Overworld – Writing Love Letters
In the morning, after Xingchen ate a portion of instant noodles for his breakfast (due to economic reasons, Xingchen's breakfast, lunch and dinner, as long as there is no special explanation, there will only be instant noodles.) Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE。 info) on the way to school.
"Although with the help of the system, my body is great, and I can't kill myself if I eat instant noodles, but I always need some protein to grow my body......" Xingchen is full of resentment about instant noodles.
"Yo, buddy, long time no see."
Xingchen looked back, and the lewd man was eating a finger cake and greeting him.
"We just met yesterday, okay? By the way, what do you call it? Xingchen remembered that he didn't know the other person's name.
"Didn't you listen carefully to what we introduced yesterday?"
"Hahaha, I was a little absent-minded yesterday, and I just said a name when I introduced myself." Xingchen said that what he wanted to do yesterday was to do a task, and he ran away after finishing it, and it is estimated that he will not meet these classmates in the future, so he didn't pay attention to the self-introduction of other people except Bai Yingxue, and his self-introduction was just casually said.
"Xingchen, you will be isolated by others like this, but, don't worry, I'll take you flying, I've found a few like-minded brothers in the class, we can start a club, study art together, how about ...... By the way, let me introduce myself again, my name is Mo Tianchen, and my goal is to spread art to the world! ”
Hehehe, is my obscene aura really so obvious? Also, when did I get like-minded with you.
"Okay." Xingchen pondered why this product always wanted to pull himself in, but he still agreed to join Mo Tianchen.
Since the other party has invited me many times, I still want to give the other party a face, and besides, looking at the other party's appearance should not be "brain-dead", if I study art with a group of obscene people, it should help to hide my identity, at least, I don't imagine that my competitors will study "art".
"It's time to go faster, it's time for class." Mo Tiancheng burped, threw the remaining finger cakes into the garbage heap, and said to Xingchen.
What a waste!
Xingchen smelled the lingering fragrance in the air, and felt a pang of pain in his heart.
When the labor and management pay back the money, buy two finger cakes at a time, eat one and throw one! Hum!
After arriving at school, Bai Yingxue was still proud of Xue Hanmei's cold appearance, and only a few girls dared to approach her.
How do you get close?
Be natural, not obtrusive, and not too noticeable.
Yes, Xingchen is in trouble again now, according to the agreement with Bai Yingxue, Xingchen acted, but Xingchen sat in the penultimate row by the window (the protagonist), Bai Yingxue sat in the positive second row by the door, and the distance between the two was the entire classroom.
With this distance alone, Xingchen had no reason to greet Bai Yingxue, so he couldn't just go that far with a question.
Although Bai Yingxue said that she would help me deal with the "brain dead", but the open gun is easy to dodge and the dark arrow is difficult to prevent, what if that thing is a thoughtful person, if you don't have a lot of certainty, you won't do it, or it's more important to have a small life.
Xingchen thought about it, it's better to be safe - write love letters, this should be the most normal.
After Xingchen thought about it, he immediately began to act, tearing off a page of the language book (this should be considerate of Xingchen, of course, Xingchen who has no money has no blank paper to write, so ...... Of course, it's not right to tear up the book, well, at least wait until the test is over before tearing it...... ), pick up the pen, open the brain.
Mo Tianchen, who was on the side, saw Xingchen writing hard, and asked curiously, "Xingchen, what do you write?" I didn't have homework. “
Xingchen replied unwillingly, "Write love letters." ”
"Oh, love letters...... and write love letters!! To whom? Brother, I can help you. Mo Tianchen said, and surrounded him.
"That ......" Mo Tianchen looked at Xingchen's writings on the side, and couldn't help but hang a few black lines on the side of his head.
"What's wrong?"
"Bai Yingxue has been a school girl since junior high school."
"Hey, why is there such a thing as a school flower? Is there a school flower list? Xingchen said that when he was studying in the past, there was never such a thing as a school flower, and as for the school flower list or something, he could only see it in novels.
"You think too much, of course there is only one school flower, Bai Yingxue is really a lot higher than other girls in all aspects, and her grades are simply perverted, nine subjects in junior high school, all full marks, and even the Chinese composition is full score, and they are all directly published in the magazine......
Perfect goddess, the people chasing her, there is a platoon openly, and it is secretly estimated that there is a legion, but her family seems to have opened a martial arts hall, and those few bodyguards, it is estimated that one can fight a legion, so it is still single. ”
"Bodyguard ......" Xingchen suddenly remembered a few muscular brothers......
"So, I mean ......"
"Let me give up?"
"Of course not...... I think your love letter better be changed......"
"Why? I think it's pretty well written, you look at this paragraph
The farthest distance in the world,
Not the distance between life and death,
But I stand before you,
You don't know I love you. How meaningful and beautiful it is. ”
"Nonsense, of course it's well written, but this is Tagore's "The Farthest Distance in the World", and plagiarism is not copied like this!"
"It's okay, with the appearance of my handsome batch, I must be able to catch it!"
Mo Tianchen looked at Xingchen's thick flat glasses, less than one meter seven tall, and really didn't see where he was handsome, "Okay, if you succeed, I'll invite you to lunch this week." ”
"You said, look at it!" Xingchen suddenly became excited, folded the paper, and stood up from his seat......