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Chapter 117 The Confiscated Love Letter 2
After hesitating for a long time, after returning to the classroom, Hu Youyou still couldn't help telling Jiang Enwei about the love letter, and she exclaimed exaggeratedly, "Ah? You said that Ah Nan wrote you a love letter... ..."

In the middle of the sentence, under the attention of everyone waiting, Hu Youyou hurriedly covered Jiang Enwei's mouth, winked for a while, and gestured "shh" with his fingers to tell her not to yell.

Seeing Enwei nodded, Sha Maoer let go, and told her that she also felt very strange, she didn't know Su Haonan at all before, as a little-known little person, she was not as good-looking as Shen Meng, and her grades were average, Why did he give himself a love letter?
"Who said you are not as good-looking as Shen Meng? I don't like her tall and cold ice-block girl. How can you be so kind and cute like a cat?" Jiang Enwei praised Hu Youyou for a while.

She said that Maomao is very cute, with a little fat face, big eyes, and a cute smile. It can be said that it is pure, beautiful, cute, and sweet. It makes people feel very innocent, innocent, and easy to deceive, so She just picked her to be a good friend.

"Stop, stop, stop! Those words before are quite pleasant to the ear, but why am I so easy to deceive?" Hu Youyou said, puffing up his cheeks, "I'm called Dazhi Ruoyu, understand?"

"Hahahaha, okay, admitting that I'm 'foolish' is still self-knowledge," Jiang Enwei smiled and patted her on the shoulder, "By the way, Ah Nan really has a good eye, as expected of my good.friend when I was young, not bad."

After she finished speaking, she asked Hu Youyou to take apart the love letter and have a look, otherwise, no one would know what Ah Nan was thinking in her heart, and why she fell in love with Mao Mao again. Maybe it was love at first sight, or maybe it was a secret love.

When Hu Youyou opened the letter, the school bell rang for evening self-study. She was hesitating whether to read it after class, but Jiang Enwei, who was impatient, grabbed her and helped open the letter.

"Hey!" Sha Maomao anxiously snatched it back, "Let me watch it first..."

"What are you afraid of? That kid probably won't be able to write any restricted-level words. Let me check for you first and see his writing style."

The two were scrambling to grab the letter happily. Suddenly another big hand appeared on the white-green envelope. The skin on the back of the hand was dark and yellowish.

The visitor tore away the letter and read it condescendingly on the spot.

This tasteless guy is none other than one of Hu Youyou's most disliked subject teachers, the biology teacher who caught her in the office to criticize her.

The biology teacher read: "A boy fell in love with a girl, since when did he fall in love with it?

He thought for a long time, recalling and recalling, remembering that it was in a dusk mixed with drizzle.

I still vaguely remember that during the time after class, the originally quiet campus gradually became bustling and crowded.

Through the gap between the swaying people, he saw her, holding an umbrella with white flowers on a blue background.

It was a sad and gloomy weather, but the girl with the umbrella smiled brightly.

The bright eyes that flicker with a smile are curved, like the moon, conveying a soft light.

Just that one glance, illuminated the oppressive atmosphere around, and shone into the boy's heart..."

Before the biology teacher finished reading, taking advantage of his lack of preparedness, Hu Youyou raised the cat's paw and snatched the letter back.

Competing with each other, the little girl anxiously tore the envelope into several pieces, quickly kneaded it into a ball, and held it in her hand.

After tearing it off, the girl said confidently: "Teacher, it's wrong to read other people's things, and it's even worse to read them out."

"Is it right for you to send love letters to each other?" The biology teacher said angrily, "Do you still take the school rules seriously?"

"Who said this is a love letter?" Mao Mao, who has always been slack, was rarely alert, and rolled her eyes. She said, "This is a collection of good words, sentences, and stories I copied from magazines and newspapers. It's nothing at all. love letter."

(End of this chapter)