Qingteng's Mind - Middle School Era

Chapter 1409 Secret
They actually accepted it?
Guo Wenwen was stunned; she hadn't expected him to accept it so readily.

She prepared so many lines and so many contingency plans for awkward situations, but she didn't need to use any of them.

He just smiled and reached out to take it.

It was like receiving an ordinary note, a letter, or something perfectly commonplace.

But for her, it meant the whole world.

"Thank you, senior!" Ling Mengchu was even more excited than Guo Wenwen, grabbing her arm. "Then we won't bother you any longer! Goodbye, senior!"

Guo Wenwen blushed and glanced at Wen Qingxuan, her voice soft: "Thank you, senior."

Her voice, like her, was gentle, like a spring breeze.

Wen Qingxuan smiled at her: "You're welcome."

The two girls turned and left.

After taking a few steps, Ling Mengchu lowered her voice, almost jumping for joy: "He accepted it! He really accepted it! I knew giving it to him directly would have worked!"

Guo Wenwen didn't say anything, but just smiled and looked down.

The letter was finally sent, and a huge weight was lifted from her heart, only for another weight to rise.

Will he watch it?

What will you think after watching this?
Do you think her writing is bad?
Or... do they simply not care?
she does not know.

Wen Qingxuan stood there, watching their retreating figures, and looked down at the letter in his hand.

He hesitated for a moment and did not open it on the spot.

Liu Lu's strange shout came from behind: "Yo—Brother Xuan, someone's delivering a letter? What kind of letter? A love letter, perhaps?"

Wen Qingxuan glanced at him, ignored him, and walked straight back to the classroom.

The math problem he hadn't finished solving was still waiting for him on the table.

He sat down, picked up his pen, and his gaze fell on the title, but he couldn't help glancing again at the pale blue letter beside him.

Make friends through literature.

That's a really good word.

He smiled, gently placed the letter into the drawer, and continued working on his problems.

Sunlight streamed in through the window, casting dappled shadows on the desk. The sounds of students playing and laughing drifted down the hallway.

The classroom was as quiet as ever, with only the scratching sound of pens slicing across paper.

The letter lay quietly in the drawer, like a secret that had just begun.

As Guo Wenwen walked down the stairs, she couldn't contain her excitement and speculation.

He actually accepted it.

He accepted it with a smile, so calmly.

She hadn't originally intended to send him a letter; after all, she had only thought of enjoying the scenery from afar.

However, last week Mengmeng received a reply from "Anan," a name she had just made up and whose address she didn't even know. Surprisingly, she received a reply to the letter she had sent.

She recalled the letters Mengmeng and Lin Yijie had exchanged, like a pebble thrown into her heart, stirring up ripples—it turned out that writing letters really did work, and that those distant names really would reply.

To her even greater surprise, Ling Mengchu wrote a second letter to Ke Mengnan without hesitation, and neither He Shiling nor Geng Xinyu objected!

This ignited the little flame in her heart.

So she made a bold decision.

She borrowed Geng Xinyu's essay—Geng Xinyu's writing was excellent, a fact acknowledged by everyone in the class—and read it carefully several times. Then she secretly revised it, added her own thoughts, and neatly copied it onto a light blue letter paper.

It wasn't to write a love letter. I just wanted to... get to know him.

I want to make friends through literature, and I'd like to do it in the most dignified and least awkward way.

But now that the letter is written, how do I send it out?

She hesitated for two days, but in the end Ling Mengchu made the decision: "I'll go with you! Just give it to him! Tell him we want to exchange ideas about writing!"

And that's how this whole thing happened.

Standing in front of the classroom, Wang Xinyi and Wang Xiaoxiao spotted two familiar figures walking towards the fourth-floor stairwell. "Hey?" Wang Xinyi tugged at Wang Xiaoxiao's sleeve. "Isn't that Guo Wenwen and Ling Mengchu?"

It was indeed the two of them, walking briskly down from the fourth floor, their faces radiating an undisguised excitement.

Fourth floor?

Wang Xinyi and Wang Xiaoxiao exchanged a glance, and the same thought popped into their minds at the same time.

"They didn't go to see A-Jie again, did they?" Wang Xinyi asked in a low voice, her eyes wide open.

Wang Xiaoxiao was also stunned.

It hasn't been that long since I was called to Principal Cao's office for "tea," and now this has happened again...

"That's too daring!" Wang Xinyi murmured. "They used to go during the second period of evening self-study, but it's not even time for self-study yet..."

The two men looked at each other in bewilderment.

Instead of learning their lesson, they're getting bolder and bolder?

"What exactly happened?" Wang Xinyi frowned.

Xiaoxiao didn't speak, but just watched the two people get closer and closer. Ling Mengchu had a smug smile on her face, while Guo Wenwen lowered her head, but she couldn't suppress the curve of her lips.

Not right.

Something is very wrong.

"You guys—" Wang Xinyi was about to speak when Wang Xiaoxiao pulled her back.

"What?" Wang Xinyi looked at her, puzzled.

Wang Xiaoxiao ignored her and instead greeted her with a smile: "Where have you been all this time? Hehe, who did you go to see?"

Ling Mengchu smiled sweetly, raising her chin slightly: "Guess."

After saying that, she pulled Guo Wenwen towards the classroom, leaving behind a mysterious silhouette.

"Why are you pulling me?" Wang Xinyi looked at Wang Xiaoxiao, her face full of confusion. "Why don't you just ask? They clearly went to find A-Jie, do you even need to guess?"

Wang Xiaoxiao shook her head, her eyes narrowing into slits: "That's not necessarily true."

"What do you mean?"

"Didn't you see?" Wang Xiaoxiao lowered her voice. "When I asked her just now, Guo Wenwen's face turned red again and again, and her eyes... were completely different from usual."

Wang Xinyi was stunned.

Why did Guo Wenwen blush when she delivered a letter to A-Jie?
She suddenly widened her eyes and looked at Wang Xiaoxiao.

Wang Xiaoxiao smiled, her narrow eyes almost slits, and walked forward meaningfully.

"Oh my god—" Wang Xinyi caught up with them, "You mean, they're not going to see A-Jie, they're going to see...the boy Guo Wenwen likes?"

Wang Xiaoxiao didn't say anything, but her expression clearly said: What else?
"How dare they!" Wang Xinyi exclaimed in disbelief. "Who gave them the courage? Don't they remember being called to Principal Cao's office before?"

As soon as she said it, she realized something was wrong—it was she, Wang Xiaoxiao, and Ling Mengchu who were called to the office. Guo Wenwen seemed... to have actually not gone.

But this is too much...

Wang Xinyi followed Wang Xiaoxiao into the classroom with mixed feelings, her eyes following Guo Wenwen and Ling Mengchu.

The two people had returned to their seats and were huddled together talking, occasionally covering their mouths and laughing, their faces beaming with excitement.

"What are they so happy about?" Wang Xinyi muttered to herself, feeling like a kitten was scratching at her heart.

The school bell rang.

Guo Wenwen turned around, a smile still lingering on her face. Wang Xinyi, who had been holding back her words for the entire class, finally found an opportunity to ask.

She leaned closer and whispered, "Who were you looking for on the fourth floor?"

Guo Wenwen smiled, her eyes sparkling. She leaned close to Wang Xinyi's ear and whispered in a voice only the two of them could hear:

"Wenqingxuan".

Wang Xinyi's eyes widened instantly, like copper bells.

Good heavens! Wang Xiaoxiao actually guessed it right!