"Jiuzi, that girl is not here. Wang Zhengchao walked out of the second and fifth classes of junior high school and said.

"Oh, for the sake of Ermengzi, we are here to die waiting for her. Murong Jiu shook his head and said.

At the age when love first blooms, young boys and girls always have an inexplicable yearning for some beautiful opposite sex. In the campus where early love is strictly prohibited, it is difficult to help but dream of the mature hearts of teenagers, and the teachers who are discerning are also unable to know the love letters flying in secret.

Ten minutes later, Wang Zhengchao shouted happily: "Jiuzi, look, she's here, and the girl in the middle is." ”

Among the three girls who came together from a distance, the girl in the middle was wearing a denim suit, a ponytail, and a smile on her face, faintly showing a shallow dimple, her form was beautiful and youthful.

Ya, Ermengzi is lucky. Murong Jiu looked at him with admiration, and praised in his heart.

He stretched his hands above his head, his fingers ruffling his hair, and pulled his sleeves so that the cuffs covered the backs of his hands, leaving only ten fingers exposed. He stepped forward, with a leisurely laziness and rebellion, to meet the three girls who came from the opposite side.

Wang Zhengchao was shocked, Murong Jiu at this moment had an indescribable temperament compared to before. The words in his stomach are poor, and it is difficult for him to speak, he only has that clear feeling - Murong Jiu seems to have become a lot more stylish all of a sudden.

The three girls had already seen Murong Jiu from a long distance, and Murong Jiu's funny performance a week ago was still fresh in the memory of many students.

Murong Jiu, tall figure, sunny and handsome, flamboyant and free personality, confident and proud.

"Hehe, three lovely sisters, do you know me?" Murong Jiu twisted his chic posture, the corners of his mouth curled slightly, raised a sense of confidence, and said with an evil smile.

"Zhilu Dao, you are Murong Jiu of the fifth class of junior high school. The three girls stood opposite Murong Jiu, feeling that they lacked some confidence, and replied as if they were reserved and shy.

"Hehe, you are very beautiful, what's your name, don't you mind telling me?" Murong Jiu wandered in front of the third girl, occasionally stretching out his fingers to scratch his scalp, as if tickling.

"Ping Pong, Ping Pong, Yuanyuan. ”

The three girls didn't dare to face Murong Jiu's gaze, it was not that they were not confident, but that Murong Jiu had already confidently taken the initiative by relying on the advantage of being tall and handsome, and raising his hand and words also invisibly increased his dominance.

"Ah, your name is really Yuanyuan, great, it's you. Murong Jiu knew that the love letter was written to a girl named "Yuanyuan", and if it was sent to the wrong person, it would be bad, so he made a statement to confirm.

"Murong Jiu, are you looking for me?" suddenly involved some connection with Murong Jiu, this girl named Yuanyuan immediately stiffened, and her expression became even more unnatural.

"Yes, Brother Jiu, I'm looking for you. I have a letter here, you take it, you can't throw it away, otherwise Brother Jiu will be unhappy. Is this a letter, or colored paper, take a good look, reply to the letter as soon as possible, and wait in a hurry, okay, that's it, Brother Jiu withdrew. ”

Murong Jiu said a lot, stuffed the love letter into Yuanyuan's hand, and left in a chic manner, his posture was indescribably crisp and slightly tough.

Wang Zhengchao, who didn't say a word, stretched out his thumb in admiration at Murong Jiu's back, yes, it turns out that sending love letters can be so neat.

Murong Jiu and Wang Zhengchao, who left before and after, didn't know what to do, and Murong Jiu's words had already caused people to misunderstand. Yuanyuan's pretty face was already covered with redness, she twisted her waist shyly, and ran back to the classroom.

Ah, Murong Jiu wrote a love letter to Yuanyuan? Ping Pong and Ping Pong screamed, and they also rushed to the second and fifth classes of junior high school.

The sun rises in the east and slowly sinks towards the western mountains, and the sun moves in the campus. The third grade seemed to feel the wheezing sound of the high school entrance examination, and the teachers hurriedly walked through the third floor of the teaching building with books under their armpits.

Day 2

"Murong Jiu!" At the door of the classroom of the third and fifth classes of junior high school, a girl glanced inside and shouted.

In the tense preparation class, except for the students who were sleepy and listening to music with headphones on, everyone else was quietly revising. Such an abrupt female voice suddenly disturbed this quiet atmosphere.

"Ha Luha, Er Mengzi, your spring is coming, waiting for me to get you a love letter. ”

Raising his head from a pile of in-class books and extra-curricular books, Murong Jiu glanced at the girl at the door of the classroom, and immediately woke up from his drowsy state, and he swept out of the wind like a wind, leaving an excited laugh in the classroom.

"Hey, where is the love letter, give it to me, you go first, I'm happy inside, and I'll send it to you when it's written." ”

Murong Jiu took a piece of letterhead, shrank his head and retreated, not giving the girl time or opportunity to open her mouth to speak. The girl looked at Murong Jiu, who had instantly retreated to the classroom, blinked twice, and stomped back to the third floor of the teaching building as if angry.

"Ha Luha, the love letter is here, ah, you grabbed it quite quickly, you can read it first, I'll tell you first, I will resolutely not send the love letter next time......" Murong Jiu said to the classmates who were scrambling to read the love letters.

The cheerful atmosphere a moment ago became more and more dull, and the sensitive Murong Jiu suddenly felt abnormal, and when he turned his head to look at everyone, his heart immediately jumped. Ya, looking at Er Mengzi's seriously disappointed expression, he must have rejected it with a split head and a face, alas, what a beautiful first love.

"Murong Jiu, this is yours!" Wang Zhengmeng threw the love letter to Murong Jiu, turned around and walked out of the classroom angrily.

"My?" Murong Jiu's eyes widened, and he waved his hand to grab the love letter swirling in the wind, and when he took a look, the signature of the love letter was Juanxiu's writing "Murong Jiu", and the light blue pen and ink seemed to be flashing with an amorous luster.

"Is it really mine?" Murong Jiu suddenly felt a head and two big, girl, where is this!

The pursuit of beautiful things, the ignorant first love, and the fragile dream of youth.

Wang Zhengmeng exonerated himself and quickly walked out of the state of "falling out of love", and did not have a "rival" resentment towards Murong Jiu. However, his withdrawal allowed a group of "** Xueyou" to find the fun of pastime - encouraging Murong Jiu to pursue the girl.

In this regard, Murong Jiu was not interested, and shook his head like a rattle to veto. However, his refusal to cooperate did not discourage everyone's enthusiasm, Liu Xiangcan took the pen, and the others wrote a love letter for Murong Jiu. However, such a love letter sprinkled with hundreds of words did not fly to the palm of You**, but fell into the eyes of the head teacher Teacher Du by coincidence, and the ending was only smashed in the trash.