The air in the classroom was very dull, and the sound of the classmates chatting mixed with the buzzing of electric fans, which made the temperature in the classroom continue to rise like a microwave.

In the morning, everyone quietly grasped every minute and every second to study. However, with the return of the students who took leave, those who had been sitting in the classroom for a month could no longer hold back their loneliness.

We will enter the examination room tomorrow, and the three-year relationship between classmates is about to end today. Everyone is filling in the class records while chatting enthusiastically.

Only a small number of people want to take advantage of this period of time to consolidate themselves. Yang Xingyue is one of them. After all, her goal is to focus on the key classes of Experimental Middle School. Even if she gets Ai Liang's affirmation, she will not take it lightly.

Unlike Yang Xingyue, who ignores the external environment and works hard to write questions, Yue Qihua is not so calm.

Since the morning, there have been constant love letters handed to her through other people in the class.

Some were for her, some were for Yang Xingyue, and even some were for Ai Liang.

After seeking Yang Xingyue's consent, Yue Qihua wrapped the love letters given to them by others in plastic bags and threw them into the trash can.

The love letter to Ai Liang was stuffed into his desk drawer.

I don’t know if it was affected by the classroom atmosphere, but Yue Qihua felt very upset inside, but at this time she couldn’t pull a few people to play games together as usual.

Although Yue Qihua really wanted to talk about what happened recently, she suppressed this idea.

She and Ai Liang don’t care about the exam, but Yang Xingyue and Ma Yu are not. They can’t pull others into the water just because they are bored. When the exam is over, they have time to chat, so they should bear it now.

Yue Qihua thought so and did the same.

Fortunately, Ailiang's arrival relieved this anxiety a lot, and she didn't know why. Perhaps she had a partner who didn't need to care about the exam.

"Ai Liang, look at your desk." Yue Qihua pointed to the desk.

Bang, the crisp sound of the pencil core breaking came from the front.

Xingyue, Xingyue, now is not the time to think about that kind of thing. If you relax at this time, you will regret it if you can’t get into the same high school!

Yang Xingyue tinkered with it for a few times and suppressed her desire to turn around, leaned down and threw herself into the sea of ​​questions.

Seeing the two of them performing, Ai Liang knew what was inside the table fight. In fact, when he entered the classroom, he noticed a few obscure gazes that were sneaking at him.

Ai Liang reached out and touched her and grabbed a love letter.

It is true that everyone talks about Ai Liang and Yang Xingyue as a couple, but it does not mean that they do not have their own little thoughts, otherwise so many love letters would not have appeared.

After all, everyone can use hoes.

"Didn't you throw it away for me?" Ai Liang said.

"Do you want me to be the target of public criticism?" Yue Qihua said angrily: "That is your thing and not mine, please deal with it yourself!"

If it was a challenge letter handed over by someone else and threw it away, it would be fine. She is not Ai Liang's girlfriend and is not qualified to deal with it privately.

Ai Liang knew that Yue Qihua had always paid great attention to the boundary between people. She just said something casually, and it would be strange if she really gave it up for her.

Ai Liang had no intention of taking it apart. He asked Ma Yu for a garbage bag and stuffed the love letters that were neatly combed from large to small, put them in and tied them tightly, then got up and walked towards the trash can in the back row.

Seeing Ai Liang taking the girl's heart to feed Gou Mayu, he couldn't sit still.

"Wait a minute! Xiao Ai, you won't plan to throw it away directly, right?" Ma Yu hurriedly grabbed him, "That's a love letter. Don't you open it and take a look?"

Ai Liang glanced at him and said, "You want to see it."

"Hehe, look, no matter how you say it is, it is the girl's wish. You have to respond well..." As soon as he was speaking, Ma Yu felt that he seemed to be locked by a resentful sight.

You don't have to think about where this vision comes from.

Ma Yu smiled embarrassedly, put out his gossip, raised his textbook and buried his face behind him.

Only then did Yang Xingyue turn her attention back to the tabletop, but she can't get into the state.

