I really don't want to be her world

Chapter 213 211. Essay

"Where did the person go?"

Hearing the phone ringing, Yuan Shu picked it up, looked at it, and replied: "It's here."

"I'm going to bed first. I'm a little sleepy today."

Tang Yi dreamed that Yuanshu replied to him, so he said.

"OK, good night."

Yuan Shu didn't talk to Tang Yimeng anymore and said decisively.

Gada.

Putting the phone on the floor, the young man raised his head and looked at the ceiling. After a while, he didn't know what he was thinking, so he covered himself with a small blanket and turned off the light.

On Tang Yimeng's side, she told Yuan Shu that she was going to sleep, but she didn't actually go to sleep. She put the phone aside, and she also gently stroked the fluffy lying next to her.

The looming look on Qiao's face made the girl look a little preoccupied, but after realizing what Yuan Shu said was what if and what if, she also put all the guessing thoughts in her heart behind her, and immediately chased after him happily. drama.

The next day, Yuan Shu, who had put on his clothes, looked out the window. The words Tang Yimeng said to him last night were still vivid in his mind. Now that he thought about it, it really felt a bit unreal.

Although it was just a hypothesis, the young man always felt as if he had really been rejected.

Alas, he was indeed too confident. He thought that Tang Yimeng would have some feelings for him. If this was the case, then if he faked it, it would be a done deal.

Unexpectedly, she actually gave an answer that she couldn't even think of.

"What a woman's heart...a needle in the sea..."

At this time, Yuan Shu had to sigh in his heart.

Although Tang Yimeng's answer somewhat frustrated him, for Yuan Shu, he could quickly regain his confidence. After all, he was making assumptions with her yesterday. Of course, there were countless ifs and what-ifs. , he still had to find a chance to truly confess to her.

No matter how much you like a girl, no matter how deep you like it, you have to let the other party feel it. Even if the other party feels it, you have to express it openly and let her know, otherwise you don't care about this paragraph. No matter how suitable the relationship is, sooner or later it will be destroyed by the secret love, and finally disappear without a trace.

So this time, Yuan Shu also planned to make sufficient preparations for his confession. Based on his guess, it seemed that Tang Yimeng could not be moved too much by just saying it.

Although girls say they don't want it, their actions are very real. The young man thought that girls were really not interested in such disgusting and tacky things as essays. Now he knew that he was wrong and he had to do something. What can move Tang Yimeng is the so-called practical action. Only in this way can Tang Yimeng accept his confession.

So what Yuan Shu has to do is to write a love letter, that is, a short composition, to Tang Yimeng.

To be honest, the two of them often eat and drink here and there, but they don't interact in words. Even if they do, it's all about teasing and making fun of each other. Taking advantage of the trend of short essays, Yuan You have to ride on it and soar up in time.

He did what he said. After arriving at school, Yuan Shu still sat in the back row and observed the situation around him. Seeing that few people would notice what he was writing on his mobile phone, he quickly typed in the memo secretly. Started writing.

For Yuan Shu, who has several years of experience as an Internet writer, typing on a mobile phone will not affect his typing speed at all. Compared with six fingers tapping on a computer keyboard, two thumbs tapping on a mobile phone keyboard will make the young man's typing speed faster. quick.

In less than half an hour, Yuan Shu had finished deleting, editing, and rewriting a thousand words. Because it was a short composition, the young man did not let himself go too much. Otherwise, he would probably have written this short composition to three thousand words. Can't stop.

It took a whole day to revise the 1000-word essay to the point where he couldn't pick out his dissatisfaction. Only then did Yuan Shu wipe the sweat from his forehead and smiled with satisfaction.

"By the way, I should add some more at the beginning..."

As he spoke, the young man filled the four-line screen with red, blue, yellow and green love hearts, and then made a huge dash, followed by a small tower for the most invincible, cute, funny, arrogant and arrogant in the universe. A letter from the Tower.

Looking at the long and smelly title he wrote, Yuan Shu himself felt that it was quite disgusting, embarrassing and annoying.

But anyway, only he and Tang Yimeng will read this letter, and no third person will see it, so no matter how childish and greasy the title and content are, it belongs to Yuan Shu and Tang Yimeng only.

After all, love letters need to be written in a cheesy way. If they are not cheesy enough to make people goosebumps, they will only make people feel that they are emotional when they are read. So how can it be called a love letter? It should be called a letter of self-reflection. That's right.

Moreover, only Yuan Shu and Tang Yimeng could understand the wording and tone of this love letter. Others might have asked what it meant. Yuan Shu believed that when the latter saw this, he would It is equivalent to feeling that two people are chatting face to face.

Exiting the memo, Yuan Shu looked at the newly updated editing time, then clicked in again to confirm. Seeing that there was nothing wrong with the content, he exited again. He planned to send this short composition to Tang Yimeng in two days. After all, the two of them had a very serious conversation about this topic last night. If he sends it today, he will definitely be thrown into the cold palace by the girl.

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After waiting for two days, Yuan Shu decided to send this short essay to Tang Yimeng tonight. In the past two days, he deleted, deleted, revised and added hundreds of words. This final version of the essay will definitely give Tang Yimeng a Huge surprise!

As for why the young man didn't send the message to the girl during the day but chose to send it at night, that's because the best time to confess is in the dead of night. It's noisy during the day and the mind will be restless. How can anyone seriously read such a long thing?

Lying on the mattress, Yuan Shu copied and pasted the short composition into the dialog box and sent it to Tang Yimeng. He looked at the screen and slid it up a short distance. The young man smiled expectantly. I wonder what Tang Yimeng’s reaction would be after seeing this.

However, 10 minutes passed, and Yuan Shu did not receive a reply from Tang Yimeng. Looking at the time, the young man felt a little strange. It was not time to go to bed now. Why hadn't he replied yet? Could it be that he was going to wash his hair again? Did you wash your face or something?
After another 10 minutes, Yuan Shu saw that there was still no red number displayed on the top of the head of the green app. Feeling a little uneasy, he clicked on WeChat, but Tang Yimeng's message box still only displayed a small composition written by himself A line of words, indicating that Tang Yimeng still hasn't sent any news to himself.

"what's the situation···"

Yuan Shu frowned slightly and saw that 21 minutes had passed since the message he sent. The young man couldn't help but log out of the background and log in again. He thought it might be a network problem or app fluctuations that caused him to not receive the message in time. Display, sometimes QQ is like this, the prompt sounds but there is no message in the dialog box, or the sound is not heard but the message is displayed.

However, after re-entering the app, Tang Yimeng's dialog box still did not display any message. Seeing this scene, Yuan Shu was really a little panicked at this moment, even if Tang Yimeng said something about rejecting him, or It’s okay to say some serious words to yourself that won’t work. If you don’t reply to yourself, it will really make you feel uneasy.

In fact, Tang Yimeng just finished washing up. She went to help her mother correct homework just now, so it took a little longer to wash up. Sitting comfortably on the sofa, she picked up her phone and looked. The message was displayed, and I clicked in immediately.

Tang Yimeng took the lead in clicking on Yuanshu's WeChat without first checking the WeChat messages sent to him by others, because he seemed to have sent a long message to himself.

Seeing Yuan Shu's news, Tang Yimeng's original relaxed expression with a faint smile gradually turned into a hint of shock. Then, her small mouth opened slightly, and the smile on her pretty face quickly disappeared. Without a trace.

(End of this chapter)