The air in the classroom is dull, and the sound of classmates chatting is mixed with the buzzing of the electric fan, causing the temperature in the classroom to continue to rise like a microwave.
In the morning, everyone quietly studied every minute and every second. However, with the return of students who had taken leave, those who had been sitting in the classroom for a month could no longer bear the loneliness.
We will enter the examination room tomorrow, and our three-year classmate relationship will end today. Everyone is filling out the classmate list and chatting in full swing.
Only a few people still want to take advantage of this period of time to consolidate themselves, and Yang Xingyue is one of them. After all, her goal is to be in the key class of the experimental middle school, and she will not take it lightly even if she gets Ai Liang's approval.
Unlike Yang Xingyue who ignored the external environment and worked hard to solve the questions, Yue Qihua was not so calm.
Since the morning, a steady stream of love letters had been handed to her through other people in the class.
Some are for her, some are for Yang Xingyue, and some are even for Ai Liang.
After seeking Yang Xingyue's consent, Yue Qihua wrapped the love letters sent to the sisters in plastic bags and threw them into the trash can.
The love letter to Ai Liang was stuffed into his desk drawer.
I don't know if it was affected by the atmosphere in the classroom, but Yue Qihua just felt very irritable inside, but at this time, she couldn't play games with a few people as usual.
Although Yue Qihua wanted to talk about recent events together, she suppressed this thought.
She and Ai Liang could not care about the exam, but Yang Xingyue and Ma Yu couldn't. They couldn't drag others down just because they were bored for a while. When the exam was over, they would have plenty of time to chat, so they had better endure it now.
This is what Yue Qihua thought and did.
Fortunately, Ai Liang's arrival relieved her anxiety a lot. She didn't know exactly why. Maybe it was because she had an additional partner who didn't need to worry about exams either.
"Ai Liang, look at your desk." Yue Qihua pointed at the desk.
Bang, there was a crisp sound of the pencil lead breaking from the front.
Xingyue, Xingyue, now is not the time to think about that kind of thing. If you relax now, you will regret it if you are not promoted to the same class in high school!
Yang Xingyue fiddled with it twice and then resisted the desire to turn back, leaning down again and diving into the sea of questions.
Ai Liang knew what was inside the table after watching the two people's performance. In fact, when he entered the classroom, he noticed some hidden eyes peeking at him.
Ai Liang reached out and took out a handful of love letters.
It is true that everyone said Ai Liang and Yang Xingyue were a couple, but it does not mean that they do not have their own little thoughts, otherwise there would not be so many love letters.
After all, everyone can use a hoe.
"Didn't you just throw it away for me?" Ai Liang said.
"Do you want me to be the target of public criticism?" Yue Qihua said angrily: "That's your thing, not mine, deal with it yourself!"
It would be no problem if she just threw away the date challenge letter handed over by others. But she was not Ai Liang's girlfriend, so she was not qualified to handle key love letters privately.
Ai Liang knew that Yue Qihua had always paid attention to the boundaries between people, and what she just said was just casual. It would be weird if she really threw it away for him.
Ai Liang had no intention of opening it and looking at it. He asked Ma Yu for a garbage bag and stuffed the love letters neatly sorted from big to small into it and tied it tightly. Then he got up and walked to the trash can in the back row.
Seeing that Ai Liang was about to feed the girl's sincerity to the dog, Ma Yu couldn't sit still.
"Wait a minute! Xiao Ai, you're not going to just throw it away, are you?" Ma Yu hurriedly grabbed him, "That's a love letter, don't you even open it and take a look?"
Ai Liang glanced at him and said, "It's you who wants to see it."
"Hey, let's take a look. After all, it's the girl's heart. You have to respond well." Halfway through his words, Ma Yu felt as if he was being locked by a gaze full of resentment.
It doesn't take much to figure out where the source of this sight comes from.
Ma Yu smiled coquettishly, stopped thinking about gossip, put up his textbook and buried his face behind it.
Only then did Yang Xingyue return her gaze to the paper on the table, but she couldn't get into the mood.