She stared at a big question and was stunned, her mind full of the faces of the girls who wrote love letters to Ai Liang in the morning.

Yang Xingyue shook her head vigorously, threw the faces out of her mind and focused on the test paper.

"Ailiang, someone is looking for it!"

Bang, the newly installed refill was broken again.

Yang Xingyue opened the cap of the automatic pencil, lay on the table in anger, and stuffed three or four pencil cores into it.

Ai Liang had just opened the novel and heard someone outside looking for him, he could only get up and leave from his seat helplessly.

The man at the door raised his voice deliberately, and he couldn't help pretending not to hear it. Last time when Gao Jiajia came over, he was the one who led the master to help him shout.

In line with the gossip of the classmates, Ai Liang came to the corridor again to stand and looked at the strange student of his class.

"Are you free after school in the afternoon? I want to say something to you."

The girl said with a blushing face.

Familiar position, familiar words, familiar plot.

Why, you want to be hung at the door of the class?

Ai Liang smiled in business and said, "Sorry, I may not have time in the afternoon. Let's talk about anything here."

The girl was stunned for a moment when she looked at Ai Liang's smiling face.

No, didn’t it mean that Ai Liang always had a expressionless face! Could it be that!

The girl had the idea of ​​one of the three major illusions in life, and her heartbeat increased again, and her wheat-colored cheeks instantly dyed a hint of crimson.

She looked back at the best friend who accompanied her in a little at a loss.

Ai Liang smiled! Come on!

You have a chance!

Get on!

The girl understood the eyes of her besties and plucked up the courage and said, "Well, have you read the letter I wrote to you?"

Without waiting for Ai Liang to answer, she continued to shout: "I like you!"

"Sorry." Ai Liang replied before she finished speaking.

“Eh?”

The girl was stunned for a moment. As soon as she was about to prepare for her mood and entered the process of waiting for a reply, she was wiped out by a basin of cold water by Ailiang.

"Is there anything wrong? If it's okay, I'll go back to read the book."

Ai Liang asked if there was anything else, but he had already walked to the door of the shift.

"Nothing...that's right..."

The girl replied mechanically.

Ai Liang nodded, went back to his seat and picked up the novel and started reading it.

The group of guys watching the fun in the class also focused on the people around them again and continued to chat enthusiastically. A few live treasures even opened the market to bet on how many people Ailiang could kill today.

Outside the classroom, the girl’s three best friends were comforting the victim with one word and one word:

"Oh, aren't you all ready for rejection?"

"It's okay, it's okay, just pretend that I won't leave any regrets for this relationship."

"Eight-legged toads are hard to find. There are many men with two legs. Don't be sad. That kind of genius is not suitable for you."

"Hey, he's the frog prince, what the hell is a toad?"

"Is the eight-legged one still a toad..."

Several people chattered and returned to their class, and as they talked, they put the person involved aside and didn't know where the topic was wrong.

"Woooo, it was you who encouraged me to confess..." The girl who was rejected by Ai Liang and did not cry in tears.

After saying that, she had red eyes and caught up with the plastic sisters in front of her.

Inside the classroom.

"Rejected?" Ma Yu poked his head and asked.

"Um."

Ai Liang nodded softly, wouldn’t he refuse to keep such things for the New Year?

Everyone's minds are not on the same level, and Ai Liang does not intend to be a young dad.

"Xiao Ai, you have to be mentally prepared. Many people have come to see you this morning."

When Ai Liang picked up the novel again, Ma Yu said gloatingly.

Ai Liang was thinking about what Ma Yu meant, and the voice of Master Gonghuo came again: "Ai Liang, someone is looking for him!"

Are you playing a hat trick? The first group of people left, and the next group of people came. Did you confess that you came in line?

Ai Liang was not happy and proud of the confessions of a bunch of girls. He just regretted why he came so early. If he had known this, he would rather read novels at home and wait for the class meeting.

This time Ai Liang did not smile, but walked to the door of the shift expressionlessly as usual.

Don't stay in the classroom anymore.
Chapter completed!