"Students, even if you don't believe me, you have to believe in Qinghe, right? With Qinghe as a guarantee for me, what are you worried about? So what literary club president can compare to us? Liu Jiayao spoke again.

Xu Qinghe smiled bitterly, lowered his head and went to do his own thing.

"This Liu Jiayao is Xu Qinghe's best friend, he has been influenced by Xu Qinghe for a long time, he should be credible, right?" The students exchanged heads and ears.

"Also, I'm not like Qinghe who only writes one letter a week, as long as you give enough benefits, I can write one a day." Liu Jiayao released a bombshell again, and then looked at the faces below with confidence.

Xu Qinghe's love letter business only receives one order a week, which is a regret in many people's hearts, and this defect does not exist in Liu Jiayao.

Although Liu Jiayao's writing is not as good as Xu Qinghe's, he charges a low fee, unlike asking Xu Qinghe to ghostwrite for auction. Liu Jiayao's love letter business may be higher than Xu Qinghe in terms of cost performance.

"You write one to us first." Someone suggested.

Everyone's eyes lit up, yes, why not test his quality first.

Liu Jiayao stretched out his palm and pressed it down, signaling everyone to be quiet.

"In order to prove myself, and to prove that Qinghe is not blind, I will give you a satisfactory answer tomorrow morning. Come and see from my position when the time comes. Waiting until the classroom was quiet, Liu Jiayao slowly spoke.

"How do we know if you asked Qinghe to write it on your behalf?" There was opposition.

"I can prove it." Yuan Ming hurriedly said, but caused a boo.

"Then I'll be able to write later, right?" Liu Jiayao sighed helplessly.

Only then did the crowd agree.

"Lao Yuan, borrow me the book you read before." After stepping off the podium, Liu Jiayao hurriedly asked Yuan Ming for help.

Yuan Ming unceremoniously despised him, but still took the book to Liu Jiayao.

"Next door, Liu Jiayao wants to write a love letter to prove his writing." I don't know who spread the news to Class 8, Zhou Ting clenched her fists, hesitated and secretly leaned over to listen.

"Liu Jiayao will read it after the evening practice." I don't know who said it.

Zhou Ting's mind recalled the words written by Liu Jiayao at the beginning.

What Zhou Ting didn't know was that some of those sentences were created by Xu Qinghe. Liu Jiayao did not accept all the orders at the beginning, but interspersed many of his own sentences, although the original meaning was destroyed, but the sincere emotions were still revealed, and they were more characteristic of Liu Jiayao.

In the evening, Liu Jiayao secretly flipped through the books given by Yuan Ming, biting the pen from time to time to think, or writing something on scratch paper.

The evening repair was finally over, and all the men gathered around Liu Jiayao's seat.

"I'm running out of breath. Why don't I read it from the podium? Liu Jiayao shouted.

There were also some people outside the classroom, and even a few girls.

Han Liping hesitated, but still pulled Zhou Ting and said, "It's so lively outside, let's go and have a look?" ”

Zhou Ting couldn't bear to sweep away Han Liping's interest, so she let her pull herself outside the seventh class classroom.

Out of the corner of Liu Jiayao's eyes, he saw Zhou Ting outside the classroom, and immediately cleared his throat.

"The world is big, but it's monotonous, and your presence makes it colorful, and the world is beautiful with you······ The ten-mile spring breeze is not as good as your smile······ In a fickle world, I want to watch the vicissitudes of life with you, and see the eternal forever. Liu Jiayao's passionate speech touched the people present.

Quite a few people bowed their heads.

Liu Jiayao secretly looked at Zhou Ting, but Zhou Ting didn't react after hearing this, just pulled Han Liping to turn around and leave.

Liu Jiayao's heart was half cold, and he barely squeezed out a smile to face everyone in the audience.

Xu Qinghe has all this at his fingertips, but he can't help Liu Jiayao anything, his situation is still a mess, what can he help Liu Jiayao?

Xu Qinghe sighed and said, "Now believe it, right?" Our Lao Liu has real kung fu, but he is not just a vase. What's more, the vase is quite expensive. ”

Liu Jiayao took advantage of the situation to advertise: "You can start booking now, I opened the first letter, only for those who are destined." ”

"The so-called destined person is the highest bidder." Yuan Ming added on the side.

It didn't take long for Liu Jiayao's first love letter to be booked out, in exchange for a week's worth of sports drinks.

It's just that what everyone doesn't know is that the person who won the first love letter was arranged by Liu Jiayao, and he originally owed Liu Jiayao a week's sports drink.

Liu Jiayao achieved the expected advertising benefits with this hand, but he couldn't be happy.

Yuan Ming and Xu Qinghe glanced at each other, set him up and walked out.

"What are you doing?" Liu Jiayao wants to break free from the shackles of the two.

"Have a supper, please." Xu Qinghe said.

Liu Jiayao didn't say anything more, but lowered his eyes, and there was a gloomy sadness in his eyes that could not be concealed.

Yuan Ming messed up Liu Jiayao's hair, and then said, "What are you doing?" Do you think Qinghe is too little? ”

Liu Jiayao shook his head.

"It's a common feeling to do it when you've decided to do it. You're going to be sad and prove that you're not giving up. Xu Qinghe let go of Liu Jiayao's hand.

"Yes, you're going to prove you're alive." Yuan Ming also let go of Liu Jiayao.

"I'm fine, I just played you guys. But you two who have no conscience, and you don't say that you should come and comfort me one more time. Liu Jiayao suddenly laughed.

Although he said so, he still had a bit of a forced smile.

The two didn't dismantle him, leaving him to complain.

Maybe Liu Jiayao just needs these trash words to vent the depression in his heart.

Not everything in the world will have a happy ending, but whether it is the beginning, the process or the ending, there will always be a satisfying part.

This is especially true in the world of feelings, where one-way relationships are always accompanied by pain, but this is what must be borne by building another bridge.

There is no such thing as a two-way street, which can avoid divine trauma and bring eternal love.

Everybody understands this, but everybody is shying away from it, avoiding the idea.

It was time for Liu Jiayao to face this subject head-on, and he wanted to avoid it one last time, but he was dragged back by reality.

Zhou Ting took out the love letter that Liu Jiayao had sent, and there were already creases on it.

Zhou Ting crumpled it violently and wanted to throw it away, but her hand stopped waving in midair.

She unfolded the ball of paper, pressed it carefully, and put it back in the drawer.

"What the hell do you want to do?" Zhou Ting looked at the few stars in the sky, and a sense of powerlessness rose in her heart.

Qiao Wei walked up to her, gently held her hand, and looked up at the night sky as well.

"Qiao Wei, you are so caring, I am reluctant to marry you off." Zhou Ting said with a smile.

Qiao Weiqiao blushed, patted Zhou Ting's arm, turned around and left.

"Seriously, I can't hand you over to Uncle Xinke so easily in the future." Zhou Ting said behind Qiao Wei.

Qiao Wei raised her fist to threaten, and Zhou Ting couldn't help laughing.

"If you bully Qiao Wei again, I'll lock you out." Han Liping leaned against the door and said to Zhou Ting.