After the morning reading class, Hu Danhui, Cai Guorong, Yang Chunshu and Zhu Xiangfeng were called to Gong Linxiang's office to give a lecture, and Qin An entered the classroom.
The students all looked at Qin An and Aimu with laughter. Although writing love letters is not uncommon, few of them are widely known.
After all, it was only 1996. After receiving love letters, such as those that girls are proud of, they are more accustomed to hiding them in their hearts. After receiving love letters, they will check whether there is a name. If there is a name, they will see if they like the person they also like. If there is no name, they will carefully verify it, look at the font, and guess who may write love letters to them recently.
Most of the girls' love letters were secretly hidden by themselves. Aimu received too many love letters, some of which were written on their names, and some did not. She was too lazy to read them, so she put them aside and let Chen Yue watch them, and the matter started to break up.
Qin An Old God was sitting in his seat on the ground, reading a chemistry Olympics tutorial book.
After National Day, there will be a selection test for the Olympics of Louxing City High School. As for the students' eyes and teasing words that are waiting to watch the show, he doesn't plan to pay attention to it. The matters between men and women will never be explained clearly, and the more they are drawn, the darker they become.
Aimu didn't look back, and sat in her seat, not very active in the classroom as usual.
After dealing with this cold for a whole morning, the enthusiasm of the bystanders was finally reduced a lot. At noon, Qin An and Zhu Xiangfeng still made an appointment to go to the cafeteria for dinner, and Zhang Yue and Tong Guan were waiting for Aimu as usual.
After lunch, Qin An did not go back to his own classroom and walked into Class 158 classroom.
Since the start of school, Qin An has not had much contact with Sun Sun and Ye Zhulan in school. The two girls have not left a good impression of being too intimate with boys as soon as they entered school. Qin An and them always maintain a close relationship from the same junior high school and from other people in school. They do not have too many ambiguous words and deeds that make people gossip, and they rarely come to their class to find them.
When Qin An walked into the classroom of Class 158, many people looked up at him. After all, the news that Qin An of Class 156 wrote a love letter to Aimu was spread. For many eye-catching events, there would always be people looking at the protagonists.
Sun Sun was not in the classroom. From the attitude of Sun Sun talking to him in the morning, Qin An felt that Sun Sun would probably not believe that he would write any love letter to Aimu.
Sun Sun was also expressing an attitude that he didn't need to explain Qin An's affairs to her. She was not someone from Qin An... Sun Sun was always so awkward.
Ye Zhulan sat in his position, holding a piece of white paper with a small plane.
Qin An walked over, took the small plane from Ye Zhulan, breathed a sigh of relief, and then flew out, and the paper plane circled around.
He flew out at the door, floating on the campus, dripping with sunlight, and hid among the leaves stretching to the upper floors.
I have always wondered why I had to breathe in my mouth before flying the paper plane out, but I always remember to do this. Do you know the reason?Qin An sat in front of Ye Zhulan, lying on the desk and watching Ye Zhulan.
Ye Zhulan was smiling lightly, with a small dimples beside her cheeks, and her cute nose wrinkled. Seeing him lying down, he could smell the richest fragrance of the small sachet tied to his chest. He moved his body a little behind. How could I know Ah, waiting for you to explain.
All right.Qin An put another small plane into Ye Zhulan's hands and walked to the blackboard.
Qin An picked up the chalk and started writing on the blackboard.
Ye Zhulan opened her clear and shining eyes and sat there looking at Qin An seriously, not knowing what he was going to do.
After rubbing the soft petals in the palm of your hand, they emit a faint fragrance as thin as you, without a sad breath, nor a sad sigh...
Pity cherishing is just pity cherishing itself, just like your shyness is just shyness itself, just like my love is just love in the end, who cares about or who is concerned about...
...All kinds of green movements are the thorns that should be picked before the fruit matures. Those who pick the forbidden fruit are not afraid, they want to taste it with blood.
The rain outside the window hits the banana leaves. I opened the rain curtain in front of my eyes and gently shouted your name, hoping that the window would open. That night, I closed my eyes and rested with the sound of rain. I suddenly heard that your heartbeat trance transcends past and present lives...
In this life, I am transcending the bond of my soul and reincarnated in the cycle of reincarnation, just to fall in love with you again. If only a tree of faded petals are left in my palm, thorny flowers are hung with thorns, and tender palms are willing to be dripping from the thorns...
