Qingteng's Mind - Middle School Era

Chapter 1378 Chance Encounter
"Look, that person."

Wang Xinyi tugged at Wang Xiaoxiao, who in turn tugged at Geng Xinyu, gesturing with her eyes to look at the boy on the left.

Geng Xinyu looked over with a hint of confusion, only to see three boys walking past from the left:

"The answer should be C. It's asking about international significance, not domestic impact," said a guy with a buzz cut. "Didn't you read the question carefully?"

“You didn’t read the question carefully,” one of the boys, whose backs were to them, chimed in without backing down. “It ends by saying the significance and impact of this event. The answer should be D.”

They're so focused! They're even discussing homework while walking. They're much better than the others.

Geng Xinyu smiled slightly. The girls were pulling her along, "chance encounters" all over the campus, looking at handsome guys.

"How could that be? You're mistaken, it's C." "You're mistaken, it's D."

The boys on the left and right sides started arguing, neither willing to give in.

"Stop, stop," the boy in the middle chuckled and raised his hand. "You guys didn't look carefully. This is a multiple-choice question."

These words immediately silenced the two boys on either side of him, who stared at each other, speechless.

Geng Xinyu couldn't help but smile; these two were quite a character.

“Isn’t that interesting?” Wang Xiaoxiao tugged at Geng Xinyu and whispered, “The fair-skinned boy in the middle is the handsome guy Wenwen was talking about.”

Huh? Geng Xinyu opened her almond-shaped eyes slightly and looked to the left after seeing Wang Xiaoxiao's eyes narrowed into slits with a smile.

"Didn't you guys notice?" The boy in the middle looked around. "There's also an E option."

The two boys on either side shook their heads blankly and said in unison, "I thought it was a multiple choice question."

"Oh no, we got it wrong again." "I didn't even realize it was a multiple-choice question." The two boys looked regretful and remorseful.

"It's just practice. Be more careful with the questions next time," the boy in the middle said with a light laugh. "Don't feel sorry. Now is the crucial period for identifying and filling in the gaps in our knowledge. It's much better to find problems now than after the college entrance exam."

"That's true." "You're right. I'll be more careful in the future and won't just fill in the answer when I see a familiar question." "Yes, yes."

The two boys chimed in, talking incessantly.

"So studious," Geng Xinyu said with a smile, glancing at Guo Wenwen on her right. "Is she a top student?"

Guo Wenwen smiled, but before she could answer, Wang Xinyi's voice came through:
"I heard it's from the top-performing humanities class in the senior year of high school."

"I see," Geng Xinyu said, turning to Guo Wenwen with a knowing look. "This is good."

Guo Wenwen blushed slightly and glanced at the people walking by on her left: "I've only bumped into them twice."

"Is it always about studying?" Geng Xinyu couldn't help but ask, "Or is it just this time?"

“It’s always like this.” Ling Mengchu tugged at Guo Wenwen, her glasses-covered eyes crinkling into crescent moons with laughter. “It’s rare to find someone so studious.”

“Take him as a role model and see which university he attends,” Wang Xiaoxiao raised her eyebrows. “You should apply too, and then we can see each other often.”

“That’s great, I think it’s a good idea.” Wang Xinyi came up from behind and grabbed Guo Wenwen’s shoulder. “We can openly ‘bump into’ each other in college, former classmates, future juniors, hehe.”

“What are you talking about?” Guo Wenwen’s face turned red again and again. “I’ve never spoken to him. I just happened to run into him and glanced at him from afar. I was just admiring the scenery and had no other thoughts.”

“That’s easy. Just have Xiaoyu write an article for you and send it over,” Wang Xinyi patted Ling Mengchu on the shoulder. “Maybe she’ll reply like Xiaomeng did. That way, you’ll get to know each other.”

Ling Mengchu glared at Wang Xinyi, thought for a moment, and nodded: "That makes sense."

