NO.6

On the day I met Xu Motou, I had another nightmare, which was a dream that had been far away from me for more than ten years, and I couldn't imagine that it would be so good to look back on it again, uh, terrifying.

In the dream, the sky is the dazzling color of the second dimension, and then the watermelon becomes fine, the tire becomes fine, the potato becomes fine, the pumpkin becomes fine, and all the round objects become fine, and they all use me as a target.

I guess I was tortured and had a nervous breakdown, and even when I saw Fu Jiaojiao getting along day and night, I had a bit of an instinctive reaction.

"An Yi, why do I think the way you look at me is so uncute?" Fu Jiaojiao complained.

My eyes are straight, and I can already compete with national treasures with dark circles.

And the Xu devil next to me has always been a winner in life, not long after he transferred to another school, he set off the open hanging mode, and was even named the 'unprecedented' dream lover by the girls.

Not to mention whether the word unprecedented is used in this way, just from my small role, I have been regarded as the number one object to win over the moon near the water.

On a few occasions, I even noticed that the fruit and snacks on my desk were piled up in the shape of a hill, and people who didn't know must have thought that someone had just worshipped their ancestors here.

The delicious food is cheaper, Fu Jiaojiao, the cool celebrity peripherals have become Su Zi's bag, and I have become a porter, transporting the love letters at hand to Xu Juran again and again.

"An Yi, you have picked up a treasure, guarding such a dense cash cow!"

"If you're rare, let's change seats, I still prefer to be at the same table with girls."

Su Zi disagreed with my statement, "I think it's okay, resources can't just circulate internally, if only this seat could be auctioned, at least enough to play all the ten ASEAN countries!" ”

"Who's going to buy it?" I can't react a bit.

"Chen Jiajia!" Fu Jiaojiao and Su Zi said in unison.

NO.7

In junior high school and high school, most girls must have a crush in their hearts, they are not human at all, they are gods who can help world peace even with poop!

Some of those who dare to fight will write hard to express their love, but most of them are stuffy in their hearts waiting for the male gods to guess their minds one day with the wrong nerves, if they can't wait, these female animals will get drunk and cry when they graduate, and then wait for ten or eight years later, and then take it out and ferment when reminiscing about the topic of youth.

Xu Ranran's attitude towards love letters is the third I expected, I guessed that he would scold me for being nosy, or throw them all in the trash, or pick a beautiful handwriting to engage in ambiguity, but I forgot that Xu Motou is a demon, and the demon's thinking is not something that normal people can guess.

He stacked each piece of paper neatly, almost as thick as two textbooks, and it was spectacular!

Then he took out a red pen and began to correct grammatical errors and typos.

I looked at him as laboriously pretentious as the head teacher, and I was dizzy, "You plan to return it to others after you finish annotating?" ”

Love letters, do you still have to audition and promotion?

Neither.

Xu suddenly glanced at me, "Throw it to the publishing house, and publish a diary of chasing men to earn some manuscript fees." ”

"Huh?" I couldn't close my mouth for half a day.

This is a path I never thought of, isn't he as cheeky as making a 'national disaster'?

"That's—that's all a part of someone's heart."

Xu suddenly nodded in agreement, "I have received my mind, and the material will benefit the society!" ”