"Let me see, maybe I can recognize whose handwriting this is."
Gu Tingbai eagerly moved closer to Ling Mo, carefully studying the bold and unrestrained cursive script at the bottom of the love letter.
"Ting Bai, take a close look. I really want to know who secretly wrote back the love letter for Ling Mo." Cheng Cheng was eager to find out the culprit who had made him worry all day, and he stood there jumping up and down.
"These characters are really ugly! In my memory, my third brother's handwriting has always been this ugly."
Gu Tingbai thought to himself that Qin Beiming was being incredibly unreasonable.
How dare you show your handwriting when it's so ugly?
Aren't you afraid of being mercilessly ridiculed by his number one, two, three, four, five, six, seven rivals?
"You mean Assistant Qin? I knew it! That old man has designs on our Ling Mo! It's outrageous! Ling Mo isn't even an adult yet, how could he do that? An old cow eating young grass, shameless!" Cheng Cheng became more and more agitated as he spoke, clearly regarding Qin Beiming as his number one rival in love, his back teeth grinding together.
"Third Master's courtesy name?"
Ling Mo lowered his eyes slightly, gazing at the vigorous handwriting on the love letter, and smiled faintly:
"A person's handwriting reflects their character; it is pleasing to the eye."
"Ling Mo, are you praising Assistant Qin or insulting him?" Cheng Cheng didn't react for a moment. Like Gu Tingbai, he felt that Qin Beiming's words were extremely offensive.
"His handwriting is quite nice."
Ling Mo replied patiently, seemingly in a very good mood.
Upon hearing Ling Mo's words, Cheng Cheng appeared even more anxious. "Ling Mo, you haven't fallen for him, have you? I'm really worried that you, being so naive, will be deceived by this old man."
"What are you talking about? My third brother isn't old at all!" Gu Tingbai retorted, dissatisfied.
"Ling Mo is old enough to be his daughter, do you think he's old or not?"
"It's not that exaggerated. Although my third brother is a little bit older, he's handsome! And he still has his first love, first kiss, and first time. Dating him is a sure win."
Ling Mo watched the two suddenly bickering and couldn't help but chuckle.
"I just thought Third Master's handwriting was good, why are you bringing up his age?"
Cheng Cheng was afraid that Ling Mo, who didn't seem to have high emotional intelligence, would be deceived by Qin Beiming's appearance, so he repeatedly said:
"Ling Mo, don't you understand what Xiao Qin, the medical assistant, is thinking? He has been subtly rejecting so many male classmates' advances for you. He must have something on his mind."
"What scheme? You mean he wants to sabotage me so he can inherit my pile of unfinished homework?"
Ling Mo's lips twitched wildly; he simply couldn't understand why Cheng Cheng's thoughts were so complicated.
The line that Third Master wrote under the love letter was flawless.
It seems that he didn't want Cheng Cheng to neglect her studies because of early romance, so he secretly replied to her love letter on her behalf.
Logically speaking, Cheng Cheng should have properly thanked Qin Beiming.
Cheng Cheng was speechless: "..."
Realizing that Ling Mo's emotional intelligence was likely negative, she simply stopped reminding Ling Mo to be careful of Qin Beiming.
Given her straightforward and outspoken nature, if you write her a love letter and she can seriously point out a bunch of grammatical errors, she probably won't fall in love easily.
Gu Tingbai touched his nose, realizing that Ling Mo's thought process was unusual, and silently felt a cold sweat for Qin Beiming.
Qin Beiming was already so childish as to compete with the boys in the same middle school, yet Ling Mo still didn't understand his feelings for her.
It seems that Qin Beiming will have to put in a lot more effort if he wants to win Ling Mo's heart.
After returning the love letter to Cheng Cheng intact, Ling Mo lazily entered the F class classroom.
As soon as I sat down, a piece of draft paper happened to fall out of the drawer.
Normally, Ling Mo would crumple up the draft paper and throw it in the trash can.
But today, after realizing that there were dozens of love letters in her drawer, she became extra cautious.
After picking up the draft paper, he carefully scanned the words on it:
Men are all the same; don't believe their sweet talk. You're still young; focus on your studies.
Ling Mo stared speechlessly at the wild, unrestrained cursive script on the draft paper, wondering if Qin Beiming had gone mad.
What does it mean that "no man is any good"?
Could it be that he's not a man...?
The more she thought about it, the stranger it seemed, so she simply sent Qin Beiming a message:
[Third Master, are you there?]
【exist. 】
Qin Beiming had set Ling Mo as a special contact, so he could always see any message she sent immediately.
Ling Mo cut to the chase and asked:
It's nothing. I just wanted to ask if you'd touched the love letters in my drawer?
Qin Beiming didn't expect Ling Mo to suspect him so quickly, so he hurriedly called Lu Jinjiu for help.
When Lu Jinjiu learned that Qin Beiming had actually impersonated Ling Mo and rejected dozens of suitors on her behalf in order to clear away the suitors surrounding her, he couldn't help but burst into laughter:
"Third brother, can't you be a little more confident? Do you think those punks at No. 1 Middle School can compete with you?"
"I'm asking you something important, what should we do now?"
Qin Beiming was unsure of himself; he didn't believe he was as confident of winning as Cheng Cheng and the others.
Lu Jinjiu could sense that Qin Beiming on the other end of the phone was extremely anxious, so he stopped laughing at him and gave him straightforward advice:
"A woman's heart is like a needle at the bottom of the sea. In this situation, no matter how you answer, it will most likely be wrong. You might as well send her a set of workout photos, showing a little skin, sacrificing your sex appeal, to blur the topic."
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