“I think it’s feasible too,” Wang Xiaoxiao chimed in. “Let’s see the magic of Xiaoyu’s writing. Maybe she’ll actually reply.”

Guo Wenwen remained silent for a moment, looking down at the road beneath her feet. Geng Xinyu glanced at Guo Wenwen, who was looking down at the road. The atmosphere had already been built up to this point; if she disagreed, wouldn't that spoil everyone's fun?

"Then let Wenwen give it a try, albeit reluctantly."

These words instantly delighted the group, attracting frequent glances from passersby.

Geng Xinyu looked at Guo Wenwen and caught the glint of fire in her eyes: "I can write it, but you must write another copy. Remember, don't copy it with my name on it."

The group burst into laughter. Amid the laughter, Ling Mengchu awkwardly raised her hand to smooth her hair.

"No, don't worry," Wang Xinyi said with a smile. "After Wenwen finishes writing, we'll help her check the signature."

Wang Xiaoxiao chuckled but didn't say anything.

Guo Wenwen nodded and looked at Geng Xinyu: "Don't worry, it definitely won't happen this time."

"Oh, by the way, Wenwen, are you writing it yourself, or will Xiaomeng write it for you?" Wang Xinyi suddenly asked.

Guo Wenwen was stunned for a moment, then looked at Wang Xinyi and then at Ling Mengchu. She had written the letter herself, Xiao Meng had written it for her, and Xiao Yu had written the article. So what was she doing?
Only responsible for the signature?
“Of course Wenwen should copy it herself,” Wang Xiaoxiao patted Wang Xinyi’s shoulder. “Silly girl, how can you let Mengmeng write this for you? Although her handwriting is beautiful, this is a love letter.”

These words made Guo Wenwen blush repeatedly, Ling Mengchu's face paled slightly, and Geng Xinyu's smile froze.

Xiaoxiao's words seem to make sense; shouldn't this be considered a love letter? Why is she acting as the "snatcher"?
I accidentally dug a hole for myself!
"Love letter?" Wang Xinyi laughed. "What love letter? Nonsense. Xiaoyu wrote beautiful prose, beautiful prose. We're just making friends through literature. What nonsense are you talking about? Right, Wenwen?"

Guo Wenwen nodded, then suddenly saw someone passing by on her left and turned around, her face flushing again.

Did he hear that?

Probably not. They were about four or five meters apart, and their voices weren't loud.

Is it to make friends through literature? So, why is Mengmeng delivering letters so openly and diligently? Geng Xinyu couldn't help but look at Ling Mengchu, only to see her turn her head and look behind her.

What are you looking at?

Geng Xinyu turned her head involuntarily, and the next second, she met a pair of bright, smiling eyes from a 45-degree angle to her right rear, about five meters away.

Him? Lin Yijie?
Such a coincidence?
Geng Xinyu turned her head.

“Just let us know when you need us to help you deliver the letter,” Wang Xinyi said with a smile. “You and Xiao Meng can go too. Hey, Xiao Meng, what are you looking at?”

"It's nothing." Ling Mengchu turned her head.

She didn't believe it. Wang Xinyi pouted and turned her head away. The next second, she patted Ling Mengchu's shoulder and said, "Hey, A-Jie is to the right rear. What a coincidence."

As soon as he finished speaking, he moved closer to Geng Xinyu and said, "Xiaoyu, that A-Jie, the boy who looks a lot like A-Nan, is right behind us. Look!"

Geng Xinyu smiled slightly, looked behind her, and met those bright, smiling eyes.

What is he laughing at?

Who cares what he's laughing at? She didn't write the letter, nor did she send it. She was just writing a lyrical essay. As Xinxin said, it's about making friends through writing. It's Mengmeng making friends, not her. What is she worried about? It's just needless worry.

Thinking of this, Geng Xinyu smiled brightly at the person and turned around.

He laughs, and she laughs too.

Lin Yijie was stunned for a moment, then laughed, unable to suppress the smile on his lips. It really was her.

The girl who delivered the letter was her friend.