After the morning reading, the monthly exams begin.

The three of them entered the classroom after the teacher arrived. Wen Qiong handed him the test paper, and he pulled it hard, if it wasn't for Wen Qiong's quick reaction and quick release, the test paper would probably be torn in half. It seems that the anger of throwing her homework book has not passed, Wen Qiong can't help but slander, it is too second.

Wen Qiong thought that she had a good attitude, but when she saw the questions on the test paper, she began to get dizzy. Su Guo'er next to her was estimated to be in a similar situation to her, always biting the pen in a daze. She glanced at Su Guo'er, Su Guo'er also looked over, and then the corners of her mouth fell, and Wen Qiong couldn't help laughing.

Just as she was about to continue working on the question, the chair was kicked, and Wen Qiong was stunned.

When Teacher Wu heard the movement, his eyes came to meet Wen Qiong's raised face, and his face suddenly sank, "What are you doing?" ”

Wen Qiong immediately lowered her head and looked at the test paper.

Teacher Wu stepped off the podium and lingered beside her.

Not long after, Xiu Qingyan lazily put down the pen, "Teacher, I'm done writing." ”

"Hmm." Mr. Wu picked up the test paper and read it roughly.

Wen Qiong also subconsciously looked up, and Xiu Qingyan silently threw three words with his lips, "Envy?" ”

Wen Qiong lowered her head expressionlessly.

Xiu Qingyan's face instantly became gloomy, and he turned around and went out through the back door.

The surrounding classmates looked envious, and not long after the exam began, he handed in the papers. Later, Ban Hua also handed in the papers, and Meng Ling and Zeng Ming also handed in the papers. More and more people turned in the papers, and in the end only two or three remained. Wen Qiong was one of them, and she wrote to the end, her hands were shaking and her words were messy.

Su Guoer threw away the pen in frustration, "If you don't write it, you won't be able to do it at all, the more you feel wrong, and the answer to a question has been changed three or four times." ”

Although Wen Qiong didn't have any special expression, she agreed very much in her heart, and so did she.

The two finally handed in the papers. Teacher Wu took the paper and glanced at Wen Qiong. Wen Qiong felt spicy on her face, and she was ashamed to say that she wanted to study hard.

Walking out of the classroom, she couldn't help but feel a little melancholy. Although she is ready, after the divorce, if she and Shang Jing can't live a good life, she will come out to work, but she is only seventeen years old, what future can she have if she doesn't go to school, will it be worse than her previous life? She couldn't help but shudder at the thought of this.

Su Guoer pulled her and said, "It's too hot, let's go buy a popsicle." ”

The two went downstairs and went around the corner to see Teacher Wu and Xiu Qingyan standing there. Wen Qiong suddenly heard her name, paused in her steps, and pulled Su Guo'er to squat.

A few minutes later, Su Guo'er was dumbfounded.

Wen Qiong looked at the steps in front of her in a daze and was silent.

Teacher Wu said, "I will continue to help her with that matter." ”

"Thank you." Xiuqingyan is rare and serious.

After Teacher Wu left, Xiu Qingyan lit a cigarette and walked upstairs, and the next second, he stopped suddenly. Wen Qiong stood two or three steps above, looking at him. He casually pressed the cigarette out of the wall.

Wen Qiong still asked, "Zhou Shenyan lawyer was you helped find?" ”

Xiu Qingyan was a little arrogant, "I didn't look for him, he was our family's lawyer." ”

"Why help me?"

Xiu Qingyan tilted his head and smiled lightly, "I want you to make a promise." ”

Wen Qiong refused without hesitation, "Dream." ”

Xiu Qingyan paused slightly, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a sarcastic arc, "Are you serious?" Is there any self-knowledge? How can I look down on you, I pity you, is it pity, understand? ”

It didn't matter if he was really merciful or fake, but he did help her. Wen Qiong walked down the steps and came to him. She never thought that the first person to help her after being reborn would be this teenager who had hurt her.

She smiled, a shallow pear vortex on her lips, "Thank you." ”

With this sincere smile, Xiu Qingyan felt that the bustling voices on his side disappeared in an instant, and only her was left in his eyes. Her smile turned into cinnabar and was engraved on his heart. Xiu Qingyan was stunned, still holding the cigarette butt in his hand that he hadn't thrown away.

"What's wrong with him?" Su Guo'er asked strangely.

