why are you forcing me to study

He Qing came out of the men's room after going to the bathroom, and happened to meet a tall boy blocking a small boy wearing round glasses not far away.

They were a little far away, and He Qinghui couldn't hear what they were talking about.

But it could be seen that the little boy seemed embarrassed, and the tall boy teased him as if he was watching a joke.

The little boy was holding a pink and tender object in his hand, so he dared to keep his head down.

No matter how you look at it, it looks like being bullied by a tall boy.

He Qing walked closer and listened.

The boy frivolously patted the thing in the little boy's hand, "Yo, who is your love letter for? I guess, is it a class flower? No, you are as sloppy as you, and you have the nerve to confess to someone You are not ashamed! Let me tell you, I like her too! Hurry up and stay where you are!"

Now He Qing heard it clearly.

Is this man sick?Who does someone else send a love letter to? Has something to do with him?

Seeing that the little boy was about to burst into tears of grievance, "I...not..."

The boy laughed even more happily, "Hahahaha, why, I'm still a little stutterer hahaha..."

He Qinghui didn't think much about it, and rushed forward to snatch the love letter from the boy's hand, and stood in front of him himself.

The tall boy was taken aback, "Here, He Qinghui? What...what are you doing?"

"Who said he wrote this love letter?"

"what?"

He Qing turned his head, "Actually, I wrote this love letter! Just ask this classmate to hand it over for you. Don't get me wrong, it has nothing to do with him."

The little boy wearing round glasses slowly typed:?

The tall boy looked at the little boy, "Is that so?"

The little boy stuttered to the point where he didn't know what to say, "I...I...um..."

Dude, that's quite a stutter.

This boy looked very inferior, He Qinghui just wanted to prevent him from being so embarrassed by others' ridicule, I don't know if he could get what he meant.

The tall boy looked contemptuous, "He Qinghui, you actually like our class flower?"

Fuck, even if he doesn't know the flowers in his class or that class, talking about love is simply a shocking joke.

How round this time.

Who will teach him.

If this spreads out, it will be spread ten times and hundreds of times, wouldn't it be a big trouble? ?

"I--"

The tall boy saw He Qinghui's appearance, if he really became his rival in love, he would pay it back.

He has no chance of winning by himself!

No, this seedling must be killed in the cradle, and this love letter must not be sent to Banhua!

While He Qinghui was talking to the boy with round glasses, he had an idea, snatched the love letter from He Qinghui's hand, and then ran away.

"Fuck me-"

The man took the love letter and disappeared in a flash, and he didn't know where he went.

What is that man going to do?

"Fuck, never mind," He Qinghui pinched the little boy's shoulder, "It's nothing, I'm a good guy, I'll do it to the end, if you feel bad about that love letter, you can write another one and put it in your schoolbag, so as not to be caught by that love letter." The kind of people will laugh at you when they see it. If it’s really not possible, you can ask me to help you deliver it, and I promise to help you deliver it without being seen by others.”

The little boy was so excited that tears filled his eyes, he couldn't even say a word, he could only express his thanks with three [-]-degree bows, and then ran away shyly.

He Qinghui heaved a sigh of relief after finishing the good deed, but at the same time his heart was pounding.

What the hell is that man doing with the love letter?

Give them class flowers?

The more I thought about it, the more annoyed I became, and then I started to scold myself crazily.

He Qinghui, He Qinghui, you big idiot, how can you still be so impulsive? ?

If it is true, how will this be rounded up!

Really, all shit pots are habitually buckled on their own heads.

I hope that boy will not act impulsively...

classroom.

He Qinghui pushed the mended Wusan to Shan Yunche, "Here, I've mended everything you hooked."

Shan Yunche brought over one by one for inspection.

I thought he would praise himself after watching it, but seeing this expression...why doesn't he seem very satisfied? !

He Qing thought back, no way!Uncle, I did it so seriously and you actually reacted like this? ?

"It's not just about finishing it," Shan Yunche said while flipping through the pages, "You need to change your habit of doing questions. You have to read the article with the questions in mind, and underline the key sentences while reading. The reason for the mistake should be marked next to the wrong question. Also, After finishing, you should extract the new words, look up the usage in the dictionary and recite them.”

He Qinghui was dizzy and couldn't help complaining, "Why are there so many shits?"

Xu Yuan, who has never been able to master the essentials of reading, couldn't help sighing: "Master, I have realized it!"

He Qinghui stood up and patted Xu Yuan's head, "Stinky boy, what have you realized?"

Xu Yuan looked at He Qinghui with bright eyes, "Is this the secret to perfect English every time!! God! Begging for a book!! There are also Chinese and Mathematics!!"

