Qingteng's Mind - Middle School Era

Chapter 1405 Unsolved
Ling Mengchu clutched the light blue letter, feeling as if she were floating on clouds.

Looking at He Shiling's quiet profile, Geng Xinyu suddenly had a thought:
The owner of the thread-bound Song Dynasty poetry book that fell into the lake, the boy she met by chance on the bus, the "A-Nan" that Ling Mengchu could never forget...

Could it be the same person?
She opened her mouth, about to ask a question, when Ling Mengchu suddenly turned around:
"I think we should reply to him!"

He Shiling and Geng Xinyu were both taken aback and looked at her.

Ling Mengchu's face was full of excitement, her eyes shining as if she had discovered a new continent: "This is a good start! It's a give-and-take situation! If we write to him again, he will definitely reply!"

There is give and take.

He Shiling looked at Ling Mengchu without saying a word.

She was increasingly unable to understand what this girl was thinking. Was writing letters something that could be done casually, just like any other form of correspondence?
Geng Xinyu was taken aback at first, then turned her head to look at He Shiling with a meaningful look.

His eyes clearly said: "Are you going to take this opportunity or not?"
"Little Lingzi!" Ling Mengchu had already begun assigning tasks. "This time, you'll write it, and I'll copy it."

She turned to Geng Xinyu halfway through her sentence and said, "How about we do it like last time? Xiaoyu, write an essay first, I'll take a look at it, and then I'll revise it?"

He Shiling smiled slightly and remained silent.

This time, it was Geng Xinyu's turn to be stunned.

She was just watching the drama unfold, ready to witness the gossip between Ling Mengchu and He Shiling, but somehow it all ended up back to her.

She didn't want to get involved in this a second time.

"Write it yourself." Geng Xinyu waved her hand repeatedly, then walked past Ling Mengchu and went straight back to her seat, her movements so fast it was as if she was running away from something.

He Shiling nodded slightly, expressing her deep agreement: "Xiaoyu is right, you should write it for him yourself."

She patted Ling Mengchu on the shoulder and walked towards her seat.

She wouldn't write letters. Especially not to that person—she wasn't even familiar with him.

Ling Mengchu stood there stunned for two seconds, then nodded and muttered to herself, "That makes sense... I'll write it myself then..."

She turned and walked towards her seat, but was suddenly pulled back as she passed Wang Xinyi's table.

"A letter? A letter?" Wang Xinyi's eyes lit up like searchlights. "What does it say?"

Ling Mengchu glanced at her and said, "Study hard, focus on your studies, and don't get distracted."

Wang Xinyi pouted: "If you don't want me to see it, then you don't want me to see it. You're acting like the head of the teaching department."

"This is what the letter contained."

"Tch," Wang Xinyi rolled her eyes, "Nobody would believe that."

Without saying a word, Ling Mengchu slammed the letter onto Wang Xinyi's desk: "If you don't believe me, see for yourself."

Wang Xinyi was taken aback, then opened the letter.

Guo Wenwen, who was sitting next to her, also curiously came over, and the two of them looked down line by line with their heads close together.

The more he looked, the wider his eyes widened.

The more he looked, the stranger his expression became.

After reading the last word, the two looked at each other in disbelief.

The content written... was exactly as Ling Mengchu had said!
"Study hard, focus on your studies, and don't get distracted"—this isn't a love letter, it's clearly a homeroom teacher's end-of-term report!
“This…” Wang Xinyi opened her mouth, “This is not as interesting as the letter A-Jie wrote last time…”

Guo Wenwen added in a low voice, "This time, the stunt double defeated the real person..."

Wang Xinyi folded the letter with a complicated expression and returned it to Ling Mengchu. Ling Mengchu calmly took it, put it in the envelope, and pushed the letter in front of He Shiling:
"for you?"

He Shiling smiled slightly: "You can keep it."

"Okay." Ling Mengchu nodded and took the letter back.

Wang Xinyi was stunned by what she saw. She turned her head away blankly, lost in thought.

Wang Xiaoxiao patted Ling Mengchu on the shoulder: "What did you write? Let me see it too."

Ling Mengchu handed over the letter. Wang Xiaoxiao unfolded the letter with great anticipation, read two lines, and her eyes widened even more than Wang Xinyi's had just been.

"My goodness—" she mumbled, biting the pen in her hand, "Is this a love letter? Is this a teacher encouraging a student? Or is the teacher writing an end-of-term report?"

Geng Xinyu, sitting next to her, couldn't help but smile. She lowered her head, opened the book in front of her, and began to read earnestly. But she couldn't suppress the smile on her lips.

Wang Xiaoxiao folded the letter neatly with an incredulous look, stuffed it back into the envelope, returned it to Ling Mengchu, and then rested her chin on her hand, lost in deep thought.

It's too ridiculous.

The handsome guy that Ling Mengchu had been talking about for so long actually wrote back a letter that was so...so earnest!
The plot is going in a completely different direction than they imagined.

Three seats away, the boys were conducting another observation.

"What are they talking about?" Tang Ji couldn't help but mutter, craning his neck. "I want to see too."

Ling Chuyang didn't even look up, coldly uttering a few words: "Read the book carefully."

"Aren't you curious?" Tang Ji immediately winked and leaned closer. "What they're passing around must be something important!"

Ling Chuyang paused, his pen still in his hand.

“It’s light blue stationery.” Zhou Yuchen, who was in the front row, suddenly turned around and said in a low voice, “I saw it.”

"Right, right!" Tang Ji slapped his thigh. "You saw it too! What could it be?"

His eyes darted around, and his gossipy expression deepened: "Could it be... a love letter?"

love letter.

The two words were like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, creating ripples in the hearts of the three people.

Ling Chuyang's pen came to a complete stop.

He raised his head, his gaze involuntarily turning towards the front.

He Shiling was looking down at a book, her profile bathed in the soft light of the afternoon sun.

love letter?

For whom? Who wrote it?
He looked away and returned his gaze to the book in front of him. But the words seemed to float away, and he couldn't concentrate on any of them.

"Hey, don't make wild guesses," Zhou Yuchen waved her hand, "It might just be a regular correspondence."

"Can ordinary communications be transmitted like this?" Tang Ji didn't believe it. "There must be something going on!"

Ling Chuyang didn't participate in the discussion; he simply turned a page in his book, his gaze lingering there for a long time.

The sunlight outside the window was still warm, and the classroom was still noisy. But something had quietly changed in this ordinary evening.

That pale blue letter, that unfamiliar handwriting, that admonition to "prioritize your studies," and the glances exchanged while passing the letter—all became the biggest mystery in the classroom at that moment.

The answer to the mystery was known only to those few girls.

Tang Ji was still muttering his guesses, Zhou Yuchen occasionally chimed in, while Ling Chuyang remained silent.

But his peripheral vision would occasionally drift in that direction.

It only floats for a moment before coming back.

Like a dragonfly skimming the water, like the first leaf falling in spring, so light it leaves almost no trace.

But he himself knew that there was so much unspeakable hidden in that one glance.

The setting sun streamed in through the window, casting dappled shadows on the desk. These shadows, along with unspoken thoughts, melted into the twilight, into this ordinary yet extraordinary spring evening.

Some letters, when written, convey politeness and distance.

Some guesses, hidden in one's heart, are waves unknown to anyone.

Some gazes, though only a single glance, are enough to leave a mark on your heart.