Just when the animation clip was about to end, the screen turned and returned to the real school scene. It started with the woods in the corner of the school playground, and the figure of a girl in a white skirt could be vaguely seen sitting on a swing frame gently swaying.
"Is it an Easter egg at the end?" A classmate stared curiously at the huge screen. He had never noticed it before watching this movie.
"Don't you think this scene looks a bit like our school?" As the camera gradually zoomed in, the members of the literary club felt a sense of déjà vu.
The figure of the girl in the white dress became clearer and clearer. Her black hair fell down like a waterfall. Her figure was slender and soft. She seemed to be holding a book in her hand and slowly flipping through it on the swing. The golden sunshine shone on her body.
They all seemed to be cast in a holy light.
"Wait a minute, this looks like the president of our literary club." Some boys said. This cotton white dress was very familiar to them.
Perhaps to confirm their suspicions, the scene that was broadcast subsequently was a collection of photos of students from the literary club, but the person who appeared most in the photos was Chen Wenwen.
There are moments when she is lying in front of the classroom window watching the sunset outside, there are scenes where the literary club is doing activities and Chen Wenwen is delivering a speech, there are figures walking in the crowd with her close classmates after school, there are scenes where she is sitting quietly on a bench in the corridor reading a book.
picture.
But every picture and frame captures the girl beautifully, and the surrounding environment perfectly sets off Chen Wenwen's quiet and elegant temperament.
So much so that the male members of the literary club couldn't open their eyes at this moment and exclaimed, "The beauty of the class is the beauty of the class, no matter how the photo is taken, she is the goddess of their dreams."
Only Chen Wenwen saw this scene with a hesitant look on her face when she woke up. She looked in Lu Mingfei's direction from time to time, with a look of struggle flashing in her eyes. She seemed to have noticed the real owner of this drama.
Sure enough, when frames of high-definition photos flashed by and finally formed a beating heart frame, below were the words written by pressing keys repeatedly.
"Three years have passed, and our classmates in the literary club are about to separate. Maybe it will be difficult to see each other again after separation. From now on, every spring, summer, autumn and winter, when the snow falls and the snow melts, we will no longer be together. It will be a little sad to think about it.
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As the director of the literary club, I, Lu Mingfei, am very happy to give you my final farewell speech in this way. Originally, I should say these words to all my classmates, but now I only want to say it to one person."
"Chen Wenwen, I like you. I have liked you for three years. I don't want to leave any regrets at the last moment of separation, leaving you unaware that there is someone who has been secretly in love with you for three years. Are you willing to accept my confession?"
The students who saw these words played on the big screen exploded instantly. Everyone was watching the excitement and the whole ground was boiling. Now they don't care if Lu Mingfei was a loser before, and they dare to confess to the class beauty in front of so many people.
This is enough to illustrate courage.
Even if they fail, this group of classmates will still have a deep impression on them when they get together in the future, and this incident of Lu Mingfei can be used as a source of discussion.
Only Zhao Menghua, whose silver suit was covered with wrinkles, was sitting on the seat holding wilted roses in confusion. What was going on? Didn't he decide to lead all the boys to express his love to Chen Wenwen at the beginning?
Why is it that now that the movie is over, he seems to have done nothing and is just waiting for the limelight to be exposed by Lu Mingfei, a bad boy he despises the most. Isn't this unlike his style?
No, Zhao Menghua twisted his neck. Why did he feel like he had been beaten hard during this two-hour movie viewing that was supposed to be comfortable? All the bones in his body were about to fall apart.
Lu Mingfei, who had been forcibly pulled up from the ground by the bad guy before, was still lying on his seat and fast asleep, with glistening saliva flowing out of the corner of his mouth. From time to time, he would smash his mouth, revealing a piggy smile.
He seems to have dreamed that Chen Wenwen would agree to his proposal in the future, and he would get down on one knee and put the ring on the girl's hand.
Immediately afterwards, he was woken up by deafening cheers and hands rushing from all directions. When Lu Mingfei opened his eyes, he felt that the world had changed. Everyone looked at him with a heroic look, and the girls had admiration in their eyes.
, even the boys have a "brother is fierce enough" expression.
After all, he said what almost all the male members of the literary club were hiding in their hearts but afraid to say.
If Zhao Menghua brings back a beauty, when these guys clapped their hands and congratulated each other, they would only say in their hearts, "It's just that the person is more handsome."
of sour words.
But Lu Mingfei's success this time is completely the script of diaosi's counterattack. He is the one who breaks the conventional laws of love and is the hero who created miracles.
"Promise him! Promise him!"
"Promise him..."
I don’t know which brother made the shout, but more and more members spontaneously stood up, clapped their hands, laughed and shouted loudly.
Some members even spontaneously made way for a passage between Lu Mingfei and Chen Wenwen, who was blushing.
The boy suddenly felt a sense of urgency to put the duck on the shelf. He almost turned around every step of the way, holding a paper bag filled with bluebells and dandelions and handed it to Chen Wenwen.
Chen Wenwen followed with a shy expression.
"oh……"
Seeing this scene, the club members burst into deafening cheers again, almost tearing off the roof of the screening room. Even the projectionist who was responsible for inserting the VCR for Lu Mingfei's confession couldn't help but grinned and gave a thumbs up.
, young people are noisy and energetic.
"Kiss me! Kiss me!"
It was probably that brother who was instigating the crowd. Zhao Menghua and his younger brothers patrolled back and forth angrily but could not find the hateful guy. Instead, they provoked more people to make noises.
Lu Mingfei scratched his head and made no move, waiting for Chen Wenwen's response with a wry smile.
"Lu Mingfei..."
The girl in the cotton white dress kept her head down after taking the paper bag, her expression unclear. It wasn't until the booing got louder that she looked up at the boy in front of her with determination and said.
"You are a good person. You have always had a good temper whether you are getting along with me or with everyone. No matter how much everyone makes fun of you, you never seem to get angry."
"You have always been diligent in your work in the literary club. Whenever I need you when I have difficulties, you will come forward and never complain. You are a very sincere and good person. I believe that I will be able to find more people in the future."
Suitable for your significant other.”
Chen Wenwen always spoke in a soft voice, but it was clearly transmitted to the ears of every audience who paid attention. The booing atmosphere gradually weakened as Chen Wenwen politely expressed her attitude. Everyone stopped shouting in unison.
"That's right." The passion in Lu Mingfei's eyes dimmed visibly, and he lowered his head calmly. The newly ignited blood was as cold as a layer of frost.
He felt like the defeated dog mentioned in Mr. Xing's Westward Journey, a complete loser.
"It's okay. At least I did what I wanted to do. Even if the result is unsatisfactory, I won't have any regrets, right?"
Lu Mingfei cheered up and forced a smile to the girl in front of him, but his eyes felt a little moist for no reason, as if he could cry in embarrassment at any time if his nose became sore.