Love Letters

"You're trying to persuade others? Did you pass the Chinese test? Did you get over 50 in English?"

When everyone saw Hu Datu, they immediately ran away, and He Miao attracted all the firepower by himself.

"Think about what you are going to do with this month's exam first."

Hu Datu slammed her grades on the table coldly and said, "If you fail again, you can expect your parents to be called. No one will be able to help you then."

He Miao sat on the high stool without saying a word. Hu Datu was right, and he said that he would leave naturally when he was tired.

The sunlight lazily climbed up the wall of the classroom through the window, and the back row was filled with auspicious light.

English class, the subject that He Miao hated the most, was taught by Hu Datu.

At the podium, Hu Datu was reading a passage in a very exaggerated and emotional American accent, translating as he read.

From time to time, write down the English words that need to be tested, and mark them together with the easy and difficult points.

He Miao's eyes were fixed on the word "abandon", but his mind was already wandering.

She couldn't understand or listen at all.

Now she is confused about studying and has no clear idea about the college entrance examination.

Maybe she's going to go back to her old ways.

The chalk tapped on the blackboard with a clear rhythm, like a lullaby, and He Miao felt sleepy again.

Her eyelids kept drooping, and she couldn't control it, nor did she want to.

"Crack!"

It seemed like the sound of a mechanical pencil breaking.

For no apparent reason, He Miao suddenly woke up as if he had been hit.

can not sleep!

I am in class now, and it is the class of our homeroom teacher Hu Datu...

He Miao's seat was next to the window and it was windy.

The sun is shining brightly outside the window, and there are green trees planted next to the window. The trees are on the side, leaving just enough space for the sky, which is blue and clear.

In the summer, cicadas are chirping, books are being read, people are surging, and blooming margaritas, Moroccan daisies, cut chrysanthemums...

She tried to put her mind out the window. The gentle breeze gave her some breathing space, and she woke up a little.

The sky was flowing with dark blue paint, and the wind was cool and green, blowing up the girl's long black hair and the hem of the boy's white shirt.

It’s good to be back, with the unbridled bright youth and that group of bold and lively people.

Hu Datu noticed that He Miao looked very depressed.

"He Miao, please read the next paragraph."

He Miao was slacking off. When she heard her name, she stood up suddenly and blurted out subconsciously: "Abandon!"

Her flustered answer caused laughter in the class.

He Miao was a little embarrassed. She glanced in the direction of Xu Mobai and then realized what the teacher was talking about.

That year, He Miao didn't know English or how to study.

Hu Datu didn't let her sit down. He felt a little embarrassed that she was blatantly absent in the class of her head teacher.

He spoke a few words in English, as if to embarrass He Miao on purpose.

He Miao stood there without moving or answering, looking dazed like a stupid goose.

The classmates in the class have already started to hold back their laughter.

He Miao couldn't understand what his classmates were laughing at.

"Teacher, can you please sit down?"

Hu Datu spoke another passage in English.

He Miao was confused and didn't dare sit down, but he still didn't want to leave Hu Datu talking to himself alone.

She tried hard to recall, and finally managed to utter a few words that she had learned from somewhere.

"Mister Hu, Ai Mu He Miao, Wo Dou loves class Slip, but Ai Wang Te takes care of Gu De Si Da Di."

He Miao's speech, in a mixture of Chinese and English with an accent, was full of competition and battle against Hu Datu.

The class fell silent as soon as He Miao started talking. Everyone was surprised at her courage and wanted to see how she would fight back.

After He Miao finished speaking, he looked at Hu Datu with an expression as if wondering how he should respond.

Hu Datu's face can no longer be described as black, white or green. Perhaps he has begun to regret why he chose to study English.

"He Miao, you are that kind of English killer who can travel the world with the phrase "what's you are?" and you? me too! And you can't use "but" after "although"!"

"Hahahaha!"

"Oh my god, He Miao really amuses me to death."

After Du Yuze's words, the whole class couldn't hold back any longer and burst into laughter.

The staff from the Academic Affairs Office who were passing by for inspection also laughed.

Hu Datu shook his head. It was still morning and he didn't want to ruin his good mood for the whole day, so he suppressed his anger.

"Mo Bai, you come and read."

He Miao breathed a sigh of relief. Just as he was about to sit down, he heard Hu Datu say, "He Miao, just stand there and don't move. Listen carefully to how others read it."

Xu Moshen was stunned at first, then he spoke.

The hot wind blew from her side, blowing up the strands of hair on his forehead.

Xu Mobai is smart, rational, calm and excellent.

His voice was clean and gentle, his speech was slow and his words were clear, like a feather gently scratching her heart.

In such a boring morning, it sounded unusually gentle, making her feel inexplicably at ease and want to sleep.

Xu Mobai sat back after reading.

In order to fight drowsiness, He Miao did not sit down immediately.

Because she was standing, she could see Xu Mobai very clearly.

The desk is very tidy, with books, materials, stationery... neatly arranged.

She also caught a glimpse of his notes, which seemed to be tempting her, the most eye-catching among so many books.

It’s available for all subjects, even on the cover.

He Miao looked at it seriously and felt itchy.

Xu Mobai sat down after reading, and He Miao was still glancing at him.

She was standing and he was sitting, separated by an aisle that was neither wide nor narrow.

She lowered her eyes and watched the tip of the pen scratch clearly and neatly on the paper. As the pen moved, the blue veins on the back of his hand were faintly visible.

As if burned by her scorching gaze, Xu Moshen tilted his head slightly, opened his eyes lazily, and met her gaze.

There seemed to be an awkward feeling in the air, and He Miao was the first to look away.

I couldn't let on that I was coveting his notes.

Recess time.

Because he had no memory in his brain and no muscles, He Miao's movements stood out in the crowd.

But she was in the first row and there was no one she could aim at.

As the music started, He Miao's DNA seemed to move.

So familiar, so nostalgic, so want to cry...

But how to do this?

He Miao followed the rhythm of the music and kept glancing at the people on both sides.

Stretch your hands, lift your legs, turn around, bend over...

"Her eyes are clear yet confused. And these limbs have just been installed, right? They dance in their own way."

"You know what, there's something cute about being clumsy."

The student union member on duty who was in charge of counting the number of people couldn't help but whisper to each other while watching He Miao doing the exercises.

"Which class are you in?"

He Miao was just about to bend over, and when she looked up she saw the director of the Political and Educational Department looking at her Yan Yanming.

He Miao glanced to the side and saw Hu Datu looking anxious and winking at her desperately.

She couldn't hear or see clearly and was completely confused.

Hu Datu felt embarrassed, slapped his forehead, held his forehead to cover his face, and then walked out of the playground.

"Go dance on the stage."

Yan Yanming still didn't let her go.

Being punished in public, making a fool of oneself, in front of the whole school.

But it’s okay, she has a thick face.

As long as she is not embarrassed, the one who is embarrassed is Hu Datu.

He Miao staggered onto the podium in front of all the teachers and students in the school.