The yandere boy is so scheming

After the boy stood firm, he kept his head lowered and his eyes avoided looking at Shen Sichun.

"Come on, what are you doing, buddy?"

"Don't be shy, everyone is standing in front of others..."

"Please say your lines affectionately!"

A bunch of boys were lying in the corner, probably cheering him up with what they thought was a small voice, but in fact everyone heard it.

Shen Sichun had roughly guessed it from the moment she supported him. Of course, she had encountered countless such situations, and she was used to it.

The boy's palms were sweating, his face turned red, and he squeezed the pink envelope in his hand tightly.

After hesitating for a moment, he finally raised his head and handed the envelope to her.

""Senior sister, I have liked you for almost a year. I know that today's moment is a bit abrupt for you, but it doesn't matter whether you accept it or not. I just want to express my feelings to you. I hope I won't hurt you. Causing distress……"

The boy is tall, has a short haircut, and has red lips and white teeth, giving him a clean and sunny temperament.

A person's heart cannot be trampled on at will. No matter whether you accept it or like it, since he can stand in front of you and confess to you, it is enough to see how much courage and thought he has spent.

Everyone may be frightened and full of expectations when facing this kind of situation. If you can't accept it, you should clearly express your wishes to him. At the same time, you should put yourself in the other person's shoes and put yourself in the other person's shoes.

Shen Sichun has always adhered to this concept.

Shen Sichun reached out to take his envelope and answered him politely and tenderly: "First of all, thank you for your like. I will accept this letter and I will definitely read it carefully. But for the time being, my senior I have no intention of falling in love, I believe there is a better girl than me waiting for you."

A trace of disappointment flashed in the boy's eyes but disappeared quickly, because he came with the attitude of being rejected.

After saying it, it became easier.

He raised a smile and showed his white teeth: "Thank you, senior sister."

He left surrounded by a group of brothers, and a boy comforted him:

"It's okay, bro, isn't it just lovelorn? It's a big deal. I'll treat you to a big dinner!"

"I just saw you grinning widely after being rejected. Don't get carried away..."

"Don't hold it in your heart if you have anything to do. I'm forcing myself to be your trash can!"

"You must be crazy because of the burn. Your face looks like a monkey's ass."

The boy who confessed his love pinched the back of the neck of the person who said those last words, hit him with [-] points of critical blows on his butt, gritted his teeth and said, "How about I beat you like a monkey's ass first?"

"Oops, brother, I was wrong. I said it wrong. I can't fart because I'm holding back the redness." Still stubborn.

Finally, he left amid a burst of laughter.

Shen Sichun looked at their backs, feeling envious in his heart.

Sometimes, friendship between boys is really simple.

Jiang Tingsi stared at the pink envelope in the girl's hand. Junxiu's eyebrows suddenly furrowed, and there was an imperceptible hint of loneliness in his cold and indifferent eyes.

. . . . . .

It was already evening when Shen Sichun left school. The street lights were all on, and the digital screen on an office building opposite kept scrolling with Harper's Bazaar's Guang Hao.

Shen Sichun grabbed the shrink strap of her backpack and tightened her fingers. She was breathing heavily and stretched her neck to look around for the tall and thin figure.

Finally, I saw the boy under the flickering street lights. He was wearing a white Japanese-style short-sleeved shirt, his broken hair on his forehead was slightly parted to cover his eyes, and white Bluetooth headsets were plugged into his ears.

"Chi Yanzhi!"

When the boy turned his head, the girl's fluffy bangs were gently lifted by the wind, and the goose-yellow sweatshirt made her look like a small breast dumpling.

Like the wild wind in summer, the chirping of cicadas in midsummer, and the mist scattered in the wilderness. . . .

Shen Sichun's cheeks were slightly red due to strenuous exercise, and his sweet voice was mixed with a hint of air: "I'm sorry, our botany teacher was sick and took leave last week. We just happened to make up the experimental class today, making you wait for so long... …”

Chi Yanzhi's eyes were fixed on the girl's pink lips, and his Adam's apple rolled unconsciously.