For high school students who have never reached the level of returning to the natural language, the words piled up with luxurious and exquisite vocabulary are always the most amazing beauty that can hold your breath.
Qin An is good at this. He wrote from the rightmost to the leftmost on the blackboard, combining the painful, happy, sad, joyful, low, and gorgeous words into a love letter that makes people feel like a love letter, but it is actually a love letter. It just makes people sigh that this is a love letter that will only be released from the heartbreaking, entangled and painful feelings.
Qin An had not finished writing yet, and the lunch break was almost here. All the students in Class 158 were here. No one cared about how inappropriate Qin An's behavior was. He looked at the correct and timeless chalk words he wrote. Some girls quickly took out their notebooks and copied the love letter. In the classroom, there was only the sound of chalk and pens singing.
Ye Zhulan touched her cheek and looked secretly. Qin An had not written a love letter to her. The first time she was in public like this. Although no one knew... Although many of the things Qin An wrote made Ye Zhulan feel a little strange, she knew that this was the explanation he gave to her, which was enough.
Some students from Class 156 saw this scene when they passed by the door of Class 158 classroom. More and more people gathered, suppressing the urge to exclaim. Their study committee members actually wrote love letters on the blackboard of other classes.
It was not said that it was written to whom. It was clearly a love letter only that only the person who wrote the love letter and the person who read the love letter understood who wrote it to whom, but no one had any evidence that he wrote to whom.
It was definitely not written for Aimu.
The whole afternoon passed, and the ambiguous aura between Qin An and Aimu disappeared, with only a faint alienation, which came from Aimu.
She never looked back and talked to Qin An, nor talked to Zhang Yuetongguan. There was nothing more embarrassing than receiving a prank love letter and then being self-indulgent, especially for Aimu, who had always had self-indulgent thoughts about her.
At this time, those who had read the love letter that Aimu received in the morning were said to have been written by Qin An, and they all understood that the love letter was definitely not written by Qin An.
The name can be written casually and the handwriting can be imitated, but the amazing gorgeousness in the love letter written by Qin An himself cannot be imitated casually.
The love letter Qin An himself wrote was too different from the one that Aimu received.
Qin An didn't tell the difference, but he already knew the facts. He didn't find the person who was playing tricks, but he slapped him hard.
No one can learn Qin'an's coquettishness!It seems that to punish Qin An, you have to weigh your own weight first.The works on the blackboard of Class 158 were wiped off, but the manuscript was sent to Class 156. Zhu Xiangfeng was holding a handwritten copy of the love letter completed by a girl, and sighed.
If you have a top scorer in the high school entrance examination, you are a person who can get full marks in writing. Doesn’t you have this ability?But that prank guy didn't know anything about himself.Hu Danhui also came over to see it. Speaking of the top scorer in the high school entrance examination, Hu Danhui couldn't help but take a look at the empty seat.
Who is so boring?Yang Chunshu lay on the desk and wiped his mouth and yawned.
Could it be Zhang Yue and Tong Guan?Cai Guorong's voice is very loud.
Cai Guorong, are you trying to cause trouble again, right?Zhang Yuezheng was angry. He had never seen Aimu's current blow now. He stood up when he heard Cai Guorong's words.
No interest.Cai Guorong turned his head and felt that Zhang Yue and Tong Guan were angry. In the morning, he watched the depression brought to him by the secret expressions they showed when they were taught a lesson by Gong Linxiang.
After school, everyone was exposed, Zhang Yue and Tong Guan were sent away coldly by Aimu. When Qin An packed his schoolbag, he and Aimu were left in the classroom.
I'm leaving, see you tomorrow.Qin An said goodbye to Aimu with his schoolbag on his back.
Qin An, help me find out who made the prank.Aim, who had not spoken to Qin An in the afternoon, turned his head and his eyes drooped because of the resentment in his eyes. His naturally charming eyes no longer had the charm of smoke.
good.Qin An nodded. This was not an easy task, but Qin An would not let go of the prank maker who has not yet revealed any trace.
I was in a bad mood today. You wouldn't refuse to send me home, you wrote the things you wrote in Class 158, but I slapped me hard... although it was just by the way.Aimu forced a smile.
good.Qin An nodded anyway.He also had to ask Aimu what was going on, at least he had to look at the love letter.
