"You're shy, tell me! You must have fallen in love with that person! It's just the first time we met." Xiaofeng still didn't give up and continued to ask.
"I'm going to read a book, but I can't hear anything while I'm reading." Yinghan hurriedly brought the book he just had to block Xiaofeng and pretended to read.
Xiaofeng knew that Yinghan had a habit, that is, when she was reading, she would not hear anyone calling her or saying anything next to her, so there was nothing she could do now.
"Okay! Since you don't want to say it, say hello next time. I'm going to sleep. By the way, remember to wake me up during class."
"OK."
Xiaofeng has always loved sleeping. Now he was lying on the desk and fell asleep after a while.
Yinghan answered her without paying attention to what she just said. Moreover, Yinghan was not reading seriously, and his face was always red.
During this week, almost every day I would see the flowers and cards sent by Ji Yang, as well as him appearing in front of Yinghan.
If things continue like this, Yinghan doesn't know what else will happen.
"Classmate Cheng Yinghan..." When school was over, a handsome boy stood at the door of the classroom and kept calling Yinghan's name. It wasn't until Yinghan stood up and walked in front of him that he stopped calling: "Classmate Cheng,
Can you...can you accept this gift?"
The boy had a sincere expression, holding a beautifully packaged box in his hand, and looked at Yinghan expectantly.
"Wow"
Someone in the class shouted, followed by a bunch of cheers.
"Yinghan, please accept it! The senior is a very good person."
"Thank you!" The boy who was called a senior and wanted to give Yinghan a gift hurriedly said thank you to the person who praised him, smiling peacefully.
"That's right! Monitor, just accept the gift from the senior! The senior is so sincere." Another classmate touched Ying Han's arm and laughed.
Seeing that everyone around Yinghan said that he was very good, the boy's smile widened and his nervousness became much lighter: "Thank you..."
"I'm sorry, I don't need a gift. Xiaofeng, let's go."
Yinghan took Xiaofeng's hand, walked around the shocked senior, and hurriedly ran out of the classroom and outside the school.
As he trotted along at a fast pace, the familiar voice came from behind.