Day after day, every day, Ling Junxuan repeats the boring but energetic campus life. Of course, it also repeats the helplessness of receiving love letters every day.

During his lunch break, he had cleared his backpack full of love letters, but now that the sun was about to set, he was here again to collect his starry cards.

Opening the mailbox, Ling Junxuan's knuckled hands, as if he had self-consciousness, opened the backpack, and swept all the pornographic books that had been piled up in the quadrangle box like a lofty mountain, and after sweeping them in, he lowered his head and looked at it again, making sure that there was no more half a piece of paper in the box and it became empty, so he pulled the bulging backpack and threw it back on his shoulders at will.

Suppressing the increasingly irritable mood, he maintained his usual elegant demeanor and a shallow smile like a spring breeze.

Turning, he ignored the heads hiding in the little corners and the sparkling nymphomaniac eyes.

As he walked forward, he was as graceful as a prince, patrolling his beautiful country.

He is so perfect that it is difficult for people to peek into his true thoughts.

In fact, at this moment, his mood is depressed like an invisible volcano that can burst out of magma at any time, and what he owes is just a little spark that is enough to ignite the prairie fire.

It's another weekend, why hasn't she come back yet?

It's been a long time since he'd seen that delicate face as beautiful as a snow lotus...

It was the middle of November, how could she go out for so long and not come back?

Gloomy stepping on the afterglow of the uncertain sunset, he walked slowly under the wisteria trellises whose branches and leaves were no longer so vibrant.

The handsome brow furrowed, and his lips were pursed into a line.

How should he pursue her?

If she could be at school often, then he could come up with no less than 50 ways to pursue her, but now she has been out for more than a month!

How many more chances does he have to meet her!?

The Spring Festival holiday in January is not far away, and the time of this semester is nearly half of Thailand, so that the end of the semester is getting closer and closer, which indicates that the time left for him is getting more and more urgent.

But what should he do to carry out his plan of pursuit?

What should he do? What the hell is he going to do!?

Could it be that just let the initial germination of his youth and hastily draw an imperfect end to regret his life?

He is unwilling, really unwilling!

No longer overwhelmed, he couldn't help but reach out and comb the broken hair on his forehead a few times irritably, and a little anxiety gradually appeared in those beautiful and charming eyes.

"Brother Xuan."

A figure in a long powder blue dress gracefully appeared at the exit of the wisteria trellis, and a tender white soft wattle waved in the air and beckoned to him.

The two looked at each other, and she was surprised to see his unconcealed anxiety and irritability.

Brother Xuan, what's wrong?

The girl involuntarily took two steps, her powdery blue petite body leaning forward slightly in concern.

"Brother Xuan, aren't you happy? Is something going on? ”

Ling Junxuan, who was already so irritable, that after seeing that little face that he was concerned about, he crackled and burned even more vigorously as if he had poured oil.

"It's fine."

Indifferently spit out two words, Ling Junxuan quickly took his eyes off her face, took a step and continued to walk forward.

It's like ignoring the indifference of her existence, without any temperature, so that this already cold autumn wind is biting sleet.

And the withering after the beginning of winter is even more gloomy.

Brother Xuan...

Extremely aggrieved, the petite girl shook her lips and whispered:

"Oh..."

"Ling Junxuan, if you are unhappy, can you not affect others to be unhappy with you?"

A beautiful girl who was holding unevenly, "whoosh" flashed out from the wisteria trellis, she stared at the handsome prince-like face, and her voice was a little sharp.

Seeing her angry and guarding the little chick like an old hen, Ling Junxuan walked around her without saying a word and walked out of the flower stand.

"Toshiko, you don't want this."

The petite girl tugged at the other girl who was guarding her, trying to keep her from being angry.

"Fang Fei, you can't always be so used to him."

Turning around and running up, Minzi stopped in front of Ling Junxuan.

"Ling Junxuan, what is wrong with Fang Fei for you? You just don't take her seriously! ”

Toshiko, who was so angry, almost pointed at his tall nose and scolded.

Staring coldly at the angry face, Ling Junxuan still didn't speak, he just turned his heels and walked past her.

"Ling Junxuan, you can make it clear to me today!"

Relentlessly chasing after him, she stopped in front of him again.

Staring at Toshiko, who stubbornly raised his chin, there were no ups and downs in Ling Junxuan's voice:

"Are you sure?"

His cold eyes made people feel that their scalps were numb, and their stamen-like lips had already been tightly curled into threads.

The stubborn Toshiko secretly tightened her beige coat with her slightly trembling hands, and there was even a slight wetness in her palms.

She had never seen such a cold Ling Junxuan, who was almost terrifying, although his face was so expressionless at this time that he couldn't see any emotion.

Once upon a time, he was elegant and gentle, but he became this terrible appearance?

Gritting her teeth, Toshiko stubbornly looked back at that beautiful and handsome face, but is that handsome face still the face that has always been buried deep in her heart?

"Don't talk about Brother Xuan, let's all go home."

The weak Fang Fei was scared, she was afraid to hear the words from his mouth that she didn't want to hear.

She luckily thought that as long as they didn't say anything, then there was still hope for everything.

Taking a deep breath, Toshiko turned around and strode away.

"Toshiko, Toshiko, you wait for me, wait for me..."

Glancing at Ling Junxuan quickly, Fang Fei chased after him.

It's just that she kept running forward, and at the same time she reluctantly turned back.

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