In the evening, Ling Mo planned to wait for Qin Beiming in the classroom to discuss life plans with him.
On Qin Beiming's shoulders also lay the weight of the Qin family's honor, disgrace, decline, and demise.
Spending too much time joking around in the small clinic of the No. 1 Middle School was never a good idea.
Since she had already considered him a friend, she should lend him a helping hand during his most confused and bewildered period, so that he could get out of the fog of uncertainty as soon as possible.
However, as soon as the bell rang, she received an urgent message from Meihu:
[Boss, Ouyang Bin's men have been dispatched. They're currently heading towards Ling Yunlong and Xie Xiao's love nest, presumably intending to kill them to silence them.]
[Where is Ling Yunlong?] Ling Mo had long anticipated that Su Yu would eventually kill Xie Xiao'ai, so he remained relatively calm at the moment.
[Ling Yunlong is still in a meeting at Shijian Group headquarters. Xie Xiao'ai should only be in their love nest. Boss, what should we do now? Should we step in to help Xie Xiao'ai?]
[Send me Xie Xiaoai's exact location right now, and I'll head over immediately. Also, if it's convenient, immediately hack into Xie Xiaoai's phone and secretly turn on the camera, just in case. If Ouyang Bin or Su Yu appears on camera, immediately project the video recorded by the camera onto the large screens in various squares.]
After replying to the WeChat message, Ling Mo hurriedly rushed to Ling Yunlong and Xie Xiaoai's love nest.
Qin Beiming was completely unaware that Ling Mo had already rushed out of No. 1 Middle School. After carefully dressing up, she entered the classroom of Class F with anticipation.
Seeing that the classroom was empty, he couldn't help but feel a little confused.
Could it be that this girl went to touch up her makeup in the women's restroom?
wrong.
She's always been carefree and doesn't even bother to tie her hair up, so there's no way she would do something like that.
Or perhaps she forgot about the invitation?
The thought of this possibility felt like a bucket of cold water had been poured over Qin Beiming's head, and his previously good mood was ruined.
He sat down in Ling Mo's seat, feeling a bit annoyed. He was about to send her a message to ask if she had forgotten their previous invitation when he inadvertently discovered that her drawer was filled with dozens of love letters.
"..."
This is absolutely outrageous!
Are high school students these days so precocious?
How old are you to start writing this kind of stuff?
Qin Beiming, his face dark, opened more than a dozen love letters in succession, only to find that the teenage boys were even better at flirting than he was.
Just like the love letter in his hand, it was written in a very subtle way:
My dear Momo, I went for an IV drip yesterday. Do you know what kind of IV I got? Let me tell you, it was "Thinking of You at Night"~
Qin Beiming realized that so many people were waiting to steal his girlfriend, and alarm bells rang in his mind.
If things continue like this, what if Ling Mo is fooled by the sweet talk of the boy who wrote her love letter?
It seems the only solution is to nip these young boys' budding feelings in the bud.
Thinking of this, Qin Beiming took out a ballpoint pen from Ling Mo's drawer and patiently replied to each of her letters.
For ordinary admirers, he simply drew a few crosses, wrote "read" next to them, and finally left a line of bold, unrestrained calligraphy:
If you dare write me love letters again, I'll tell the teacher!
He reasoned that for students who were still in school, the threat of "telling the teacher" should be comparable to a grenade explosion.
Little did they know that high school students these days are very arrogant, so why would they be afraid of such "childish" warnings?
Qin Beiming was noticeably more cautious towards suitors like Cheng Cheng, who had a close relationship with Ling Mo.
To completely extinguish Cheng Cheng's hopes, Qin Beiming simply wrote on the last line of the love letter:
If you dare write me love letters again, I will expose your cheesy words to the public!
...
It was an hour later when he finished replying to all forty-seven love letters in one go.
Looking up at the deep twilight outside the window, Qin Beiming realized that Ling Mo had truly forgotten their previous invitation, and he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.
However, he was able to withstand even such a minor setback.
He reasoned that if he was persistent enough in persuading Ling Mo's admirers one by one, he could gain more time to present himself to her...
When Mr. Smith found Qin Beiming, he was still intently returning the love letters in his hand to their original owners' seats.
"Old Qin, what kind of trouble are you causing now? What are you doing here in the senior year section? The students will be starting their evening self-study in ten minutes." Mr. Smith crossed his arms and looked at Qin Beiming, who seemed to be up to no good, with particular suspicion.
After Qin Beiming returned the last love letter to the original owner's seat, he then stuffed a booklet containing the names and seat numbers of all the students in the school into Smith's arms.
He slumped out and pulled out the chair in front of his desk, his expression particularly cold and stern.
"Old Shi, I got stood up."
Upon hearing this, Smith silently gave Ling Mo a thumbs up.
Looking across the entire Linjiang, apart from Ling Mo daring to stand Qin Beiming up, no one else really dares to do so.
Seeing that Qin Beiming, like him, had suffered greatly in love, Mr. Smith felt much better.
He gently patted Qin Beiming's shoulder, his lips, which always involuntarily curled upwards, drooping unconsciously, and said in a deliberately profound tone:
"It's okay, at least you still have me."
"..."
Looking at Mr. Smith, who was over half his age but was still happily jumping around in front of him, Qin Beiming knew that he was in an extremely good mood.
Realizing that Mr. Smith's good mood was entirely based on his pain and torment, Qin Beiming's expression became even more unpleasant.
"Old Shi, if you dare to laugh out loud in front of me tonight, believe me, I'll send you to a deserted island right now."
“You’re wrong. You got stood up, why would I laugh at you? I’ll only care about you more, love you more, and give you more patience and care.”
Mr. Smith's survival instinct suddenly kicked in, and he made a sentimental confession with his eyes closed.
However, when he met Qin Beiming's eyes, which should have concealed a cold, sharp edge, yet were filled with countless innocent and aggrieved little stars, he could no longer control his facial expression and burst into loud laughter...
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