Chapter 140 Chapter 140 Two members: “…………
Two members: "..."
What should they say? Should they say Wen Qian was not with them because a strange male classmate wanted to talk to her alone?
"She has something to do now." Lin Huaiyan said concisely.
"Really?" Lu Yanbai didn't seem to care and continued, "Then I'll leave first."
He nodded to Lin Huai and Zhou Zhu and walked forward.
Zhou Zhu: "Wen Qian and that boy are talking over there, right?"
Lin Huai was silent for two seconds: "I wish that student good luck."
Wen Qian looked at the stranger in front of him, absolutely certain that he didn't know him, because—【???】
The name tag above the other person's head still had a row of question marks.
Hearing the other party stammering and saying that he wanted to get to know her, Wen Qian looked at the top of the other person's head thoughtfully.
This matter is actually very simple, but the key is that she has not received the task yet.
Seeing Wen Qian looking at him seriously, the boy mustered up his courage and continued, "You may not know me, but I noticed you last semester. I went to your classroom several times looking for you... but I didn't see you."
"If you may, please accept this."
When the other party handed the envelope to him, Wen Qian's expression became a little subtle.
Why does it look exactly like the envelope that the female classmate who likes to send love letters used to wrap it?
Wen Qian thought thoughtfully: "Is it a love letter?"
If so, she sold it.
The boy's face instantly turned red, and he nodded almost imperceptibly: "Um, I..."
"What are you doing?" A cold voice came from the side.
The boy was startled and looked up at the person who came: "President?"
Lu Yanbai glanced at him, his gaze lingering on the envelope he had not yet taken back for two seconds.
His eyes were calm, but the boy felt as if he had been stung for some reason, and his heart was lifted unconsciously.
In front of Lu Yanbai, he was a little hesitant when he wanted to hand over the envelope.
"Are you from the Student Union?" Lu Yanbai glanced at the medal on his collar and frowned.
The boy swallowed his saliva, feeling that Lu Yanbai's gaze was somewhat unfriendly. Why? Does the student union have a rule against premature love?
The male classmate couldn't remember whether there was such a rule for a moment, and took back the envelope under the oppressive gaze of the person in front of him.
I was very worried, not knowing when I had offended this person.
Lu Yanbai didn't look at him again. He just walked over to Wen Qian and whispered, "I'm here to discuss the club activity day with you. Do you have time?"
"There's time, but wait a moment, he seems to have something else to say." Wen Qian nodded and looked at the boy in front of him.
The boy raised his head and clearly saw Lu Yanbai's warning gaze.
"Really?" He looked at the boy calmly, with a hint of coldness in his tone, "What else does this student need?"
The originally frantic mood of the deer was crushed to death by the unfriendly look of the guard who stopped him.
"No, nothing." The boy nodded hurriedly, "Sorry to bother you."
The beautiful yearning for love ended before it even began. The boy shed tears silently in his heart, but he had never heard that Lu Yanbai and Wen Qian were related before. Could it be that he had not inquired enough?
The boy, who had been preparing for this confession for quite some time, went to the Rose Class for several days to ask people about the situation, but he didn't get any serious answers and instead received many strange looks from the students.
No wonder every time he asked about the situation, the people in the Rose Class looked at him with strange eyes. It turned out that it was because they knew that she had a relationship with Lu Yanbai.
But why not tell him directly?
"He left like this?" Wen Qian was stunned. She looked at the boy's back and said, "At least leave me the love letter!"
It doesn’t matter whether you leave or not, but you have to leave something behind!
Hearing Wen Qian's words, Lu Yanbai paused and looked at her sideways: "Do you really want that love letter?"
When he mentioned the word "love letter", he unconsciously emphasized it.
"I want it!" Wen Qian nodded.
"Don't take his, Wen Qian." Lu Yanbai lowered his eyes. "If you want a love letter, I'll write it for you."
Wen Qian slowed down his pace and looked at the person next to him.
Lu Yanbai stopped and looked down at her: "Wen Qian, don't look at other people's love letters. I can also write love letters."
His breathing slowed down a bit as he waited quietly for Wen Qian's reaction.
He could see that Wen Qian was not interested in the boy whose name she probably didn't even know, but when he saw her about to reach out to take the love letter, his uncontrollable tense heartstrings revealed his true thoughts.
So he interrupted their conversation. Even if Wen Qian didn't care about that person, he didn't want to see her take the letter.
Lu Yanbai's eyes darkened as she carefully observed Wen Qian's reaction—she showed no sign of resistance.
"OK!"
The cheerful voice made Lu Yanbai's heart tremble. He suddenly lowered his eyes and tightened his fingers holding the folder.
"Are you really going to write me a love letter? How much should it be?"
"As long as you want." Lu Yanbai paused, "Any amount is fine."
Wen Qian said sweetly: "Really? Then I'll wait for you to write it for me!"
The girl next to him kept nagging at him about how to write a love letter to her. Lu Yan smiled and turned sideways to respond in a low voice.
"Then write more for me."
"good."
"Can I have it today?"
"Can."
"By the way, don't write too much content, just write a couple of sentences. It doesn't have to be too good, we just want quantity!"
"Okay... um?" Lu Yanbai, who subconsciously responded to Wen Qian, was stunned and looked a little confused.
Did he hear it wrong?
Wen Qian was already immersed in the sweet dream of the coming of a large number of love letters for sale.