He Qing flicked back on his forehead, raised his chin towards the podium, "Hey, Yuan'er, look at who it is."

"Who? Delay me and the great god to learn from the scriptures..."

Chen... Director Chen.

Chen Juan was "staring at death" in his direction.

Xu Yuan shrank immediately, obediently reading a book.

Who can tell him why the grade director came to take over the class again.

Why does the female devil like Class [-] so much? !

And what was even more frightening was that the female devil seemed to be in a bad mood.

Class [-]: What kind of human suffering is this!Lovely teacher Zhang, we miss you, come back soon! !

Chen Juan kept a straight face throughout the class, and her tone of speech didn't change a bit.

The students began to feel chills down their spines.

Lu Wenye: "I'll go, what's wrong with Director Chen, why do you feel so hostile?"

Qiao Ze: "It's not menopause..."

Qin Mo: "Fucking, please keep your voice down, if you are heard by the female devil, you will be gone."

Qiao Ze: "Our class shouldn't have committed anything lately, right? I think we've all been pretty good lately."

Qin Mo: "In short, restrain yourself, hey, it's too difficult."

It is easy to get sleepy while listening to Chinese class.

Only halfway through the class, He Qinghui began to doze off, his head bobbing every now and then.

Shan Yunche only focused on admiring He Qinghui who was stunned, and didn't hear a word Chen Juan said.

Seeing that He Qinghui's head was about to hit the table straight, Shan Yunche stretched out a palm in time to protect his forehead.

He Qinghui was still in a half-dream and half-awake state at this time.

He only felt that the thing on his forehead was soft and comfortable, so he simply pulled Shan Yunche's arm over with that hand, and slept on it like a pillow.

Do you want to be so cute?

Really.

The face was pressed against the arm, which was icy cold.

So comfortable.

Chen Juan hurriedly finished the content of this class, and there were about 10 minutes left before the end of get out of class.

"No, what are you doing so fast?"

"But it doesn't look like the female devil is going to dismiss get out of class early."

"I don't know why, but I'm starting to feel scared."

Chen Juan threw the book on the podium, "Okay, students, this is the end of today's textbook."

He Qinghui had a good night's sleep, sat up on the chair and stretched his waist.

In the end, it turned out that there was a gleaming white arm on the table, which seemed to be... smeared with... saliva? !

He looked at Shan Yunche, his big eyes were full of great doubts.

"Comfortable."

He Qing replied: "..."

Chen Juan: "He Qinghui, stand up."

He Qing, who just woke up with a confused face, replied: "?"

Xu Yuan: "I'm going, Brother Hui committed a crime again?? I think Brother Hui has clearly repented!"

Hu Ming: "I don't want you to think it, but Director Chen thinks it."

Chen Juan calmly took out a piece of pink and tender letter paper.

He Qing Hui looked at that thing so familiar.

"He Qinghui, does it look familiar?"

He Qinghui scratched his hair in a daze, "Okay, it seems a little..."

"It's good," Chen Juan hid the knife in her smile, "I still remember the love letter I wrote."

Class [-] students:? ? ? ?

He Qing recalled it.

He finally reacted.

That boy snatched the love letter last time... did he run to give the female devil a form to sue him? !

It's too cruel, it's more vicious than giving it directly to that group of flowers.

"Love letter?" Shan Yunche's smile gradually disappeared, "What love letter?"

It was too complicated for him to explain in class.

"Okay, He Qinghui, it's not enough to fight and skip class, and now you want to fall in love? You are really capable."

He Qing replied: "..."

"Well then," Chen Juan opened the envelope and took out the folded paper inside, "Come, come, come to the podium."

He Qinghui hesitated for a moment, pushed away the chair and walked around to the front of the podium from behind.

Chen Juan handed him the paper, "Come on, please read this love letter loudly and affectionately to the whole class."

Just read it.

Those who have the courage to carry it for a while but do not have the courage to continue carrying it are not good men.

He Qinghui rubbed his sleepy eyes, and read from the first line without even thinking about it.

"You are the best existence I have ever seen

You are the most beautiful existence I have ever seen

You are the clear lake in my heart

You are the most sincere belief in my heart...

Xu Yuan: "Brother Hui wrote this? Oh my god, goosebumps are going to fall all over the ground!!"

"In order to follow you and keep up with your steps, I try my best to overcome my shortcomings and make myself better, just to stand where you can see me. To let you look at me more .I know, I don't deserve it. But I still can't help but want to tell you loudly——

I like you!Shan Yunche and..."

The moment the last few words were spoken, the entire class froze.

Including He Qinghui himself.

The author has something to say: The round glasses stammered: I didn’t expect it, they are curved =w=