Just when the animated clip was about to end, the screen switched to a real campus scene, starting with the woods in a corner of the school playground, where the figure of a girl in a white skirt could be vaguely seen sitting on a swing swinging gently.
"Is it an Easter egg at the end?" A classmate stared curiously at the huge screen. He had never noticed it before watching this movie.
"Don't you think this scene looks a bit like our school?" As the camera gradually zoomed in, the members of the literary club felt a sense of déjà vu.
The figure of the girl in the white dress became clearer and clearer. Her black hair fell down like a waterfall. Her figure was slender and soft. She seemed to be holding a book in her hand and slowly flipping through it on the swing. The golden sunshine shone on her body. They all seemed to be cast in a holy light.
"Wait a minute, this looks like the president of our literary club." A boy said. This cotton white dress was so familiar to them.
Perhaps to confirm their suspicions, the scene that was broadcast subsequently was a collection of photos of classmates from the literary club, but the person who appeared most in the photos was Chen Wenwen.
There are moments when she is lying in front of the classroom window watching the sunset outside. There are scenes where the literary club is doing activities and Chen Wenwen is delivering a speech. There are scenes where she is walking with her close classmates in the crowd after school, and there are scenes where she is sitting quietly on a bench in the corridor reading a book. picture.
But every picture and frame captures the girl beautifully, and the surrounding environment perfectly sets off Chen Wenwen's quiet and elegant temperament.
So much so that the male members of the literary club couldn't open their eyes at this moment, saying, "The beauty of the class is the beauty of the class, no matter how the photo is taken, she is the goddess of their dreams."
Only Chen Wenwen looked hesitant when she woke up and saw this scene. She looked in Lu Mingfei's direction from time to time, with a look of struggle flashing in her eyes. She seems to have noticed the real person behind this drama.
Sure enough, when frames of high-definition photos flashed by and finally formed a beating heart frame, below were the words written by pressing keys continuously.
"Three years have passed, and our classmates in the literary club are about to separate. Maybe it will be difficult to see each other again after separation. From now on, every spring, summer, autumn and winter, when the snow falls and the snow melts, we will no longer be together. It will be a little sad to think about it. .
As the director of the literary club, I, Lu Mingfei, am very happy to give you my final farewell speech in this way. Originally, I should say these words to all my classmates, but now I only want to say them to one person. "
"Chen Wenwen, I like you. I have liked you for three years. I don't want to have any regrets at the last moment of separation, leaving you unaware that there is someone who has been secretly in love with you for three years. Are you willing to accept my confession?"
The students who saw these words played on the big screen were instantly shocked. Everyone was watching the excitement and the whole ground was boiling. Now they don't care if Lu Mingfei was a loser before, and they dare to confess to the class beauty in front of so many people. This is enough to illustrate courage.
Even if they failed, this group of classmates would be able to make a deep impression at future gatherings, and Lu Mingfei's incident would be something to talk about.
Only Zhao Menghua, who was wearing a wrinkled silver suit, was sitting on the seat holding wilted roses in confusion. What was going on? Didn't he decide to lead all the boys to confess their feelings to Chen Wenwen from the very beginning?
Why is it that now that the movie is over, he seems to have done nothing, just waiting for the limelight to be revealed by Lu Mingfei, a bad boy he despises the most. Isn't this not his style?
No, Zhao Menghua twisted his neck. Why did he feel like he had been beaten hard during this two-hour movie viewing that was supposed to be comfortable, and all the bones in his body were about to fall apart.
Lu Mingfei, who had been forcibly pulled up from the ground by the bad guy, was still lying on his seat and fast asleep, with glistening saliva flowing out of the corner of his mouth. From time to time, he would smash his mouth, revealing a piggy smile.
He seems to have dreamed that Chen Wenwen would agree to his proposal in the future, and he would get down on one knee and put the ring on the girl's hand.
Then he was woken up by deafening cheers and hands rushing from all directions. When Lu Mingfei opened his eyes, he felt that the world had changed. Everyone looked at him with a heroic look, and the girls had admiration in their eyes. , even the boys have a "brother is so fierce" expression.
After all, he said what almost all the male members of the literary club were hiding in their hearts but afraid to say.
If Zhao Menghua brings back a beauty, when these guys clapped their hands and congratulated each other, they would only say in their hearts, "It's just that the person is more handsome." snarky words.
But Lu Mingfei's success this time was completely based on the script of diaosi's counterattack. He was the one who broke the conventional laws of love and was the hero who created miracles.
"Promise him! Promise him!"
"Promise him..."
I don’t know which brother made the shout, but more and more members spontaneously stood up, clapped their hands, laughed and shouted loudly.
Some members even spontaneously made way for a passage between Lu Mingfei and Chen Wenwen, who was blushing.
The boy suddenly felt a sense of urgency to put the duck on the shelves. He almost turned around every step of the way, holding a paper bag filled with bluebells and dandelions and handed it to Chen Wenwen.
Chen Wenwen followed with a shy expression.
"oh……"
Seeing this scene, the club members burst into deafening cheers again, almost tearing off the roof of the screening room. Even the projectionist who was responsible for inserting Lu Mingfei's confession into the VCR couldn't help but grin and give a thumbs up. , young people are noisy and energetic.
"Kiss me! Kiss me!"
It was probably that brother who was instigating the crowd. Zhao Menghua and his younger brothers patrolled back and forth angrily but could not find the hateful guy. Instead, they provoked more people to make noises.
Lu Mingfei scratched his head and made no move, waiting for Chen Wenwen's response with a wry smile.
"Lu Mingfei..."
The girl in the cotton white skirt kept her head down after taking the paper bag, her expression unclear. It wasn't until the booing got louder that she looked up at the boy in front of her with determination and said.
"You are a good person. You have always had a good temper, whether with me or with everyone. No matter how much everyone makes fun of you, you never seem to get angry."
"You have always been diligent in your work in the literary club. Whenever I need you when I have difficulties, you will come forward and never complain. You are a very sincere and good person. I believe that I will be able to find more people in the future. Suitable for your significant other.”
Chen Wenwen always speaks in a soft voice, but it is clearly transmitted to the ears of every audience who pays attention. The booing atmosphere gradually weakens as Chen Wenwen politely expresses her attitude. Everyone stopped shouting in unison.
"That's right." The passion in Lu Mingfei's eyes dimmed visibly, and he lowered his head calmly. The newly ignited blood was as cold as a layer of frost.
He felt like the loser dog mentioned in Xing Ye's line about Journey to the West, a complete loser.
"It's okay. At least I did what I wanted to do. Even if the result is unsatisfactory, I won't have any regrets, right?"
Lu Mingfei cheered up and forced a smile to the girl in front of him, but his eyes felt a little moist for no reason, as if he could cry in embarrassment at any time if his nose became sore.
