The next day, at 3:20 p.m., in the bathroom of Wanda Cinema, Zhao Menghua took a self-portrait in the mirror, his face was a little pale, and his heart was pounding in his chest, like a clarion call before the expedition, indicating the arrival of the final battle.

Zhao Menghua gritted his teeth and thought over and over again whether he was ready.

The flowers were fine, he had bought them yesterday afternoon. Ninety-nine crimson roses symbolize fire-like enthusiasm and charm. In his opinion, no girl can refuse such a flower, and the girl in the white dress will also melt for his sincerity.

The music is also ready.

He took two pieces of China from his father's drawer at home, and when he handed it over, the projectionist's uncle's dark face smiled, and he slapped his shoulder vigorously with his rough hand, swallowing clouds and spitting fog in his mouth, and his eyes rose at 45 degrees.

"Brother, don't worry, what you say is what, the customer is God!" The confession didn't work.

He struggled all night last night, writing and changing and rewriting.

At first, he originally wanted to recall the past and look forward to the future, but halfway through the writing, he felt that the youth was disgusting; Later, he wanted to get straight to the point, but the three words I love you were too direct for him to say; In the end, he wanted to write a confession with a relaxed atmosphere, but it was too undignified. If he hadn't finally come up with a clever trick, he would probably have only gone into battle with dark circles under his eyes today.

So no problem, it's all done.

At the time of the battle, he stood on the parade platform as a marshal, looking at the banners below, the soldiers were strong and strong, and the soldiers were already ready to go, just waiting for a drum and horn to sound in unison, that is, the army was overwhelmed and invincible! But for some reason, he now feels heavy in his heart and a little uncomfortable in his stomach.

No, he actually knows why.

He closed his eyes, and the sweet voice of Miss Operator echoed in his head, like a lingering dark cloud:

"Chinese name Lu Mingfei, English name Ricardo · Lu, from the Kassel Academy. ”

Normally, he would have laughed out loud when he heard the English name.

Ricardo？

Lu Mingfei how sassy are you to use the brand of the trolley box as your English name?

Why don't you name Nike or Adidas?

Or are you using a trolley case to imply that you're dragging a gas bottle?

But he couldn't laugh at all, and the three words Kassel were like ice cubes poked into his stomach, clanging in his stomach.

He stared at himself in the mirror, his face full of doubts about life.

Lu Mingfei and Kassel? What kind of international joke is this?

It's a fairy tale that the ugly duckling turns into a swan, but the ugly duckling takes out the green light ring and shouts Doraemon, and transforms into Ultraman Tiga, that's a thriller!

Is your Land of Light plagued by insects? How do you drill into the earth one after the other?

Where are you a Middle Eastern refugee? The door of the toilet was pushed open, and the two brothers of the Xu family walked in.

They wore black suits and looked like two inflated basketballs.

"Boss, everyone is here, just you, the hero!" Said the basketball on the left. "Yes, boss, the brothers are ready!" The basketball on the right followed.

"All here?" Zhao Menghua wiped his hands clean and put on a casual attitude as much as possible, "Lu Mingfei is also here?" ”

"It's coming, it's coming!" The two basketballs nodded wildly together, "We just gave him the clothes!" ”

Neither of them knew that Lu Mingfei had been admitted to Kassel, so they still had the usual contemptuous attitude.

In fact, among the people who came to the party this time, Zhao Menghua was the only one who knew that Lu Mingfei was about to go to the ocean when he turned his head, and waved goodbye to them.

He didn't know why he couldn't say it, maybe it was because he couldn't believe it, or maybe it was because he had to be in an atmosphere where everyone didn't take Lu Mingfei seriously to feel at ease? He pressed his chest, secretly cheering himself up.

What are you panicking about? He is Zhao Menghua! This is also Shilan Middle School, not Kassel!

Zhao Menghua walked into the screening hall and was greeted by boiling voices. Dozens of members of the Literature Club took their own positions, chatting and eating popcorn.

"Zhao Menghua, you look good today!" Su Xiaoqiao greeted Zhao Menghua generously, this girl's way of attacking has always been like this, she went straight into it with a single knife, and she was as cold as a chivalrous man in a book.

This is also the biggest reason why he doesn't like Su Xiaoqiao.

It stands to reason that women chase men, and the goal of this girl joining the literary club is Zhao Menghua, without concealment and fanfare.

But Zhao Menghua was like a piece of wood in the face of this girl's attack, the corners of her skirt were like fallen leaves, her long eyelashes were like dead branches, and even the autumn waves sent were like stones from Jingwei's reclamation, and there would be no news if she threw it down.

Sometimes my brother jokes, saying that the boss is really the contemporary Yanagishita Megumi, and we would have been from it a long time ago.

At this time, other people will follow suit, saying that it is because you will follow that Su Xiaoqiao will not look down on you!

But no one knows the real reason why he rejected Su Xiaoqiao, this girl is too strong, she carries tens of thousands of pocket flowers in her pocket every month, and when she takes out a credit card, it is platinum, and even her appearance is first-class.

It was difficult for Zhao Menghua to find confidence in front of her, even if she finally straightened her waist, she would feel uncomfortable.

But Chen Wenwen is different, this girl will quietly hold the book and look at you with her head up.

In her pupils you feel like you're a light source, shining on the joy in the depths of her eyes. No matter what aspect it is, such a girl is the girl in Zhao Menghua's heart!

"Boss, boss, Lu Mingfei is here." Someone poked his hand and pointed at him behind his back.

Zhao Menghua turned his head and saw Lu Mingfei in a black suit and white shirt.

This guy is stuck in his seat, with a Coke in his hand, his eyes wandering, and he doesn't know what he's thinking.

Zhao Menghua stepped forward, patted Lu Mingfei's shoulder, and pointed to a piece of copy paper in front of the screen: "You stand in that place for a while to give a speech." ”

"Do you want to give a speech?" Lu Mingfei looked a little stunned.

Do you really think you're qualified to give a speech? Zhao Menghua sneered in his heart, feeling that his worries just now were really unnecessary. He put a warm smile on his face: "Of course, you are a cadre of the Literary Society!" ”

Lu Mingfei didn't answer, his eyes swept directly over Zhao Menghua's face, as if he was scrutinizing. The smile on Zhao Menghua's face was a little stiff, and he felt uncomfortable. What is this guy doing? Visiting the zoo? "Okay!" Lu Mingfei nodded lightly, got up and walked towards the screen with the Xu brothers.

As soon as the three men stood still, the projector lit up. A large line of text on a bright screen:

"Chen Wenwen, I love you!"

I is Lu Mingfei, and the two O are the Xu brothers.

The boos from the audience poured in like a tidal wave, and a group of people frantically heckled below. Zhao Menghua stood up, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Su Xiaoqiao covering his mouth, and something was broken in his eyes.

But he didn't care, the fanatical mood was like a wave in his heart, making all his eyes turn to Chen Wenwen.