âThen why is she crying so hard?â
Gong Fan shook his head with an indifferent expression. Little Yichen felt helpless, even though he sympathized with Qingâer. Still, he didnât know where to begin to comfort a crying girl.
For the entire day, Qingâer was in a daze and looked listless. Gong Fan went about his own business. However, in the afternoon, something happened.
âLook! A love letter written by Qingâer! Let me see who itâs for!â During the lunch break, a mischievous boy had gotten hold of a notebook from Qingâerâs desk and discovered a few pages of a love letter that she had written in it. Hence, he took the opportunity to publicize it when Qingâer was not in the classroom.
The boy took a look at it and showed it to the crowd. âWow, so itâs addressed to Youyou! Let me recite it with feelings to you!â
Hence, the boy read out the content of the love letter to everyone.
âYou know, Youyou, Iâve liked you since the first moment I saw youâ¦â
âAlthough you donât talk much and ignore me all the time, it doesnât affect my liking for you. In the beginning, the attention I paid to you came from curiosity. I never understood how you could be so inattentive in class, yet no questions ever stump you. You are just like Supermanâ¦â
The boy read it with great emotion. The others gathered around to watch. From time to time, they would scramble to try and see what was written on the love letter itself.
At this point, Qingâer walked into the classroom with a stack of homework. She had just returned from the teacherâs office. Because she was the class representative, she had to go to the teacherâs office every afternoon to collect the marked homework.
She was not in a good mood. As soon as she entered the classroom, she saw many people gathered around the podium and did not pay much attention to them. It wasnât until she heard some familiar words while distributing the workbooks, that she turned towards the podium in surprise.
She saw everyone grinning and looking at her. There was a teasing look on some of the faces, a few snickers as they sized her up. There were looks of contempt. Their piercing eyes seemed to be mocking her wishful thinking.
The boy who was reciting the letter laughed and said, âQingâer, as expected of the Chinese class representative. You write love letters really well!â Then he smugly waved the love letter in the air and stuck out his tongue in a mischievous manner.
Qingâer shivered and her face flushed red with embarrassment! âYou⦠you stole my notebook!â
âA notebook? Are these notes?â The boy was not on very good terms with Qingâer. In the past, during self-revision classes, Qingâer who also held the post of disciplinary committee member, was a serious girl and was very strict about the rules.
However, there were always some naughty children in the class who would not follow the rules of self-revision. This boy was one of them.
More than once, she had taken down his name, so the boy had made sarcastic remarks about her being a tattletale and going against her at every turn. Taking advantage of Qingâerâs absence, the boy rummaged through her desk. Unexpectedly, he had found the love letter she had secretly written to Youyou and publicized it.
Feeling humiliated, Qinger flew into a rage and cried, âLi Sicheng! What are you doing!?â
âI didnât expect that. I didnât expect that as a class cadre and a language class representative, instead of studying hard, you get involved in relationships like adults, and you actually wanted to confess our feelings to Youyou. Look at yourself. Youyou is so outstanding. Why would he fancy you?â
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