She stared blankly at a big question, her mind filled with the faces of the group of girls who wrote love letters to Ai Liang that morning.
Yang Xingyue shook her head vigorously, shook those faces out of her mind and focused on the test paper.
"Ai Liang, someone is looking for you!"
Bang, the newly installed refill broke again.
Yang Xingyue opened the cap of the mechanical pencil, leaned on the table angrily, and stuffed three or four pencil leads into it.
Ai Liang had just opened the novel and heard someone looking for him outside, so he had no choice but to get up and leave his seat.
He couldn't even pretend not to hear the voice of the person at the door who raised his voice specially. The last time Gao Jiajia came over, it was the fire-gong master who helped shout the words.
Despite the gossipy looks of his classmates, Ai Liang came to the corridor and stood still, sizing up this unfamiliar classmate.
"Are you free after school in the afternoon? I have something to say to you."
The girl said with a blushing face.
Familiar location, familiar words, familiar plot.
What, you also want to be hung at the door of the class?
Ai Liang showed a business-like smile and said, "I'm sorry, I may not be free in the afternoon. If you have anything to do, just tell me here."
The girl looked at Ai Liang's smiling face and was stunned for a moment.
No, isn’t it said that Ai Liang always has an expressionless face? Could it be that!
The girl had the idea of one of the three major illusions in life, her heartbeat increased again, and her wheat-colored cheeks were instantly stained with a hint of crimson.
She was a little overwhelmed and looked back at the few girlfriends who had accompanied her.
Ai Liang smiled! Come on!
What a show you are!
Come on!
The girl understood the looks in her best friends' eyes and plucked up the courage to say, "Um, did you read the letter I wrote to you?"
Before Ai Liang could answer, she shouted: "I like you!"
"Sorry." Ai Liang replied before she finished speaking.
"Eh?"
The girl was stunned for a moment. She was just about to prepare her mood and enter the process of waiting for a reply when Ai Liang poured out a basin of cold water to extinguish all her expectations.
"Is there anything else? If nothing happens, I'm going back to read."
Ai Liang asked if there was anything else, but he had already reached the door of the class.
"It's okay"
The girl answered mechanically.
Ai Liang nodded, went back to his seat, picked up the novel and started reading.
The group of spectators in the class also focused on the people around them and continued their lively chat. A few live treasures even started betting on how many people Ai Liang could kill today.
Outside the classroom, the girl's three best friends were comforting the victim with words:
"Hey, aren't you prepared to be rejected?"
"It's okay, it's okay. Just treat it as if you don't have any regrets about this relationship."
"Eight-legged toads are hard to find, but two-legged men are plentiful. Don't be sad, that kind of genius is not suitable for you."
"Hey, I'm the frog prince, what the hell is a toad?"
"Is the one with eight legs still a toad?"
A few people chattered back to their classes, and as they talked, they put the person involved aside and the topic went astray.
"Wow, it's obviously you who encouraged me to confess." The girl who didn't even cry when Ai Liang rejected her cried out in a tearful tone.
After saying that, her eyes turned red and she caught up with the plastic sisters in front of her.
Inside the classroom.
"Rejected?" Ma Yu stuck his head out and asked.
"Um."
Ai Liang hummed softly, wouldn't you refuse to keep this kind of thing for the New Year?
Everyone's minds are not on the same level, and Ai Liang doesn't intend to be a young daddy.
"Xiao Ai, you have to be mentally prepared. Many people have already come to see you this morning."
When Ai Liang picked up the novel again, Ma Yu said happily.
Ai Liang was thinking about what Ma Yu meant when he heard the Gonghuo leader's voice again: "Ai Liang, someone is looking for you!"
Are you playing a hat trick? The first group of people just left, and the second group of people came. Do you confess that you came in line?
Ai Liang didn't feel happy or proud because of the confessions from a bunch of girls. He just regretted why he came so early. If he had known this, he might as well have read novels at home and waited for the class meeting to start.
This time Ai Liang did not smile, but walked to the class door expressionlessly as usual.
It's better not to stay in the classroom.
Looking at the shy girl in front of him, Ai Liang thought to himself.