Love Letters

Shen Weiwei pulled her to a deserted corner and lowered her voice: "I heard that you got Xu Mobai's notes?"

"Who did you listen to?"

He Miao was a little alert. How could the news leak so quickly?

"You just talked to Teacher Hu."

Shen Weiwei was looking at He Miao's reaction to confirm the truth of the matter.

She had asked Xu Mobai about the notes many times, both openly and covertly, but each time ended in vain.

Now suddenly tell her that the notes were given to He Miao?

For a moment, she found it hard to accept.

Her tone also became stiff. She stretched out her hand towards He Miao and said, "Let me see."

It doesn't sound like a request or a negotiation, but more like an order.

Shen Weiwei is a well-known white, rich and beautiful woman, and people around her usually treat her like a princess.

Try to make her happy when chatting.

She can basically get whatever she wants, except Xu Mobai's notes...

"He said it couldn't be shown to anyone else."

He Miao refused indifferently.

She didn't hang out in the small circle of Shen Weiwei and Liu Jinyu, so naturally she wasn't afraid of offending her.

Upon hearing this, Shen Weiwei's face turned pale.

As proud as she is, being rejected by Xu Mobai is fine, but He Miao is nothing.

She suppressed her embarrassment, bit her lip, and asked again, "Let me see."

"He said he wouldn't show it to anyone."

He Miao still insisted.

"You're not lying."

Seeing that He Miao couldn't take it out, Shen Weiwei felt a little better.

"It's not shameful if I can't take it out. After all, classmate Xu Mobai said he wouldn't give it to anyone."

As if she remembered something, she paused and added, "You know, with my strength, I don't need any notes. I just can't stand you lying and dragging others into it."

Shen Weiwei talked to herself, as if trying to make amends for herself.

"Oh!"

He Miao didn't take her words to heart.

Whether to show off or simply to state the facts, no one in the school needed notes more than she did.

It was not known whether He Miao was pretending to be stupid or was really stupid, and he did not respond to any persuasion or threats.

Shen Weiwei's face changed slightly, but she still tried her best to control her emotions and said coldly: "Don't pester him anymore, or it will delay his studies."

"You can't drag others down just because you didn't do well in the exam, right?"

"I've said so much, does it have anything to do with you?"

He Miao suddenly retorted.

Shen Weiwei choked. She really couldn't do anything about someone like He Miao.

"You still want to go to college?"

Shen Weiwei looked her up and down, her words full of disdain.

"Toad wants to eat."

When He Miao returned to the classroom, his classmates were having self-study class.

The classroom was very quiet, with only the sounds of turning pages and pens on paper.

He Miao glanced casually into the classroom.

Liu Feifei was reading a novel again. She was so absorbed in it that she didn't notice that Du Yuze was also reading behind her.

As if he had seen some indescribable plot, Du Yuze was smiling meaningfully in the back, his shoulders shaking violently.

Sitting next to her in the last row was Xu Mobai.

He always sat upright and straight, as if he was being held up, and maintained the same posture throughout the entire class.

Ever since He Miao knew that Xu Mobai was not the kind of person who made him miss his stop, his opinion of him has changed a lot.

Now he looks better to me.

As if disturbed by Du Yuze's noise, Xu Mobai turned his head slightly.

He suddenly looked up and met a pair of misty and affectionate eyes.

When he met her gaze, he lifted his eyelids and glanced at her.

The bottom of those narrow and cold eyes were filled with a deep dark color, as if they wanted to suck people in, leaving no one able to see the bottom.

Their eyes met, her breathing stagnated, her heart trembled slightly, her slender knuckles hanging at her side bent, and one foot subconsciously took a step back.

He Miao moved away first, and then returned to his seat as if nothing had happened.

As soon as she sat down, Xu Mobai stood up and approached her.

She leaned against the window, Xu Mobai was close at hand, leaning over and staring at her.

She raised her eyes and met the man's eyes, and the air stagnated for a moment.

During this quiet and long gaze, she couldn't help but hold her breath, her fingertips slightly curled up, as if even the air around her was still.

Her breath was slightly hot, her heartbeat quickened, and she raised her head slightly.

"Do...what?"

Her voice was low and gentle.

"Open the window!"

His voice was clear and calm, but his tone was a little hoarse, and it sounded like he was suppressing something.

He reached out and opened the window a little, and wind came in, and it became stronger.

The boy had the air of someone who had just finished exercising, and the air around him seemed to be warming up a bit.

The fair skin was flushed.

After playing ball, He Miao was very hot and tired. He Miao was sweating just by watching.

A breeze blew past him, carrying with it a hint of sharp mint scent, just like his eyes, which were deep and clean.

He Miao stuck out her tongue, took out her math test paper and started doing the exercises.

Whenever He Miao encountered math problems, his head started to hurt.

Completely forgetting the previous discomfort and embarrassment.

The temperature is getting higher and the weather is getting hotter.

The summer cicadas outside the window are chirping louder and louder. The fan on the ceiling is spinning very fast, but it still can't blow away the heat in the classroom. The clock on the wall is ticking faster and faster...

He Miao said she was working hard, but she didn't know what she was thinking and she fell into a period of confusion again.

Xu Mobai's notes helped her learn the knowledge she missed in her first year of high school in a targeted way.

"Xu Mobai."

He Miao moved over with his stool and asked, "How do we solve this problem?"

When he met her gaze, a hint of tenderness appeared in his usually calm and indifferent eyes.

However, he restrained his emotions and said calmly, "Think about it yourself first."

"Then I'll ask someone else."

Poor students are not liked by teachers and don’t want to answer questions.

Most teachers in Yuchuan No. 7 Middle School don’t like He Miao.

Although he wouldn't openly say and curse like Hu Datu, deep down he just looked down on people like He Miao.

But with the notes in hand, it didn't matter who I asked. At least he gave in about the notes.

He Miao recalled the people he could find and muttered, "I remember that senior student was quite nice last time."

"do not go!"

He Miao: “?”

A hint of extreme arrogance passed across his brows, but then it softened in an instant.

"Really want to learn?"

He Miao nodded wildly while holding the notes, his head like a stapler.

"I teach you."

He Miao was about to be happy, but he suddenly interrupted her, "But I have a condition."