Ma Jiaojiao: "80 points."
Chu Chuqi: "Hammer!"
Then he looked longingly at Ji Qingqian.
Ji Qingqian glanced at Ma Jiaojiao's chest, then looked down at herself.
She was thinner than Ma Jiaojiao, and naturally not as voluptuous.
so,
40.
"No, cut it in half??"
It seems Chu Chu didn't understand.
Big hammer: 80; Small hammer: 40.
Ji Qingqian thought to herself.
"Hey hey hey." Chu Chu pointed at the phone screen.
"Stop nagging, is that your sonar?"
As a proper second-generation anime fan, Ma Jiaojiao couldn't stand this kind of talk, so Chu Chu continued:
"Whether something is good or not depends on comparison. Even if I only get 80 points, I see that the winners don't even get 80 points."
It just so happens that Ma Jiaojiao is quite interested in the award-winning works of this so-called three-line love letter.
She then sat down with Chu Chu.
"The first letter."
Ma Jiaojiao cleared her throat and began to read aloud: "Su Linlang, I like you. This isn't a love poem. This is a confession. — This is clearly a level above yours."
Then I read the second letter.
"You don't know. The autumn wind and fallen leaves tell me that you do know. I was just pretending not to know... Hmm, not as good as the previous one, but still better than yours."
"I see you in my dreams. When I wake up, I still see you. You say art needs to be impressionistic, but I feel this letter has a sense of realism... and it's better than yours, right?"
"It's mainly this letter, this one."
Chu Chu pointed to one of the letters in the middle—the order doesn't matter, being in the middle only means it's in the middle, it doesn't indicate whether it's good or bad.
But since it made the list, it at least means that it is of higher quality than Chu Chu's letter.
Mountainside.
seaside.
Beside you.
Even though three-line love letters are inherently short.
But this letter is too short, only seven words at most.
After Chu Chu finished reading it, Ma Jiaojiao's expression became slightly strange.
"Don't you think it's weird? It's completely baffling."
Chu Chu said, "I can accept anything else, but why should this letter be ranked above mine?"
"Well... the student council might also have some social niceties."
Ma Jiaojiao could only say, "Besides, you might not even be ranked twenty-first, so don't be angry..."
"...Ma Jiaojiao, you'd better be trying to comfort me." Chu Chu glanced sideways.
Why does it still sound like a denigration?
"What's wrong?"
When Wang Jue asked, she also moved closer.
Looking at the award-winning love letter that they both thought had little chance of making the charts, she suddenly smiled:
"This poem shouldn't be interpreted that way."
Ma Jiaojiao, Chu Chu: ?
Is there more to it than meets the eye?
"The focus of this poem is on the pen name."
Wang Jue pointed at the screen with her short fingers: "Her pen name is 'Half of Life is Mountains and Seas'..."
Ma Jiaojiao and Chu Chu nodded at the same time.
"Then look at this poem again: by the mountains, by the sea, beside you. Since half of life is mountains and seas, what is the other half?"
Chu Chu's eyes lit up, and she immediately answered:
It's 'you'!
Ma Jiaojiao immediately clapped her hands, and after understanding the situation, she couldn't help but admire it:
"I have to say, you do have a bit of a romantic streak, Juejue."
Wang Jue blushed slightly and waved his hand, saying:
"I only figured it out; the one who wrote it down is the real one..."
"But it's really despicable! He actually used a pen name to make a fuss!" Chu Chu said.
"No, although it's called a 'three-line love letter,' the rules don't actually limit the number of lines."
Wang Jue gave an example: "For instance, 'The crab is peeling my shell. The notebook is writing about me. Countless versions of myself fall on maple leaves and snowflakes. And you are thinking of me.' That's four lines. 'You can't see it anyway, so what's wrong with one less line?' That's two lines. So this student is just using our school's 'pen name' rules reasonably... But it's really impressive. To actually come up with such a creative idea, Qingqian, what do you say..."
Ji Qingqian sometimes doesn't like to talk.
So Wang Jue subconsciously wanted to get her involved in the conversation.
But Ji Qingqian had already quickly pulled out her phone.
I was just about to send a message to Lu Yibei.
But the other party had already sent a message.
[Abei: Have you seen the shortlist for the three-line love letter competition?]
[Qingqian: Mm]
[Abei: Which song is your favorite?]
[Qingqian: The poem you wrote]
[Abei: You actually managed to tell which song I wrote?]
[Qingqian: Mm]
"Half of life is mountains and seas," said the older brother they met on the eastern beach of Songlan Mountain.
In this school, no one knew her except for Ah Bei and her.
Because that day was special, Ji Qingqian had a particularly deep impression of it.
I remember everything.
It seems like Abei is the same.
Ji Qingqian held her phone, repeatedly pursing her lips to prevent a sweet smile from spreading across her face.
This was a secret code between her and Ah Bei, which no one else could guess.
Half of life is mountains and seas, the mountainsides, the seashores, and your side.
…Abei.
[Qingqian: Huaibei]
[Qingqian: You secretly participated in the competition without telling me.]
Ji Qingqian pouted slightly, as if she were complaining.
But his eyes and brows were full of joy.
[Abei: Haha]
[Abei: It would be too embarrassing to get eliminated.]
[Abei: So I held back for now]
Actually, no.
As he grew more familiar with the heroine Qingqian, their hearts drew closer together.
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