Mingyu frowned, does choosing a seat depend on grades?
"Then are his grades good?"
If you sleep on your stomach during class, your grades must be bad, right?
At first glance, he looks like a straw bag.
Chen Yuting: At first glance, he looks like a straw bag.
"Second in grade." Manshu said this slowly.
Mingyu: "..." He didn't say anything.
This achievement may not be achieved even after ten years of hard work.
"Forget it, just sit in the middle, but... don't call me Xiao Ming anymore."
Manshu was stunned and couldn't help looking at Mingyu: "What's that called?"
"Call me brother. I'm half a year older than you after all." Mingyu curled his lips proudly.
Mingyu only found out about this after hearing about Manshu and Yan Siyu's birthdays.
I have a younger sister, which seems to be pretty good.
Manshu glanced at him: "Okay, Brother Xiao Ming."
Mingyu stared and flicked Manshu's forehead: "Naughty."
Manshu smiled at him, her smile as bright as the warm sun in winter.
Mingyu sat in Li Jiayin's seat. He was taller and stood out from the crowd sitting in the middle.
Fortunately, he didn't sit up straight and couldn't block the students behind him from looking at the blackboard.
The matter of Yan Siyu's photo has been spread out, and Li Jiayin's words have been discussed by everyone these days.
It's all about Yan Siyu and so on.
However, what makes Manshu feel amazing is that even at this time, there are still people who defend her.
It can be said that he is a loyal fan of Yan Siyu.
Fortunately, the classmates in the class rarely mentioned Yan Siyu, as if she did not exist.
Everyone is more attracted to the handsome guys who transfer to another school.
Manshu knew Mingyu, which everyone could see from the beginning.
Now after school, Mingyu is one more person who follows Manshu home for lunch.
And Manshu received a love letter for the first time since she transferred to another school.
It's not written to her yet.
In the physical education class, a female classmate in the physical education class next door coquettishly handed Manshu a pink letter.
Manshu was completely stunned.
"Classmate Manshu, please give this letter to classmate Mingyu, can you?"
"He is playing basketball over there, why don't you go by yourself?" Manshu was very puzzled.
Why did the girl ask her to be transferred?
She thought it was a love letter written to herself.
She asked, how could a girl write a love letter to her?
"I heard that you are his sister." Seeing that Manshu didn't answer, the girl's face turned red, but she still explained in a low voice.
"He doesn't seem to accept love letters from girls, but the one you gave is definitely different."
Manshu raised his eyebrows: "You said I am his sister, so I am definitely more willing to help him. Since he doesn't like love letters, you might as well be more direct."
More directly?
Until Manshu walked away, the girls didn't realize what Manshu meant.
How to call her directly?
The girl looked at her friend: "What does Yan Manshu mean by that?"
"Maybe she wants you to stop sending love letters and express your feelings directly, or maybe she doesn't want to help."
"She doesn't look bad either. It should be the former, right?" The girl was not sure.
Manshu just said it casually and found an excuse to shirk it.
After all, confession is interesting only if you do it yourself. Letting others do it for you can easily lead to mistakes.
But what she didn't expect was that her words would be spread out, and their taste would change as they spread.
I don’t know who said that Mingyu doesn’t like reading love letters because he is too lazy and prefers a more direct approach.
Therefore, whether Mingyu was playing ball on the playground or eating in the cafeteria, someone would stop him from confessing his love.
Someone else shouted directly after he scored: "Mingyu, I like you!"