67. Can you help me deliver a love letter?

On Monday morning, when Ling Xing went out to school, he ran into Ji Yan at the door of his house.

The eyes of the two briefly met, and then quickly moved away, Ling Xing just didn't see anything, didn't even say hello to Ji Yan, and walked in front of him without squinting.

Ji Yan lowered his eyes and didn't speak, his usually gentle peach blossom eyes looked a little dull in the past, and he no longer had the same look as before.

Ling Xing didn't take a few steps in front of him, he also took a step, keeping a short distance behind Ling Xing.

In fact, this situation, in Ji Yan's eyes, was no different from when he was young, when he made Ling Xing angry.

It's just that the current Ling Xing is already different from when he was young, and when he was young, Ling Xing was angry, even if he came to her with a face, she would not completely ignore him like today.

She would only snort coldly, with a bit of girlish coquettishness and arrogance, say a few words to complain about him, and then forgive him.

Ji Yan really couldn't figure it out, Ling Xing was still Ling Xing, obviously she was still the same person, and obviously there were not many years in the past, why did she change so much?

But he also knew that he had made a mistake that was equivalent to fatal in dealing with the matter between Ling Xing and Qiu Yilin this time.

After more than ten years of childhood sweethearts with Ling Xing, Ji Yan felt that this little thing was not enough to make Ling Xing quarrel with him for too long.

He hadn't planned to come to post Ling Xing's cold face so early, but now there was an extra Su Qingluo between him and Ling Xing.

On that occasion yesterday, he really shouldn't have subconsciously chosen to believe Qiu Yilin without figuring out the reason for the matter.

But on that occasion yesterday, there were only the two of them in a long corridor, if it wasn't for Ling Xing, could it be that Qiu Yilin deliberately fell down and blamed her?

Ji Yan felt that Qiu Yilin would not do this, and there was no reason.

I came to wait for Ling Xing early this morning because he also had his own thoughts, and he had lived for seventeen years like the stars holding the moon, and Ji Yan naturally felt that Ling Xing was always different to him......

When the two of them walked to the school gate one after the other, Ling Xing unconsciously quickened her pace, she didn't want to enter the classroom at the same time as Ji Yan.

Ling Xing almost ran all the way into the classroom, and she was still panting when she sat in her seat.

Recently, I have neglected to exercise, and I can obviously feel that my physical strength is not as good as before.

Seeing Ling Xing like this, Zeng Zhile sprayed disinfectant on the desk, and habitually joked: "It's still early, you run so fast?" Got picked up by a dog? ”

Ji Yan stepped into the door of the classroom at this moment, his gaze swept over Ling Xing, and he walked straight to his seat and sat down.

Seeing this, Qiu Yilin, who was at the front table, hurriedly turned around and talked to Ji Yan, and she didn't know what the two said, so they both laughed after a while.

Ling Xing nodded at Zeng Zhile: "What did I tell you...... It's pretty much the same. ”

Zeng Zhile: "?"

After another ten minutes, the people in the classroom had already arrived, and the seats behind Ling Xing were still empty.

Yes, Su Qingluo, this guy was just praised by Sister Yu last week, and his enthusiasm has improved recently, and he has started to take the old road of being late again.

Sister Yu came to the office early in the morning and called the seven students who participated in the debate competition in the classroom to the office.

She euphemistically expressed the importance that the school attaches to this debate competition.

Also, after all, F high has been suppressed by the city for so many years, what kind of real ability is it to win so much last year?

If you really have the ability, you have to win the first middle school in the city every year in various competitions.

But how can the teachers and students of City No. 1 Middle School be vegetarians? I heard that for this debate competition, the city No. 1 middle school has been involuted to a very serious point, and played the slogan that it must win over F high, especially several class teachers in the second year of high school, every day let the students shout a slogan of 'the city and the city will always be the first' before class.

Since ancient times, the true feelings cannot be retained, only the routine can win the hearts of the people, not to mention, their practice has been recognized by the school leaders.

F high doesn't have a lot of pressure in the first place, but it's already a hundred feet, who doesn't want to go further?

As a result, this burden fell on their group of participating students, who were bitter in their hearts and couldn't tell anyone.

The topic of this debate was set early, giving them enough time to fully prepare.

Now there are several places in each class, and there will definitely not be so many people in the debate competition.

In other words, they have to go through another round of fighting, and only the remaining ones can participate in the competition.

After listening to Sister Yu's brainwashing, everyone returned to the classroom with heavy steps.

Qiu Yilin even asked for help from the system, but the system did not answer.

When Ling Xing returned to the classroom, there were still three minutes before the preparatory class, and Su Qingluo at the back table still hadn't come.

Su Qingluo came by stepping on the spot, and when he came, he saw a boy at the back door of the classroom, and the boy sneaked through the window at the back of the classroom to look inside the second and third classes.

The boy's expression looked a little distressed, a little shy, and a little overwhelmed, and he didn't know who he was looking for.

Su Qingluo didn't have any nosy cells in his body at all, he raised his leg and was about to walk into the classroom from the boy, when the boy's voice called him came from behind him-

"Hey, brother?"

Su Qingluo paused and glanced at him lazily.

The boy first smiled flatteringly, and then scratched his head, as if he was a little embarrassed: "Brother, can you help me deliver a love letter?"

As he spoke, he carefully pulled out a piece of pink paper from his pocket.

What age are they? In these years, confession, or face to face, to use the phone and can communicate, writing love letters was not popular 800 years ago, okay?

However, it is also a beautiful and romantic thing to think about writing love letters to the person you like.

Su Qingluo is relatively tolerant of these things now, and if he wants to put it aside, he may not know how many stupid words he will have to scold this boy.

He glanced at the love letter, didn't reach out to take it, and asked, "To whom?"

Love letters can't be spread around, even if he helps bring them over, he has to ask if he is willing to accept this letter,

"I don't know if you recognize her, but I've been sure a few times that that's where she is." The boy walked up to Su Qingluo's side, stretched out his hand and pointed at Ling Xing's seat, and quickly withdrew his hand as if he had been electrocuted.

Su Qingluo looked at the position he pointed, and with just one glance, his face was completely blackened.

The boy was a blind man, he didn't notice anything unusual at all, and said excitedly, "There, brother, you just need to help me put this letter in the hole in her desk." ”

Su Qingluo raised his eyelids: "Get out!"

Boy: "......"

Change your face in a second, are you performing Peking Opera?

Don't be too ridiculous!

"I don't study hard, I think about these things all day long." Su Qingluo took the love letter in the boy's hand and crumpled the love letter into a ball, he glanced at the boy coldly: "Next time you write these things to her, I will let it appear on the desk of the grade director." ”

The boy was completely dumbfounded: "......"

It was fine just now, but what's wrong with the blink of an eye?

Today's holiday, it's too late to code words, another day...... Forget it, that's all

(End of chapter)