary girl, so she keeps a certain amount of quiet, and she doesn't go over to say a few words as usual to please the goddess. No, maybe it's just because I feel like I'm about to graduate, and that bit of wishful thinking doesn't even have the possibility of realizing it.

What do you mean by ......

Chen Wenwen, who was sitting alone, shrunk her body, and couldn't help but look around again, the mottled light and shadow and the deliberately low voice calmed her down a little, but the person she still had a small expectation in her heart never came.

Is it because I hate her? I didn't even come to the literary club that I had been a member of for so long and was about to break up.

Thinking about it, Chen Wenwen felt that her heart was gradually becoming agitated, but her physical reaction was surprisingly calm, and she didn't even writhe and struggle slightly.

Why not come? It would be nice to show your face for a while...... It's better than being in a place where no one is looking.

When she first met Mercer, she didn't have any special feelings, but she thought that this classmate's style was very interesting - she had been wearing a hooded sweatshirt for many years, and the only difference might be the color; I always walk a little with my body bent down and my head down; The grades are not good, they are not bad, and they have no special skills. The sense of storage zài is surprisingly weak.

One day she was bored and wanted to observe this ordinary but somewhat unusual classmate, so she invited him to join the literary club she founded on impulse, and the result was naturally no different from what she expected, and she just joined happily.

But his eyes are so interesting, it seems that he has always been gentle, and he seems to have ice in his mouth all the time, and his thoughts are the same, and he always gives people a feeling of incomprehension. It made her curious.

Later, his classmates gradually became familiar with each other, and he always called friends to play with all kinds of interesting things, and often chatted and told jokes or something, but he was still alone, and he was always after school and after class. He would respond when others came to talk to him, and occasionally politely greeted others and made a few jokes, but he always looked like he was separated from each other.

Even Lu Mingfei, who seemed to play well with him, didn't talk to him too much.

What does it feel...... Well, I can't say it's indifferent, it's just that it seems that he has never accepted anyone in his heart.

With a slight exception, he preferred to talk to her—though only once every two or three days—but it was a far cry from what he was used to. His eyes are different from those who talk to her, without a trace of nostalgia or anything else, the chat is pure chat, and the topic is interesting or uninteresting, as if in his eyes a far-reaching radish is worth far more than a beautiful girl.

Very clean and deep. Very good.

And she loves to read, and he does.

Scattered things came to her mind, and Chen Wenwen shrank her body again, trying to make herself look less melancholy - but can she really do it if she doesn't want to? Speaking of which, does she like him? And why? Or is it something else......

What is it......

Some melodious music sounded, the lights dimmed, and then the silver screen in front of me slowly lit up, showing a white streamlined machine and a rustic gray block machine. Everyone present stopped talking and sat down one after another.

This is, the movie has begun......

A pair of black eyes were staring at the seated people, hiding in the last shadows

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