The students all looked at Qin An and Aimu with laughter. Although writing love letters is not uncommon, few of them are widely known.
After all, it was only 1996. After receiving love letters, such as those that girls are proud of, they are more accustomed to hiding them in their hearts. After receiving love letters, they will check whether there is a name. If there is a name, they will see if they like the person they also like. If there is no name, they will carefully verify it, look at the font, and guess who may write love letters to them recently.
Most of the girls' love letters were secretly hidden by themselves. Aimu received too many love letters, some of which were written on their names, and some did not. She was too lazy to read them, so she put them aside and let Chen Yue watch them, and the matter started to break up.
Qin An Old God was sitting in his seat on the ground, reading a chemistry Olympics tutorial book.
After National Day, there will be a selection test for the Olympics of Louxing City High School. As for the students' eyes and teasing words that are waiting to watch the show, he doesn't plan to pay attention to it. The matters between men and women will never be explained clearly, and the more they are drawn, the darker they become.
Aimu didn't look back, and sat in her seat, not very active in the classroom as usual.
After dealing with this cold for a whole morning, the enthusiasm of the bystanders was finally reduced a lot. At noon, Qin An and Zhu Xiangfeng still made an appointment to go to the cafeteria for dinner, and Zhang Yue and Tong Guan were waiting for Aimu as usual.
After lunch, Qin An did not go back to his own classroom and walked into Class 158 classroom.
Since the start of school, Qin An has not had much contact with Sun Sun and Ye Zhulan in school. The two girls have not left a good impression of being too intimate with boys as soon as they entered school. Qin An and them always maintain a close relationship from the same junior high school and from other people in school. They do not have too many ambiguous words and deeds that make people gossip, and they rarely come to their class to find them.
When Qin An walked into the classroom of Class 158, many people looked up at him. After all, the news that Qin An of Class 156 wrote a love letter to Aimu was spread. For many eye-catching events, there would always be people looking at the protagonists.
Sun Sun was not in the classroom. From the attitude of Sun Sun talking to him in the morning, Qin An felt that Sun Sun would probably not believe that he would write any love letter to Aimu.
Sun Sun was also expressing an attitude that he didn't need to explain Qin An's affairs to her. She was not someone from Qin An... Sun Sun was always so awkward.
Ye Zhulan sat in his position, holding a piece of white paper with a small plane.
Qin An walked over, took the small plane from Ye Zhulan, breathed a sigh of relief, and then flew out, and the paper plane circled around.
He flew out at the door, floating on the campus, dripping with sunlight, and hid among the leaves stretching to the upper floors.
I have always wondered why I had to breathe in my mouth before flying the paper plane out, but I always remember to do this. Do you know the reason?Qin An sat in front of Ye Zhulan, lying on the desk and watching Ye Zhulan.
Ye Zhulan was smiling lightly, with a small dimples beside her cheeks, and her cute nose wrinkled. Seeing him lying down, he could smell the richest fragrance of the small sachet tied to his chest. He moved his body a little behind. How could I know Ah, waiting for you to explain.
All right.Qin An put another small plane into Ye Zhulan's hands and walked to the blackboard.
Qin An picked up the chalk and started writing on the blackboard.
Ye Zhulan opened her clear and shining eyes and sat there looking at Qin An seriously, not knowing what he was going to do.
After rubbing the soft petals in the palm of your hand, they emit a faint fragrance as thin as you, without a sad breath, nor a sad sigh...
Pity cherishing is just pity cherishing itself, just like your shyness is just shyness itself, just like my love is just love in the end, who cares about or who is concerned about...
...All kinds of green movements are the thorns that should be picked before the fruit matures. Those who pick the forbidden fruit are not afraid, they want to taste it with blood.
The rain outside the window hits the banana leaves. I opened the rain curtain in front of my eyes and gently shouted your name, hoping that the window would open. That night, I closed my eyes and rested with the sound of rain. I suddenly heard that your heartbeat trance transcends past and present lives...
In this life, I am transcending the bond of my soul and reincarnated in the cycle of reincarnation, just to fall in love with you again. If only a tree of faded petals are left in my palm, thorny flowers are hung with thorns, and tender palms are willing to be dripping from the thorns...
