Lan Shao's cute and playful wife

Chapter 10 Difficulties
But that boy was like an earthworm, he burrowed through the crowd and ran to the podium, his name was Qiao Mo, he was a well-known troublemaker in the class, seeing that I wanted to catch up with him, he called his good brothers Shu Weiyu and Zhanchen stop me.

They stand in front of me, men and women can't kiss each other, I don't dare to squeeze.

Qiao Mo on the podium let out a loud cry, and opened the love letter, "So it's a love letter, let me have a look."

Hangshao's peach blossom eyes read the love letter carefully, and after a while, he cleared his throat and said, "Everyone! This is a love letter to the class leader Lan Zhongwen, do you want to hear it?"

Immediately, there was a burst of whistles from boys under the podium.

The girls who were chatting also turned their heads to look at Qiao Mo, and listened with pricked ears.

"Dear Zhongwen." Qiao Mo squeezed his throat in a strange way, "Please allow me to call you like this, okay? I really hope you can be my closest friend. I know you will enter high school this year, As your friend, I should have allowed you to devote yourself to your studies and not disturb you, but now I am really distressed."

As Qiao Mo talked, he broke out into a strange laugh, "This feeling can be regarded as a memory, but it was at a loss at the time. I like this poem, but I don't like the ending, so I made up my mind to write this letter. I know what you will think of me after reading it, but I don’t care so much anymore. My heart is so heavy and tired from this feeling, and now I finally tell you. I don’t want to write too much , as long as you can understand my heart is enough. Every story must have an ending, right? I look forward to your answer, will you like me?"

The whole class was in an uproar, looking at the recipient Lan Zhongwen.

Lan Zhongwen was expressionless, as if it had nothing to do with him, he was quietly reviewing.

Qiao Mo gave a smirk, looked at the blank signature area, and looked at me anxiously with a narrow smile, "Xiao Jiujiu, so you like Lan Zhongwen."

Lan Zhongwen's body froze slightly, and he slowly raised his head to look at me, his eyes were as deep as a dark ancient well that had been sealed for a thousand years, it was weird but frightening.

I blushed and waved my paw to explain, "Qiao Mo, what nonsense are you talking about? I didn't write this letter, it was written by a girl from class three."

"Oh!" The boy below made a long-awaited booing. Qiao Mo was dubious and stared at me, who was blushing. "Written by a girl from Class [-]? What's your name?"

I was so embarrassed that I opened my mouth and said, "I don't know what her name is."

"Come on, Xiao Jiujiu, I think you wrote this letter. Sitting together every day, we will fall in love for a long time."

The boys looked at me maliciously, and the girls glared at me angrily, thinking that I was shameless and shameless.Qiao Mo came over, threw the letter on top of my head, and fled away like flying.

"Qiao Mo, you bastard!" I chased after him, but he ran faster than the motor, and after a few flashes, his figure disappeared at the end of the corridor.

"Bastard!" My roar echoed in the long corridor, and now I really can't speak, I can't express my suffering.

Going back to my seat and sitting down, Lan Zhongwen ignored me, with a stinky face, I simply stuffed the love letter into my schoolbag, stared angrily at the top of the blackboard and studied hard, scribbling upward every day in a daze.

The melodious singing sounded again from the radio station, and after a while, the principal's loud voice came again, informing all the students to move their chairs to the auditorium for a meeting.

The homeroom teacher smiled, walked into the classroom and said to everyone, "Everyone, good news. Our principal has found several charity fundraisers for Lin Xiujin. Now everyone gathers in the auditorium and attends the fundraising appreciation meeting on time at 09:30."

After the head teacher finished speaking, he called Lan Zhongwen outside the classroom, and asked the students to line up from one group to five groups according to the seat number. The chairs used to be wooden stools, a long one, for two people to sit.

Since Lan Zhongwen was transferred away, I had to carry the chair alone. As soon as the chair was lifted, my face turned pale instantly, because I could clearly see a ball of dark red blood on the chair.

Why is there blood? !
When I touched the back of the black cloth trousers, it was also wet, sticky and had a fishy smell.

Why is it bleeding?What's wrong with me?I'm injured?But I don't think it hurts where it hurts.

There was already an assembly outside the classroom, so I had no choice but to cover the blood on the chair with my hand, hold the stool with the other hand, and go out to assemble with a pale face.

Am I suffering from some terminal illness?With so much blood, am I going to die?The more I think about it, the more sad I become, and my heart breaks. I am only so young, and I am about to die.

His eyes were red from holding back.

The teacher went to the front to meet the team. Lan Zhongwen returned to the line and picked up the chair at the other end. Seeing my red eye circles, he was shocked, "Jiujiu, what's wrong with you?"

I made a bitter face, "Lan Zhongwen, I'm going to die."

He had long forgotten the stalk of the love letter, and asked worriedly, "Why are you dying?"

I secretly moved my hand away to let him see the blood on the chair, "Look, I bleed a lot, I'm going to die."

Lan Zhongwen turned pale with shock, "Where did you get hurt?"

"I don't know, it should be my butt. I bleed a lot, but it doesn't hurt." I don't know how to describe the miserable mood right now, I just feel like the land is falling apart and my heart is ashamed.

"Jiujiu, you put down the chair first, I'll go and tell the teacher, you wait for me here." After finishing speaking, he rushed to the front of the line and said a few words to the teacher, pointing at me, with a worried expression on his face.

I couldn't hear what he said, but I saw the teacher nodded, and he ran back and picked up the chair, "Jiujiu, I'm asking for leave for you. You go to the classroom to get your schoolbag, and I'll take you home."

After picking up the bicycle, I sat on the crossbeam in his arms. On the way home, I felt as heavy as going to a grave.

Lan Zhongwen's complexion was not much better either, with a serious expression on his face.The bicycle was galloping fast on the concrete avenue, and no one spoke, silent and depressed.

I looked up, and the sun was shining on his face, the sharp outlines were condensed into a ghostly color, the eyelashes were thick and long, like the wings of a butterfly about to flutter, fluttering lightly.

I tightly grasped the corner of his clothes, trembling my lips, "Wait a minute, Lan Zhongwen, I'm not going home."

He stopped the car, and in the light and shadow of autumn charm, his lips, which were as red as swallow fat, parted, but he couldn't say anything, he was at a loss.

(End of this chapter)