What can be called a "childhood sweetheart"?

It was probably the moment Zhuang Wenche stepped into the classroom that Lu Qinglin noticed that something was wrong with him.

"What's the situation?"

He propped one hand on Zhuang Wenche's table, and half-sideways looked at Zhuang Wenche's face that he didn't know how to describe.

"Get up," Zhuang Wenche pushed away half of Lu Qinglin's arm on the table, "What can I do?" ”

Lu Qinglin turned his head to look at He Xiang, He seemed to just shrug his shoulders, and helplessly pulled out the stool and sat down.

Seeing this, he had no choice but to turn his head and sit back obediently.

It wasn't until the class bell rang that He Yang, who was late, swayed into the classroom, and he was a little unclear about the strange range.

He seemed to take out the letter and read it, Zhuang Wenche on the side pressed his heart to peek at it countless times, and "concentrated" on doing his own exercises.

"Whew."

Ten minutes later, as if he was breathing a sigh of relief, he slowly folded the letter and stuffed it into the envelope.

"What is written?"

"You're not interested."

"Love to say it or not!"

Watching him slap his book, he turned around, and put his arm in the middle of the table, successfully separating him from He Qi.

He glanced at the watch behind him, watching the seconds turn little by little, waiting for him to be called.

30 seconds......

One minute......

Two minutes......

……

He sat up straight.

"You're not sitting the way you just did?"

"I'm uncomfortable with my homework."

"Just like you think, it's a love letter."

"Huh? Oh, yes, yes, I didn't confiscate it. ”

"yes, I don't think it's surprising."

"Who?"

"Don't you care?"

"I'm just curious, don't talk about pulling down."

He seemed to smile, looked around, took a piece of paper and wrote the word "Wei Bai", and handed it to Zhuang Wenche.

"Not interested!"

"Are you sure?"

Zhuang Wenche took the paper, looked at it, and handed it back.

"I haven't heard of it, but I know it's not very good at a glance, and I know all the handsome ones."

"Come on, your scope is only good-looking young ladies."

"What, I'm a very well-behaved sophomore in high school."

"I'll tell you quietly, don't tell others, it's not good."

"Got it, got it."