Lu Yibei felt it would be difficult to surprise her anymore.
Since we have this opportunity, even though it's not anything particularly special, we still hope to add a little bit of color to her life.
[Qingqian: Your writing is so good, you definitely won't get rejected.]
[Qingqian: Besides, the student council seniors, vice president, and Xia Li won't let you be eliminated.]
Lu Yibei was helpless.
Please, junior sister Ji, have some faith in the student council's professional and impartial attitude...
Then, another one appeared.
[Qingqian: You're just trying to make me happy, aren't you?]
Lu Yibei: ...
Look.
Now she can easily guess what he's thinking, so giving him a surprise is really not easy.
[Abei: Do you like it?]
[Qingqian: Go like my post on WeChat Moments!]
Lu Yibei: ?
He left the chat interface and moved on to his WeChat Moments.
Ji Qingqian posted a screenshot.
The screenshot happened to be the poem he was shortlisted for, which was published on Jiangda's official WeChat account, along with his pen name.
The caption was just two simple words.
"like."
Lu Yibei smiled gently and then clicked a little heart.
[Qingqian: But I don't know how to write.]
[Abei: It's okay, I can write it.]
[Qingqian: Abei, I want to see you]
[Ah Bei: It's almost 11 o'clock now, we can't go out.]
[Qingqian: I know]
[Qingqian: I don't necessarily need to see you, I just want to tell you that I really want to see you right now.]
Just by looking at the words, Lu Yibei could imagine the girl's expressionless yet resolute and aloof face when she said those words.
He was already lying in bed, his head down, a look of joy and relief on his face.
Ji Qingqian's words touched Lu Yibei's heart more than any love letter.
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