Wen Qiong shook her head, "I don't know." ”

"Why didn't he respond when you said thank you?"

"I don't know." Wen Qiong is also very strange.

At this time, the preparation bell rang, and Su Guoer was annoyed, "We didn't have time to buy popsicles." ”

Wen Qiong looked at Xiu Qingyan, who was still standing stupidly, and called, "Xiu Qingyan." ”

Xiu Qingyan still didn't move.

It was almost time for class, and Wen Qiong could only pull Su Guo'er and hurriedly go upstairs.

The classmates who were playing below were all running upstairs, and when they saw Xiu Qingyan standing upright on the stairs, everyone who knew him shouted: "Xiu Qingyan!" ”

Until Meng Ling came up and punched him from behind, "Brother Yan, why are you in a daze?" ”

Xiu Qingyan came back to his senses at this time. Wen Qiong in front of him was gone, only Meng Ling, a stupid X. Although Meng Ling was also smiling, that smile was ......

Meng Ling's hand shook in front of his eyes, "Brother Yan, come back to your senses, it's time for class!" ”

"Ugly." Xiu Qingyan pushed him away and went upstairs.

Meng Ling, "??? "Who's ugly?

"Brother Yan, you're wrong, where am I ugly, where do you say I'm ugly?" Meng Ling followed behind Xiu Qingyan and asked endlessly.

When he arrived at the back door of the classroom, Xiu Qingyan suddenly stopped, Meng Ling hit his head, and he covered his nose with a snort.

Xiu Qingyan's gaze fell on the slender back in front of his seat, the seventeen-year-old girl was slightly weak, her hair was very long, her ponytail was thrown on his table from time to time, her skin was really white, bullying frost and snow, as the saying goes, one white covers three ugliness, it was really true, and her smile was too seductive.

"Repair the rock! Meng Ling! Ready to stand at the door for the exam? The English teacher lifted her glasses and looked at the two of them.

Meng Ling pushed down Xiu Qingyan, "Dude, call you!" ”

Xiu Qingyan lowered his eyes and walked into the classroom slowly, where a blank test paper was already on the desk. He sat down, flipped through the papers, and found a very small note hidden.

"Xiu Qingyan, thank you, I don't know how to thank you, I remember this kindness, and I will pay you back in the future - Wen Qiong."

Xiu Qingyan snorted and began to answer the question.

Wen Qiong faced one problem after another, her head was so big that she was about to collapse. How did she read the books in her previous life, and the scores were pitiful, why didn't she feel a little ashamed? Anyway, she is very embarrassed now, and she wants to at least try to write every question.

A ball of paper crossed her shoulder and landed in her hand. Wen Qiong was startled, and the chair was kicked off again. She stared at the ball of paper for a moment, then opened the note before the English teacher was looking at it.

"Write me a love letter—Xiu Qingyan."

Wen Qiong, why is "......" endless?

She was about to tear the note when a shadow fell over her and the note was taken. Wen Qiong raised her head and looked at the English teacher with reproachful eyes, "Under my nose, you dare to cheat." ”

The English teacher opened the note as she spoke, and subconsciously read out the words on it, "Write me a love letter - Xiu Qingyan?" ”

Wen Qiong held her head helplessly and closed her eyes.

The classmates were stunned at the same time. Zeng Ming was the first to laugh, "Brother Yan, you are really shameless, why do you always force Wen Qiong to write love letters?" The rest of the students laughed as well.

Meng Ling laughed so hard that his stomach hurt, "My God, Brother Yan, you've been really weird lately, you can't take the exam well, you have to let people write love letters at this time." ”

"Shut up!" Xiu Qingyan made a gesture to stuff a ball of paper into Meng Ling's mouth.

The English teacher waved the note, "This can't be some kind of cheating code, right?" ”

Xiu Qingyan snorted, "At Wen Qiong's level, you can't cheat well." He threw his chin up, like a haughty white swan.

Wen Qiong glanced back at him, her expression unchanged, and then turned back to continue to bury her head in the exam.

Xiu Qingyan couldn't help but pull her ponytail.

"Good exam!" The English teacher glared at Xiu Qingyan.

The classroom fell silent again.

After completing four exams in a row, when it was time for class, Wen Qiong felt that her hands were going to be wasted, but she was still on duty today.

