Tao You looked at the envelope on the table, sighed deeply, and lowered his shoulders, "He looks good, but what's not good about him is that he is venomous and sly, and he looks like a different person in front of his classmates. One day He puts on airs at night, and when he comes to the teacher, he is a helpful and honest student. He dares not go west when the teacher tells him to go east."
"Tell me, what are these girls thinking? Is there something wrong with their eyes?" Tao You also held up his chin and said, "In our school, the appearance is better than that of Song Yimian... almost the same. Although it is less, it is still good. It’s not that he has a personality that is countless times better than his. In that first lieutenant colonel ranking list you showed me before, Song Yimian was not on it either. I was thinking, he hasn’t done anything big recently, so why are there so many? So many fangirls.”
Hong Xiqi shook her finger, clicked her tongue, and said, "You don't understand. Many girls nowadays like Song Yimian, and the ranking I showed you last time was the previous one." It seems that the selection for this year has not started yet. Song Yimian must have missed the top three. Gold will always shine, not to mention someone like him who is born with an aura. "
"I estimate that you may receive more love letters from Song Yimian in the future." Hong Xiqi touched her chin and the old man said.
Tao You picked up the envelope and asked, "What about this, should I just put it in his desk?"
"Tao You, what did you get?" Gu Yi's voice suddenly appeared at the back door of the classroom.
Tao You quickly stuffed the envelope under the book: "It's nothing." She looked back and saw Song Yimian was there too, with a smear on his face. He walked to his seat, took the water glass and walked out without even saying hello.
"Next physical education class, why are you back?" Tao You asked guiltily, looking at Song Yimian's face carefully.
"Get the water glass." Gu Yi raised his eyebrows and looked at the books on Tao You's table, "The color is quite fresh. Who gave it to you?"
Tao You held down the textbook with his arm and said, "There is nothing. You must have read it wrong."
Song Yimian stood at the door waiting for Gu Yi and said coldly: "Let's go or not." After the words fell, he glanced at Tao You whose eyes were wandering. Thinking of the envelope she was holding just now, he felt unhappy and thought of himself. Strided downstairs.
"Here, brother Mian, wait for me." Gu Yi shouted, catching up with Song Yimian
When Song Yimian and Gu Yi walked away, Tao You took out the envelope and stuffed it into the corner of Song Yimian's desk. He had completed the task. Whether he could find it depends on whether Song Yimian tidied his desk today. Tao You You let out a long sigh of relief and ran to the playground with Hong Xiqi.
"Tao You, was that letter you just picked up given to you by Zhao Ningwei?" Zhou Moyang asked while running laps to warm up in physical education class, speeding up his pace and catching up with Tao You.
Tao You didn't want to talk while running, and said perfunctorily: "Yeah."
Zhou Moyang followed Tao You's speed for a while. He was already a little exhausted and his breath was ragged, but he still persisted, "Then, do you accept it? Is it for you or for someone else?" Two sentences He spoke intermittently.
Tao You didn't expect Zhou Moyang to be such a gossip. She originally thought that he would be different from other classmates. Tao You felt that their relationship was just ordinary, not good enough to talk about anything, and her favorability towards him instantly dropped a lot. :"Um."
"Zhou Moyang!" Gu Yi shouted from behind, "Go back to your place! Run in an orderly manner! Those who don't follow the team will be punished later!"
What else did Zhou Moyang want to ask, but Tao You didn't want to talk to him anymore. He suddenly quickened his pace and ran forward, leaving Zhou Moyang behind. Zhou Moyang also tried to keep up with Tao You's speed, but found that he was being thrown further and further away. Gu Yi's voice kept coming from behind him. After thinking about it, he returned to the team, but his eyes were fixed on Tao You in front.
"Brother Mian, what do you think I did?" Gu Yi waited for Zhou Moyang to return to the team, and asked Song Yimian for credit with a flattering smile.
"Yeah." Song Yimian's face was expressionless, and he couldn't tell whether he was in good or bad mood.
"Then..." Gu Yi said tentatively, "those limited edition sneakers..."
Song Yimian said without hesitation: "One month."
Gu Yi jumped forward happily and said, "Don't regret it! I'll go back with you to get it in the evening."
There was no training in the evening, but there was a self-study class. Before get out of class, the head teacher specifically asked them to clear away all the remaining things in the desks. On weekends, the school had to decorate the examination room, and the tables and chairs were all messed up. (The next page is more exciting!)
