Qingteng's Mind - Middle School Era

Chapter 1406 Love Letter
Before the bell rang for the second period of evening self-study, Tang Ji rushed into the classroom like a gust of wind, stopped precisely next to Ling Chuyang's desk, and grabbed his arm.

"I've discovered a huge secret!" Tang Ji's eyes shone like two searchlights, and his breath trembled with excitement. "Do you want to hear it?"

Ling Chuyang didn't even look up, continuing to flip through the physics book in his hand: "Say it or don't, it's up to you."

"Hey, you—" Tang Ji raised an eyebrow, about to explode.

"I'm listening!" Zhou Yuchen in the front row immediately turned around, her face full of "Tell me quickly!"

Tang Ji instantly perked up. He lowered his voice, leaned on the table, and announced, word by word:

"That was a love letter."

Zhou Yuchen's eyes widened instantly, and his mouth opened into an "O" shape. He couldn't utter a word for a long time.

Xu Renming peeked over from the side, covering his head with his hand, looking completely dazed: "Love letters? Whose love letters? Did they write love letters to each other?"

"Are you stupid?" Tang Ji rolled her eyes. "Are letters between several girls considered love letters? Of course, they're written by boys to girls, or girls to boys! Can't you even figure out something this simple?"

Xu Renming was taken aback by his retort, but he still stubbornly asked, "Then...who wrote the love letter to whom?"

"How would I know!" Tang Ji scoffed, shaking his head. "None of those three are good conversationalists. All my effort wasted trying to find out—"

The school bell rang at that moment.

As Ling Chuyang sat against the wall, his gaze involuntarily drifted past the front row and landed on that familiar figure from behind.

Was it a love letter someone else wrote to her?

He saw it very clearly—in the afternoon, Ling Mengchu handed the letter to He Shiling immediately, and then pulled her to the balcony.

If it's not something special, why avoid people?
Who wrote it?
Several names flashed through his mind. Yi Lingfei? No, he immediately dismissed the thought. Did they even need to write love letters to each other? Of course not.

Then it must be someone else.

His gaze swept across the classroom, past the girls in the front row, over the middle boy sitting at his desk, and past the boy who had just walked in through the front door—his eyes seemed to drift in a certain direction.

Is it him?
Ling Chuyang stared at Zheng Yipeng until he sat down and began whispering with Du Xiaofeng before turning his gaze away.

It probably wasn't him. He knew that Zheng Yipeng, Du Xiaofeng, and Yi Lingfei were good brothers, inseparable.

Who would that be?
She got first place in the whole grade this time, so a lot of people will be paying attention to her.

As he was thinking, he suddenly met Xu Renming's gaze, which was staring straight at him. Startled, he quickly lowered his eyes.

Old Xu found out?
So what if he found out? Others dare to write love letters, he only glanced at them.

He glanced absentmindedly at the physics book in front of him, unable to concentrate on a single word.

"What are you looking for?" Xu Renming's muffled voice came from the side.

Ling Chuyang looked up at him, but didn't say anything, then lowered her eyes again.

Xu Renming stared at him thoughtfully, about to speak—

"Stop talking, the teacher is coming!" Tang Ji quickly lowered his head.

Zhou Yuchen quickly turned around.

Xu Renming swallowed his words. Just then, the biology teacher's voice came from the front of the classroom:
"My biology class tomorrow has been switched with Teacher Ding's class; it's been moved to the day after tomorrow."

After saying that, the biology teacher turned and left, leaving a classroom full of students staring at each other in bewilderment.

After a brief silence, hushed murmurs arose.

"Change classes? Does that mean I'll have three Chinese classes tomorrow?"

"That's fantastic! We get to see Teacher Yan for three consecutive periods!"

"Great!"

Ling Mengchu patted her chest and muttered softly, "That scared me to death..."

"What are you doing that you're hiding?" Wang Xinyi suddenly turned her head, her eyes narrowed into slits. "Are you writing a love letter?" Ling Mengchu was so startled she almost jumped up: "What nonsense are you talking about? You're the one writing a love letter!"

Does Wang Xinyi have eyes in the back of her head? How does she know she's actually writing a reply to Anan?
Wang Xinyi chuckled softly, then leaned over Ling Mengchu's desk and whispered in her ear, "I thought you were writing a reply to Anan, hehe."

Ling Mengchu stared at Wang Xinyi for a few seconds, then lowered her head and remained silent.

Wang Xinyi smiled and glanced at Wang Xiaoxiao, who was also smiling behind her. She then glanced at Geng Xinyu, who was reading attentively, and He Shiling, who was engrossed in her homework. She covered her mouth, chuckled softly, and turned away.

Guo Wenwen leaned over and whispered a few words to her, and the two parted with smiles on their faces.

Ling Mengchu quietly lifted her chemistry textbook, revealing a corner of light blue letter paper, before immediately covering it again. She cautiously glanced forward, moved the textbook up a little, casually pulled out an exercise book and placed it under her hand, revealing two blank lines of letter paper, and began to write.

Each stroke is deliberate and careful.

He Shiling withdrew her gaze, a slight smile playing on her lips, which she quickly suppressed.

Ah, Mengmeng is indeed writing a letter to Anan.

When the bell rang to signal the end of evening self-study, the classroom began to buzz with noise.

Meng carefully folded the light blue letter and gently handed it to He Shiling, lowering her voice:

"Do you think my writing style is okay?"

He Shiling took the letter and her eyes quickly scanned the words.

The letter was short, but the handwriting was neat, every stroke showing care. The content... well, it was much bolder than his reply.

“Anan:
Hello, it's me again, Ling Mengchu.

I received your reply! Although the content is like a homeroom teacher's comment, I'm still very happy.

You're right that we should prioritize our studies; we'll study hard.

But writing letters occasionally shouldn't be a problem, right? Hehe. By the way, can you guess who I am?

Who is it? I'm the short-haired girl sitting next to you. The idea of ​​writing a letter...

It was actually my idea; it has nothing to do with Xiaolingzi (the girl sitting by the window). Don't...

misunderstanding.

If you'd like, we can continue to correspond and encourage each other in our studies, okay?
good?"

After reading it, He Shiling nodded: "Okay."

Ling Mengchu's eyes lit up: "Then I'll mail it tomorrow!"

She covered her mouth and chuckled softly, then carefully tucked the letter into the innermost part of the drawer like a precious treasure.

He Shiling smiled, and paused for a moment as she twirled her pen.

I wonder what kind of expression Ke Mengnan will have when she receives this letter?
It should be... quite interesting.

Three days later, Lingnuo Middle School.

During lunch break, Ke Mengnan went to the mailroom as usual. Ever since he sent that reply, he had been unconsciously heading over there—although he said he was "focusing on his studies," he was still hoping for something.

"Ke Mengnan, there's a letter for you!" The old man at the mailroom waved the light blue envelope in his hand.

My heart skipped a beat.

He took the letter; the handwriting on the envelope looked somewhat familiar—just like the previous one, delicate yet with a touch of childishness. At the bottom, there were still two names: He Shiling and Ling Mengchu.

He held the letter but didn't open it immediately. Instead, he walked to a corner of the playground, took a deep breath, and carefully tore open the seal.

Unfold the letter, and lines of text come into view.

He was slightly taken aback.