Su Guoer held the garbage bag, "I'll go and throw out the garbage." ”

Wen Qiong continued to wipe the blackboard. The English teacher is tall, and every time she writes the words to the top, she can't wipe it on tiptoe, and she jumps up.

Xiu Qingyan walked in, chewing gum in his mouth, leaning lazily against the door, watching her jump and jump, he couldn't help but bend the corners of his mouth. Laughing and laughing, he also laughed out loud and said, "Silly." ”

Wen Qiong heard the voice, turned her head to look at him, and then turned back without emotion.

Seeing this, Xiu Qingyan's smile froze, and he grinded his teeth and strode forward, snatching the blackboard eraser from her hand.

Wen Qiong wanted to stay away from him and moved two steps to the side. He immediately blocked the person, and pressed his slender hand against the blackboard. She sighed and leaned down, his hand coming down, stopping her again, a bit like holding her in his arms.

"What the hell do you want to do?" Wen Qiong faced the blackboard, her tone helpless.

"Love letters." Xiu Qingyan chewed on the gum again.

"I'm sorry." Wen Qiong solemnly replied: "I don't want to write. ”

"You've written a lot before." Xiu Qingyan looked down at the top of her jet-black head.

"That was before. Can you please stop being so naïve? ”

"What do you say? Am I naïve? ”

"Yes, you're naïve!"

A nameless fire burned from his heart, and Xiu Qingyan threw the blackboard eraser out with a raised hand, falling to the ground and fainting a cloud of chalk shavings.

Wen Qiong was frightened and turned around to run, but he pulled her over and pressed her against the blackboard. Xiu Qingyan looked down at her condescendingly, "Who is naïve?" ”

Wen Qiong's expression was cold and cold. Xiu Qingyan stared at her, gritting his teeth.

He turned around and pulled the schoolbag on the table, shook the schoolbag downward, and the book fell out, accompanied by a large number of colorful love letters, Wen Qiong couldn't see it. He grabbed a stack and approached her face, "Look, these are all written by you, do you want me to read them to you, what have you written?" ”

"Xiuqingyan!" Wen Qiong was particularly embarrassed, as if she saw her in her previous life again.

Her eyelashes flickered, and she fluttered slightly as she called his name, like two fluttering butterflies. She is petite, and the neckline of her school uniform is turned up, and the delicate collarbone is faintly visible, and the collarbone is ...... down

Xiu Qingyan looked away, and the anger in his heart also disappeared by half. His eyes were dark, "How can you write another love letter?" ”

Wen Qiong looked at him calmly. His jaw was tense and his lips were thin, and he looked at it with affection.

In his previous life, Wen Qiong later saw Xiu Qingyan on the news, when he had a fiancée by his side, who was said to have a prominent background and was still a high-achieving student. When Wen Qiong died, he and his fiancée had just held a grand engagement banquet, which was the envy of others. In this life, he will still have a bright future, and will he remember that he once asked her for a love letter?

Wen Qiong thought of this, raised her hand and pushed him away, "Don't make trouble." ”

"No trouble, I'm serious." Xiu Qingyan grabbed her refusal hand.

As soon as the two hands touched, Wen Qiong's heart panicked, hurriedly shook it off, and walked off the podium quickly.

Xiuqingyan is still reminiscent of the tender touch of the palm just now. He propped himself on the table and smiled evilly, "Wen Qiong, don't you still like me, so you don't dare to write me love letters, right?" ”

Wen Qiong set up the chair and threw it down, "I really don't like it." ”

The smile on the corner of Xiu Qingyan's mouth gradually disappeared, "You don't like it anymore?" Like me for so many years and now say I don't like it, will Lao Tzu believe it? ”

"Hey, Xiu Qingyan, you're really a bit of a stalker." Su Guo'er walked into the classroom, and she heard it outside, looking quite disdainful.

Xiu Qingyan said angrily: "your!" ”

Su Guo'er snorted coldly, "It's none of my business, I just think you're very funny." ”

Xiu Qingyan looked at Wen Qiong, "You also think I'm funny?" ”

Wen Qiong looked at Xiu Qingyan, who was still standing on the podium. His eyes were dark and narrow, handsome and affectionate, and she had occupied her life for many years in her previous life, and she always expected him to save her, to immerse herself in a world of self-delusion. She didn't think he was serious enough to say it, and she didn't have the same feelings for him as she had been.

"yes, I think you're funny, like a clown!" Her tone was very light and light, but it was so mean.