Male God’s Freestyle Flirting

"Ah?" Tang Xia was more surprised than Zhao Yang, pointing at herself in a daze, "Me?"

Zhao Yang handed it over and signaled with his eyes that there was a name on the envelope.

Tang Xia lowered her head, and she saw the two big characters flying up and down lying on the envelope made of light yellow kraft paper. One horizontal and one vertical are unrestrained and unrestrained, one stroke and one stroke can be retracted freely, which is completely open and closed.

She stared at it for a few seconds, then seemed to realize something, slowly turned her head, and cast her eyes on the delicate profile of the young man beside her.

Han Yu must have sensed it, deliberately avoiding Tang Xia's eyes, leaned over to Qi Hui's shoulder and muttered something.

"This word..."

The girl pursed her lips and couldn't help but want to laugh.

How stupid does he have to think she is to not recognize his handwriting?

"Hey."

Tang Xia held back, and bumped Han Yu with his elbow.

The latter is still leaning back together, and his arms are still desperately retracting.

"Hey!"

Tang Xia smiled so brightly that she stretched out her hand to pull Han Yu's cuff.

The boy finally turned his head.

She raised the extra letter in her hand and pretended to be puzzled, "What is this?"

Han Yu looked normal, and replied calmly: "I don't know."

It was expected that he would pretend to be stupid all the way to the end.

Tang Xia glared at Han Yu reproachfully, and instead of being persistent, she stuffed the envelope with the blank letter paper she brought behind her back, and said in a low voice—

"Then... I want to see it?"

"for you."

Han Yu suddenly gave her a pack of tissues.

"Huh?" Tang Xia was surprised.

"I'm worried that you will cry if you are moved." The boy blinked his beautiful eyes, his eyelashes fluttering like stars.

"What did you write?" Tang Xia was curious by what he said.

Han Yu didn't answer, but shook his head.

The dean organized the coming-of-age ceremony process in the front, the voice spread through the microphone, and passed into the ears, buzzing—

"There have been coming-of-age ceremonies since ancient times. When you reach the age of 18, it symbolizes that you have entered the adult stage... When a few parents spoke just now, they said that they were very excited and very proud! Teachers, too, are proud...Although many The parents of the classmates did not come to the scene, but they must have something to tell you..."

Gentle music continued to be played on the big screen on the rostrum, as if the prelude to the ceremony had begun.

The sound of paper being unfolded sounded from every corner of the auditorium.

The same is true for Tang Xia.

She tore open the seal on the envelope, being careful not to damage Han Yu's bolder handwriting than a calligrapher.

Before she took out the letter paper, the girl saw five neat words in the upper left corner - "Dear Tang Xia".

As if being stabbed in the softest part of her heart suddenly, Tang Xia was slightly startled, and in the next second, a blush covered her cheeks.

This should be Han Yu's neatest writing.

Although still not worthy of his outstanding looks.

Tang Xia put the empty envelope on her lap, then slowly pulled out the letter paper, not daring to crease it.

The students around were all seriously reading the letter written by her parents. She squinted and looked at it secretly, and found that everyone had different expressions.

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Many people's faces were moved, obviously touched by their parents' words, and their eyes were flushed. No matter men or women, at this moment, it seems that they are still the child who will lean in the arms of the elders and act like a baby, instead of the fresh graduates who are urged by pressure to grow up and mature.

In the parents' letter, there are emotions, regrets, and expectations.

more love.

The entire lecture theater was as quiet as a lake without waves.

Han Yu glanced at Tang Xia calmly.

Everyone lowered their heads, holding a thin piece of paper in their hands, and their expressions were either covered by the slightly hanging hair, or blocked by thick lenses.

The boy seemed out of place at the moment.

The earnest look of the girl next to him was engraved in Han Yu's mind, which made him have to guess, which sentence should she read at this moment?

Is it "Nice to meet you, in the years when I need company most", or "I also need company in the years to come, and the person who will accompany you must be you"?

Han Yu wasn't sure, but he heard Tang Xia's slight movements.

He looked furtively.

The girl sniffed, and there was a sparkle at the end of her eyes.

The letter was long, and the black ink ink took up the entire page. The length of that long paragraph, which was not too much flowery rhetoric, suddenly gave birth to a bit of shock.

Han Yu said—

"Tang Xia, you are really a very good girl."

"A very good girl deserves to be treated by a very good boy."

"Do you think I'm qualified? Yes, right?"

Han Yu also said—

"18 represents adulthood, and adulthood represents responsibility."

"What is the responsibility? In my opinion, you can believe anything you say unconditionally."

"Do you trust me? You do, right?"

Tang Xia clutched the tissue that Han Yu had given in advance, wanting to cry and laugh at the same time.

At the end of the letter, the boy said something like this—

"A few days ago you asked me, did you say you liked me earlier than I said you liked you? Now answer you, no, really not."

"You fell asleep that day and missed a lot. But it's okay, I repeat, it's not too late."

Tang Xia's hands trembled, her breathing suddenly suffocated.

She looked down along the densely packed writing—

"Tang Xia, I like you, are you afraid?"

Black and white, only one line, but it seems that through every stroke, you can see the expression of the young man's eyebrows and eyes.

His emotions, his every move.

Tang Xia was in a daze, before she could react, a hand suddenly reached behind her. Startled, she subconsciously turned her head and met Han Yu's eyes.

The boy raised his index finger, "Hush!"

Immediately, he took away Tang Xia's letter without any content, and explained in a low voice but quickly: "Ms. Luo is here, lend me, I'll pretend."

As soon as the words were finished, Han Yu "hissed" and tore open the envelope.

Tang Xia's pupils shrank suddenly!

"what?"

At the same time, the boy noticed something was wrong.

Originally, he was a little sorry that he shouldn't have read Tang Xia's letter privately, but in the end...

Letter is blank?

Han Yu frowned, with a question mark in his heart.

Teacher Luo stopped in the aisle next to him, and then went around to the front again. Taking advantage of this time, Han Yu quickly turned his head and asked, "Did your father write you a letter?"

Tang Xia bit her lower lip with her teeth, and responded very lowly.

Han Yu thought for a while, then suddenly smiled and said: "It's okay, I wrote it for you, I am your parent today."

His joke was very cold, but unexpectedly, he made the girl laugh.

"Parents?"

Han Yu nodded solemnly, but muttered to himself: The family is right.

"Then... this parent, your mother didn't write to you, did she?"

"Huh?" Han Yu raised his eyebrows.

Tang Xia suddenly laughed heartily, "It's okay, now, I'll write to you, and I'll be your parent today too."

The girl imitated the boy's tone, and finally took the letter paper in the latter's hand, and then took out the ballpoint pen she had prepared.

Han Yu was slightly taken aback.

She still looks so pretty when she smiles.