To The Lovely You

She only thought about her girly thoughts and didn’t even notice that diagonally across the aisle from her Luo Yichen raised his cold phoenix eyes and stared at her for a long time.

The phone in her drawer vibrated a few times. Su Rourou looked down. It was Luo Yichen’s text message, and she saw a few words on the screen: Stay and wait for me after school, help me carry my schoolbag!

Su Rourou curled her lips, thinking: who would care about you?!

While Ren Xuehua turned around to write on the blackboard, she secretly picked up the phone, and just prepared to reply to him “dream on”, when soon another new message came in: “Love letter.”

Although there were only two words, Su Rourou quickly compromised.

She slammed the table in annoyance, how could she be so careless and let Luo Yichen blackmail her again! She didn’t know what trick this black-bellied guy had come up with to bully her.

Her mood that had turned pink just now, instantly turned black because of Luo Yichen’s two text messages.

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When the school bell rang, the students who had been like lifeless corpses suddenly came back to life. They scrambled out of the classroom, but Su Rourou slowly gathered the stationery and textbooks on the table.

At the same table, Lan Xier had already packed her schoolbag like a gust of wind, and patted her shoulder urgingly: “Rourou, can you hurry up?! I’ve been waiting for you for a long time!”

Su Rourou then remembered that she usually went home with Lan Xier, so she had to make a random excuse: “I suddenly feel sick in my stomach and want to go to the bathroom. You go first!”

Lan Xier bulged her cheeks, and unconsciously swept her eyes at Luo Yichen, who was also calmly packing his schoolbag, and complained dissatisfiedly: “If you made an appointment with your childhood friend, just say it earlier! Really, it’s a waste of time waiting so long!”

“No, I really have a stomachache! Miss, you go first!” The secret was revealed, and Su Rourou felt a little frustrated.

“Who believes it?!” Lan Xier stuck out her tongue at her, and finally took her schoolbag and left.

Su Rourou let go of her hanging heart: she really didn’t want to be thought that she had any special relationship with Luo Yichen…

At this moment, An Yirou in the front seat suddenly turned her head and glanced at Su Rourou. Unexplained emotions flashed in her beautiful eyes.

Su Rourou just wanted to say something when she looked away, gave Luo Yichen a thoughtful look, and then quickly withdrew her gaze.

Then she stood up gracefully and walked out of the classroom with her little pink schoolbag on her back.

At the same time, Su Rourou felt a surge of air around her. She saw a tall figure passing by on the ground, and she knew who it was without looking up.

Ke Shaoze put on his schoolbag and slowly followed behind An Yirou.

Hou Xiaofeng put his hand on Ke Shaoze’s shoulder and said to him with a smile: “I didn’t expect Miss Ren to do good things too! In the future…you have more opportunities.”

When Hou Xiaofeng said this, he deliberately didn’t lower his voice, it seemed that he deliberately wanted An Yirou who was walking in front to hear it.

In fact, Ke Shaoze likes An Yirou. Not only the whole class knows it, but even the entire school.

One is the male god in the eyes of the girls, and the other is the goddess in the eyes of a boys, which is really fitting. But nobody knows why An Yirou’s attitude towards Ke Shaoze is always lukewarm.

Ke Shaoze looked at An Yirou’s figure and pushed away Hou Xiaofeng’s hand on his shoulder: “Don’t talk nonsense!”

These few conversations naturally also passed into Su Rourou’s ears, her hand holding the shoulder strap of her schoolbag unconsciously tightened a bit.

Looking sideways out of the hallway window, in the corridor outside the classroom, the petite and exquisite An Yirou and the tall and slender Ke Shaoze walked in tandem.

The afterglow of the summer sunset was on their white uniforms, and they looked like the most pleasing combination in a movie poster.

Su Rourou’s heart throbbed slightly, as if her breathing became painful.

Ke Shaoze really likes An Yirou…