What you lose you will gain. Although she failed to get the love letter from that strange classmate, she got a love letter perpetual motion machine!
Huge profit!
"Lu Yanbai, I'm waiting for your love letter." Wen Qian said solemnly, "You must give it to me before school is over. Don't forget."
Lu Yanbai chuckled, "Don't worry.
"I won't forget it."
Just before school was over, Zhou Zhu and Lin Huai found Wen Qian in the activity room. Wen Qian was sitting at the table with a stack of letters in his hand.
"What are you doing?" Zhou Zhu came over to take a look curiously.
Wen Qian: "Opening the love letter."
Zhou Zhu's expression froze. A love letter?!
She instantly recalled the boy who stopped Wen Qian in the afternoon: "Did that boy give it to you this afternoon?"
"No." Wen Qian said naturally, "Lu Yan gave it to me for free."
"Lu Yanbai!" Zhou Zhu blurted out.
Is this a clear sign? She looked at the envelope in Wen Qian's hand in shock, but why were there so many?
Lin Huai glanced at Wen Qian's expression and keenly sensed something was wrong: "Did Lu Yanbai give it to you on his own initiative?"
"I guess so." Wen Qian nodded. "He said he could write for me and asked me not to accept other people's work, so I asked him to write more for me."
Lin Huai: I can understand the first part, but what is the second part?
Why do we need so many love letters?
"What's the point of having so many love letters?" Zhou Zhu looked at Wen Qian, "How many are there?"
"There were nine just now." Wen Qian put the opened envelope aside.
"There are only eight now."
"ah?"
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Not all the love letters were collected, so Wen Qian decided to keep some as souvenirs - of course, this was mainly because the collection limit had been reached.
Wen Qian returned home and looked at the pop-up window. She put the remaining love letters aside, thought for a moment, took out one, and put it in the prop column.
Well, I’ll keep this prop as a collection, and I’ll continue to recycle the rest tomorrow.
The phone rang with a message alert. Wen Qian, who was half lying on the sofa, turned over, took a look at the content of the message, and quickly tapped the screen to reply to the other party.
[Wen Qian]: So are you coming next week?
The message I just received was from Xia Zhiqing. The game exhibition that they mentioned from time to time has finally been scheduled.
As soon as the release date was announced, Wen Qian received an invitation from Xia Zhiqing.
Xia Zhiqing looked at the screen of his mobile phone, the corners of his mouth unconsciously raised. Along with the sound of the message alert, his heartbeat slightly accelerated in his chest.
"Chatting again." Xun Cang came over.
Xia Zhiqing's heart skipped a beat, and he instinctively turned over his phone, covering the chat interface.
"What's wrong?" Xun Cang was stunned. "Why are you suddenly startled?"
Seeing that Xia Zhiqing didn't say anything, Xun Cang shrugged and didn't take his previous reaction seriously.
"Let me check some information." Xia Zhiqing pursed his lips and said.
"Oh, looking up information--" Xun Cang winked at him.
"When are you going to confess?"
The sudden words made Xia Zhiqing's expression suddenly change.
His breathing stagnated, and he suddenly looked up at Xun Cang: "What confession?"
Xun Cang walked around from behind the sofa and sat down next to Xia Zhiqing. "The one you've been chatting with recently."
Seeing Xia Zhiqing about to speak, Xun Cang, who was familiar with his expression changes, waved his hand: "Don't make excuses. How long have we known each other? Don't I know you?"
"Your expression is too obvious."
Xia Zhiqing was flustered: "You saw it wrong."
"Once or twice I might have made a mistake, but you do this every day." Xun Cang said whatever came to his mind, "You smile so happily when chatting with others, but when they don't reply to your messages, you just sit there in a daze holding your phone."
"I called you several times, but you ignored me." Xun Cang asked gossipingly, "Why, I don't want to pay attention to you."
Xia Zhiqing turned his face away, tightened the corners of his lips, and ignored Xun Cang's meaning.
Xun Cang glanced at him and said strangely, "Tell me what's wrong. Would I mess with you again?"
"I would never slack off on such important matters!" Xun Cang felt deeply heartbroken by the distrust shown by his friend.
"This girl isn't from our school, is she?" Xun Cang's eyes fell on Xia Zhiqing's phone. "I haven't seen you looking for anyone in school. Is she from another school?"
Xun Cang: "What's the point of always chatting on the phone? It's better to meet in person. I'm going to meet Wen Qian in two days..."
Xia Zhiqing's mind was blank and he didn't pay any attention to what Xun Cang was saying. He only heard the person next to him mention those two familiar words.
Xun Cang knew?
Xia Zhiqing said subconsciously: "I don't have any feelings for her——"
Before he could finish his words, his brain, which had regained its normal function, realized that he had misheard and suddenly stopped talking.
"I have something to do, so I'll leave first." He said this hurriedly, got up and left.
Xun Cang looked at his departing figure in confusion and leaned back on the sofa.
Is confession such a difficult thing?
How could he not feel that?
If he were asked to confess his feelings to the person he likes, he would definitely not be so conflicted. He just doesn't know if Wen Qian would agree... Hmm?
Xun Cang was stunned, and the thoughts that popped up in his mind made him unable to react.
Why his first reaction was whether Wen Qian would agree to him.
He blinked slowly: "I like Wen Qian?"
So I like chatting with her very much, I am happy to see her, I always want to meet her, and I can't help asking her if she has someone she likes. Is it because he likes her!
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