"Liang Sheng, it was definitely your loss that you left first yesterday."

This was the first time she had walked around a boy without knowing how many times.

Yang Wenjing nibbled on the potato chips pressed on the table, grinning and talking to his tablemates, while the two boys at the front table also leaned over and listened.

"Huh? What's wrong with it? ”

"Didn't we go downstairs to Lu Jingqing's house later, Brother Wang called and shouted......"

Lu Jingqing?

This familiar name fell into his ears, and Bu Yanxi subconsciously leaned a few steps towards them.

However, Yang Wenjing was interrupted as soon as he was halfway through his words, "Are there any potato chips left?" ”

Ming Yuyan curled his fingers and tapped lightly on his desktop.

"Huh? Yes! Yang Wenjing immediately gave him the potato chips hidden in the table.

"That's all?"

"yes...... Brother Ming, don't you like potato chips? ”

"Well, it depends."

The boy who took the potato chips curled the corners of his lips slightly, and his smile was unfathomable, "For example, when there are some spies around to eavesdrop, I especially love potato chips." ”

His voice came into Bu Yanxi's ears lightly, and the girl's pace was slightly slow, and she walked over casually.

Syllable.

She deliberately slammed his homework book against the table, then turned and walked away.

The boy paused, looked over, and saw that she had returned to her seat.

Bad.

Watch your eyes.

Narrow-minded.

What do you mean by "spy"? What is "eavesdropping"? When she couldn't hear him mocking herself?

Bu Yanxi thought hatefully, and took out the notebook on the table with a straight face, however, it was probably overexertion, and a piece of paper sandwiched in the middle of the notebook fell down.

She happened to look down for a book, but she didn't find it.

The boy in the back of the side noticed.

He couldn't help but glance at Yang Wenjing, and motioned for him to pick up the paper on the ground, who was slightly stunned and bent down to pick it up.

"Brother Ming, ...... this?" He looked at Ming Yuyan suspiciously, but the other party made a silent gesture at him, and took the paper over-

"I looked at her, and looked at ......"

Behind, the voice suddenly sounded elegantly and clearly, like a clear spring flowing, word by word, and the breeze was blowing.

Bu Yanxi was stunned for a moment.

This sentence...... Why is it so familiar?

“…… For a lifetime, wholeheartedly. I love her the most, for sure, as surely as I am going to die......"

Wait a minute.

Isn't that a quote she copied into her notebook?!

After relieving herself, she turned her head, only to see the boy twisting the page between his fingers, his long eyelashes lowered, and reading the contents of it slowly, "...... The flower demon girl of the day is now only left with dead leaves to return to her hometown. But I love her ......"

Boom –

Hearing the word "love", Bu Yanxi only felt a rush of heat to her head, she stood up all of a sudden, and ran towards him violently.