, the remaining items will also be disposed of together.
There were not many things left in Tao You's desk. She didn't want to be asked about the letter by Song Yimian in person, so she packed her schoolbag as early as the self-study class. When the school bell rang, she followed the teacher out of the classroom. .
Tao You was lying on the bed at night. His body was very tired, but his mind was extremely active. He wondered if Song Yimian had seen the letter and how he dealt with it. He wanted to send a message to ask, so he opened the chat page and thought about it. Put down the phone again.
The stars were sparse and the night was deep. Only the desk lamp in Song Yimian's room was still on. Under the lamp was a blue envelope, which was the one Tao You put on his desk. Song Yimian stared at it for a while, and kept thinking about how Tao You felt guilty and panicked when they found the letter that day. He thought some boy gave it to her, but it turned out that it was for him. No wonder he ran away from school. So quickly, it turned out to be shy. Thinking of this, Song Yi couldn't help but laugh out loud: "You little fool, you are still wasting your time by drawing the patterns yourself."
He cleaned up his desk after school in the evening and pulled out the letter with one corner turned up. The first thought that flashed through his mind was not to be discovered by Gu Yi, so he stuffed it into his schoolbag without looking carefully. He had received this letter since he was a child. There are few love letters, but this time, he was very nervous and excited.
songs On the table, his tongue pressed against the lip flesh on one side, his hands crossed his chest, he laughed angrily, took out his mobile phone, and called Tao You directly without thinking about the time. Junqu Pavilion
"Hello?" Tao You was already asleep and answered the phone in a daze.
"Who is Zhao Ningwei?" Song Yimian asked straight to the point.
Tao You suddenly woke up, sat up from the bed, and wiped the saliva from the corner of his lips, "She is the senior sister who came to see me today. Did you read the letter?"
Song Yimian remained silent and said nothing.
"She came to me today and asked me to give this to you. I didn't find a chance, so I put the letter on your desk. After you read it, remember to give it a reply." Tao You explained to himself, "She gave it to me It’s a beautiful painting, I can’t refuse it..."
"So," Song Yimian said in a deep voice before Tao You finished speaking, "you agreed to her request just because of a painting?"
"Tao You, can you be a bit successful? You can't buy paintings anywhere! You have time to deliver letters to others, but why don't you have time to improve your grades?! As long as you put this little thought into your studies, you won't be able to You're so bad at studying!" Song Yijian said and hung up the phone.
He threw the phone on the bed and looked at the letter again before turning off the light. He felt it was really an eyesore, so he stretched out his hand to tear it up and throw it into the trash can.
Tao You looked at the hung up phone, pouted and muttered to himself: "I just can't buy that painting. I tried to refuse it. It's just a letter. If you don't want it, just give it back. I'm sorry." What did I lose my temper for?"
After the college entrance examination, Tao You went back to school. He took almost a week off and almost got up late in the morning.
"Mom, I'm leaving." Tao You closed the door with the bread in his mouth and rushed out of the community.
Tao's mother was on holiday today. She rarely slept until she woke up naturally. When she got up to clean up the house, she found that Tao You's textbooks were left at home: "This child is confused day by day. He can't even pack the books." She called Tao You one after another. I called several times but no one answered. Thinking that she might need it during the day, I changed my clothes and drove to No. 1 Middle School to deliver books to Tao You.
"Hello, classmate, I guess Tao You is here." Tao's mother smiled and greeted her classmates sitting at the door.
"Tao You?" The classmate looked back and said, "She's not here."
Tao's mother wondered: "Hey, that's impossible. She went out early in the morning. How could she not be here?" She said, looking into the classroom.
The classmate kindly explained: "Tao You has tennis training this morning. He won't come until later. He is at the tennis court now."
Tao's mother was stunned there, unable to believe her ears: "Tennis? How is it possible? Our Xiaoyou doesn't play tennis." She denied with a smile, "Did you remember it wrong?"
The classmate shook his head and said, "Impossible. There is only Tao You in our class. She plays all the time and is on the school team. Auntie, who are you?" It's so interesting to think about Auntie. I play with Tao You every day. You were in class together, how could you remember it wrong?
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Mother Tao's expression was stiff and she smiled reluctantly: "I am her mother. I will give this book to her when she comes back. Thank you." After saying that, Mother Tao walked out, walking in a hurry, which can be seen from her back. Her anger. .
