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Chapter 67 67. Can you pass me a love letter?
On Monday morning, Ling Xing ran into Ji Yan at the door of his house when he was going to school.

The eyes of the two met briefly, and then moved away quickly. Ling Xing just pretended that he didn't see anything, and didn't even say hello to Ji Yan, and walked past him without squinting.

Ji Yan lowered his eyes and said nothing, his pair of mild peach blossom eyes looked a little dim in the past, no longer the expression of the past.

Ling Xing walked a few steps in front of him, and he also took steps, keeping a close distance behind Ling Xing.

In fact, this situation, in Ji Yan's eyes, is no different from when he made Ling Xing angry when he was young.

It's just that Ling Xing now is different from when he was young. When Ling Xing was angry, he was angry. Even if he came to her with a face, she would not completely ignore him like today.

She would just snort coldly, say a few words to complain about him, and then forgive him with a bit of girlish and arrogance.

Ji Yan really can't figure it out, Ling Xing is still Ling Xing, she is still the same person, and obviously it hasn't been many years, why has she changed so much?

But he also knew that he made a fatal mistake in handling the matter between Ling Xing and Qiu Yilin this time.

Having been with Ling Xing's childhood sweetheart for more than ten years, Ji Yan felt that this matter was not enough to make Ling Xing fight with him for too long.

He didn't intend to show Ling Xing's cold face so early, but now there is Su Qingluo between him and Ling Xing.

On the occasion yesterday, he really shouldn't subconsciously choose to believe Qiu Yilin without knowing the reason of the matter.

But on the occasion yesterday, there were only the two of them in a long corridor. If it wasn't for Ling Xing, could it be that Qiu Yilin deliberately fell and blamed her?
Ji Yan felt that Qiu Yilin would not do this, there was no reason.

I came here early this morning to wait for Ling Xing, because he also has his own thoughts, and he has lived for seventeen years like the stars holding the moon. Ji Yan naturally feels that Ling Xing is always different to him...

When the two walked to the school gate one after the other, Ling Xing unconsciously quickened her pace, she didn't want to enter the classroom with Ji Yan at the same time.

Ling Xing almost ran all the way into the classroom, and she was panting heavily when she sat on the seat.

I haven't been exercising recently, and I can obviously feel that my physical strength is not as good as before.

Seeing Ling Xing like this, Zeng Zhile gave a hand to spray disinfectant on the desk, and joked habitually: "It's still early, you run so fast? Have you been kicked out by a dog?"

Ji Yan stepped into the door of the classroom at this moment, his eyes swept over Ling Xing, and he went straight to his seat and sat down.

Seeing this, Qiu Yilin at the front table hurriedly turned her head to talk to Ji Yan, but she didn't know what the two of them said, and they all laughed after a while.

Ling Xing nodded to Zeng Zhile: "What I told you...is similar."

Zeng Zhile: "?"

Another ten minutes later, the classroom was full of people, and the seat behind Ling Xing was still empty.

Well, this guy Su Qingluo was just praised by sister Yu last week for his improved enthusiasm recently, and then he started to go the old way of being late again.

Sister Yu came to the office early in the morning and called the seven students in the classroom who participated in the debate competition to the office.

She euphemistically expressed the importance the school attaches to this debate competition.

That's right, after all, F Gao has been suppressed by City No. [-] Middle School for so many years, what kind of real ability is it to win just once last year?

If you are really capable, you have to win the city's No. [-] Middle School every year in various competitions.

But how can the teachers and students in No. [-] Middle School be vegetarian?I heard that for this debate competition, the No. [-] Middle School of the city has been involved to a very serious level, and they have put out the slogan that they must win the F high school, especially the class teachers of the second year of high school, let the students shout a sentence every day before class. 'City One City One Slogan Forever First'.

Since ancient times, the true feelings can't be kept, only routines win the hearts of the people. Not to mention, their actions have been approved by the school leaders.

F Gao didn't have a lot of pressure at first, but he has already achieved great success. Who doesn't want to go further?
Therefore, this burden fell on the students who participated in the competition. They were suffering in their hearts and could not tell others.

The topic of this debate was decided early, giving them enough time to fully prepare.

Now there are several places in each class, and the debate competition will definitely not need so many people.

In other words, they will have to go through another round of fighting, and only those who are left can participate in the competition.

After listening to sister Yu's brainwashing, everyone returned to the classroom with heavy steps.

Qiu Yilin even started the system bitterly for help, but the system didn't answer.

When Ling Xing returned to the classroom, there were still 3 minutes before the preparatory class, and Su Qingluo at the back table still didn't come.

Su Qingluo came here by stepping on the spot. When he came, he saw a boy at the back door of the classroom. The boy sneaked into Class Two and Three through the window at the back of the classroom.

The boy's expression looked a little distressed, a little shy, and a little overwhelmed, and he didn't know who he was looking for.

Su Qingluo didn't have any meddling cells at all. He raised his leg and was about to walk into the classroom from the boy when the boy's voice called him -

"Hey, brother?"

Su Qingluo paused, and glanced at him lazily.

The boy first smiled flatteringly, then scratched his head, as if a little embarrassed: "Brother, can you pass me a love letter?"

As he spoke, he carefully took out a piece of pink paper from his pocket.

What age is it?To confess love these days, you have to say it face to face, or use the phone or WeChat to express your love. You can also communicate with QQ if you don’t have to hurry. Writing love letters was not popular 800 years ago, okay?
However, it is also a beautiful and romantic thing to think about writing a love letter with someone you like.

Su Qingluo has a relatively high tolerance for these things now, if he wants to put it aside, he might call this boy a lot of idiots.

He glanced at the love letter, but didn't reach out to take it, and asked, "To whom?"

Love letters should not be passed on indiscriminately, even if he helps to bring them over, he still has to ask if he is willing to accept the letter,

"I don't know if you recognize her or not, but I've confirmed it several times, and that's her position." The boy walked to Su Qingluo's side, pointed at Ling Xing's seat, and quickly as if getting an electric shock Take your hand back.

Su Qingluo looked along the position he pointed at, and with just one glance, her face completely darkened.

However, this boy has no eyesight. He didn't notice the abnormality at all, and said excitedly: "There, brother, you just need to help me put this letter in the hole in her desk."

Su Qingluo raised her eyelids: "Get lost!"

Boy: "..."

Change your face in a second, are you performing Peking Opera?

Don't be too ridiculous!

"Don't study hard, thinking about these things that you have all day long." Su Qingluo slapped the love letter in the boy's hand, and crumpled the love letter into a ball. He glanced at the boy coldly: "Next time you If I write these things to her again, I will let it appear on the grade director's desk."

The boy was completely dumbfounded: "..."

It was fine just now, what happened in the blink of an eye?

　Today is the holiday, there is no time to code words, another day...forget it, that's it

　　
　
(End of this chapter)