For high school students who have never reached the level of returning to the natural language, the words piled up with luxurious and exquisite vocabulary are always the most amazing beauty that can hold your breath.
Qin An is good at this. He wrote from the rightmost to the leftmost on the blackboard, combining the painful, happy, sad, joyful, low, and gorgeous words into a love letter that makes people feel like a love letter, but it is actually a love letter. It just makes people sigh that this is a love letter that will only be released from the heartbreaking, entangled and painful feelings.
Qin An had not finished writing yet, and the lunch break was almost here. All the students in Class 158 were here. No one cared about how inappropriate Qin An's behavior was. He looked at the correct and timeless chalk words he wrote. Some girls quickly took out their notebooks and copied the love letter. In the classroom, there was only the sound of chalk and pens singing.
Ye Zhulan touched her cheek and looked secretly. Qin An had not written a love letter to her. The first time she was in public like this. Although no one knew... Although many of the things Qin An wrote made Ye Zhulan feel a little strange, she knew that this was the explanation he gave to her, which was enough.
Some students from Class 156 saw this scene when they passed by the door of Class 158 classroom. More and more people gathered, suppressing the urge to exclaim. Their study committee members actually wrote love letters on the blackboard of other classes.
It was not said that it was written to whom. It was clearly a love letter only that only the person who wrote the love letter and the person who read the love letter understood who wrote it to whom, but no one had any evidence that he wrote to whom.
It was definitely not written for Aimu.
The whole afternoon passed, and the ambiguous aura between Qin An and Aimu disappeared, with only a faint alienation, which came from Aimu.
She never looked back and talked to Qin An, nor talked to Zhang Yuetongguan. There was nothing more embarrassing than receiving a prank love letter and then being self-indulgent, especially for Aimu, who had always had self-indulgent thoughts about her.
At this time, those who had read the love letter that Aimu received in the morning were said to have been written by Qin An, and they all understood that the love letter was definitely not written by Qin An.
The name can be written casually and the handwriting can be imitated, but the amazing gorgeousness in the love letter written by Qin An himself cannot be imitated casually.
The love letter Qin An himself wrote was too different from the one that Aimu received.
Qin An didn't tell the difference, but he already knew the facts. He didn't find the person who was playing tricks, but he slapped him hard.
No one can learn Qin'an's coquettishness!It seems that to punish Qin An, you have to weigh your own weight first.The works on the blackboard of Class 158 were wiped off, but the manuscript was sent to Class 156. Zhu Xiangfeng was holding a handwritten copy of the love letter completed by a girl, and sighed.
If you have a top scorer in the high school entrance examination, you are a person who can get full marks in writing. Doesn’t you have this ability?But that prank guy didn't know anything about himself.Hu Danhui also came over to see it. Speaking of the top scorer in the high school entrance examination, Hu Danhui couldn't help but take a look at the empty seat.
Who is so boring?Yang Chunshu lay on the desk and wiped his mouth and yawned.
Could it be Zhang Yue and Tong Guan?Cai Guorong's voice is very loud.
Cai Guorong, are you trying to cause trouble again, right?Zhang Yuezheng was angry. He had never seen Aimu's current blow now. He stood up when he heard Cai Guorong's words.
No interest.Cai Guorong turned his head and felt that Zhang Yue and Tong Guan were angry. In the morning, he watched the depression brought to him by the secret expressions they showed when they were taught a lesson by Gong Linxiang.
After school, everyone was exposed, Zhang Yue and Tong Guan were sent away coldly by Aimu. When Qin An packed his schoolbag, he and Aimu were left in the classroom.
I'm leaving, see you tomorrow.Qin An said goodbye to Aimu with his schoolbag on his back.
Qin An, help me find out who made the prank.Aim, who had not spoken to Qin An in the afternoon, turned his head and his eyes drooped because of the resentment in his eyes. His naturally charming eyes no longer had the charm of smoke.
good.Qin An nodded. This was not an easy task, but Qin An would not let go of the prank maker who has not yet revealed any trace.
I was in a bad mood today. You wouldn't refuse to send me home, you wrote the things you wrote in Class 158, but I slapped me hard... although it was just by the way.Aimu forced a smile.
good.Qin An nodded anyway.He also had to ask Aimu what was going on, at least he had to look at the love letter.
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