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Chapter 119 Let Luo Weiwei Like Me
Two people stood on the boulder, and the reduced version of Yucheng below looked like an exquisite oil painting from the [-]th century.

Shen Mucheng said: "I'll make a sample for you."

He bent his hands in the shape of a trumpet, brought them to his lips, took a breath and shouted loudly: "Let Luo Weiwei like me—"

Do you like me--

There seems to be an echo coming from the foot of the mountain.

Luo Weiwei was still a single girl, and although she was usually thick-skinned, she had never experienced this kind of confession. Her face was slightly red, and she gave a dry cough uncomfortably.It's just that this discomfort has nothing to do with whether you like it or not, it's just pure discomfort.

Shen Mucheng turned to look at her, and said without shame: "It's your turn, sister Weiwei."

After a pause, Luo Weiwei looked at Shen Mucheng and asked, "Do you really want me to express my unhappiness?"

Shen Mucheng made a "please" gesture.

"Ahem!" Luo Weiwei coughed twice, cleared her throat, and followed Shen Mucheng's example by putting her hands in front of her lips to make a trumpet shape.

"God!" she shouted, "Let me know whether Fan Yihang likes me or not!!!"

Sunset City: "..."

A few seconds later, he let out a "fuck", turned around and walked to the pine and cypress trees in the mountains not far away, and kicked him hard. Thousands of words were combined into "fuck".

Hold.

Making a wedding dress for someone else, the fuck is he talking about Sunset City, right?
Fortunately, he took Luo Weiwei for more than an hour to ride the bicycle to the foot of the mountain, and took her to climb the mountain for another hour. He also notified a group of his brothers in advance that he would ride the motorcycle for him when he blew the whistle.

Now these things are all fucking made for that guy Fan Yihang.

It's fucking annoying.

"Sunshine City!" Luo Weiwei walked over jumping.

Ever since she yelled out the phrase "Let me know whether Fan Yihang likes me or not", her depressed, depressed and helpless mood was really released all of a sudden, and she felt extremely relaxed.

The smile as bright as the sun returned to her face, like the red sun that finally walked through the clouds today and met a new day.

Luo Weiwei patted the shoulder of Shen Mucheng whose back was facing her, and said cheerfully: "Shen Mucheng, your method is really useful! Thank you!"

Shen Mucheng turned around, looking at the face that was so clear and lovely because of the sun shining on the fine hairs on his face, his depressed and frustrated mood finally improved a little.

Even if it was for Fan Yihang to make a wedding dress, at least his mother, Luo Weiwei was with him these few hours, not with that expressionless robot Fan Yihang.

After thinking about it, his mood improved a lot.

"You're welcome." Shen Mucheng looked at Luo Weiwei, showing his usual unruly and casual smile: "It should."

"Then let's go back." Luo Weiwei walked to the place where the motorcycle was parked.

She shouted out her depression, and when the depression dissipated, she also understood what she was depressed about.

Fatty Song was right, she seemed, really, maybe fell in love with Fan Yihang.

Once I figured this out, all the negative emotions disappeared, including the inexplicable fear of seeing Fan Yihang.

Now, she couldn't wait to see him.

immediately.

Shen Mucheng was still a bit reluctant to go back like this, but he climbed the mountain, yelled and yelled, and heard things he didn't want to hear, so it's time to go back.

"Let's go." With a smile on his face, he rode that expensive motorcycle and led Luo Weiwei to the muddy mountain road.

Because it was a downhill mountain road, his speed control was very slow.

Of course, it was because she didn't want to separate from Luo Weiwei.

……

The higher the sun rises, the higher the temperature.

The last class was with the class teacher. Luo Weiwei still didn't come back before class started.

As a student on duty, Fan Yihang went to wipe the blackboard, and when he came down and passed by Qin Qianqian, his footsteps paused.

Qin Qianqian was arranging the seats when she saw Fan Yihang stop, her eyes stopped, and she asked in surprise and surprise: "Fan Yihang?"

Fan Yihang let out a "huh" and opened his mouth, but he didn't say anything in the end, he raised his feet and returned to his seat.

Qin Qianqian tilted her head a little strangely, her eyes followed Fan Yihang back to her position, not understanding what he wanted to say but didn't say it in the end.

"Hey, Qianqian." The girl in the back seat took advantage of the table with both hands, leaned forward, and said in a low voice, "Does Fan Yihang like you?"

Qin Qianqian was taken aback, with a complicated smile on her face: "What are you talking about?"

Knowing that it was impossible, but after the classmate asked, her heart beat faster, and her heartbeat was uncontrollable, just like she liked it.Some people say that if you like someone, even if you cover your mouth, love will come out of your eyes.

She was very afraid that Fan Yihang would see it, and she was also afraid that Fan Yihang would not see it.

"I'm not talking nonsense." The girl continued: "I saw him keep turning his head to look at you when he was cleaning the blackboard on it. At first I thought he was looking at something, but then I saw him stop at your seat Only then did I make sure he was looking at you."

"Are you serious?" Qin Qianqian just asked, and quickly added: "Maybe he wants to ask me something. He hasn't been in school for long, and he hasn't fully adapted yet."

"How is it possible? Then why didn't he ask you directly. Let me tell you, I really doubt that he likes you!"

"Impossible?" Qin Qianqian sat back in her seat, her cheeks blushing.

"Why is it impossible? You are still the class monitor with good grades, you are innocent, you can dance, and you have a good personality. If I were a boy, I would have chased you a long time ago..."

Qin Qianqian bit her lip, the heat on her face lingered for a long time.

Jingle Bell--

The class bell rang, and the class teacher walked into the classroom. Qin Qianqian glanced back secretly. Fan Yihang was flipping through the book with his head down. People are fascinated by watching it.

"Squad leader?" The deskmate poked her arm.

Grandma Liu, the work director of the podium, looked at her strangely.

Qin Qianqian woke up like a dream, and quickly shouted "Stand up!" The students in the class stood up one after another, bowed and shouted: "Hello, teacher—"

"Sit down." After Qin Qianqian finished speaking, she lowered her head in embarrassment and did not dare to look at Grandma Liu, for fear that Grandma Liu would find out something.

Grandma Liu's attention was all on the empty seat next to Fan Yihang, except that she was a little surprised why Qin Qianqian didn't shout "stand up" at first, but she didn't think much about it afterwards.

After turning around in the class, her gaze finally fell to her side.

"Song Ningyuan." Grandma Liu looked at Song Ningyuan, who was sitting in the VIP seat next to the podium, and asked angrily, "I heard that you have been to the principal's office? Or was it brought by the dean?"

Song Ningyuan had already tried his best to lower his sense of existence, but he still couldn't escape.

He lowered his head and let out a low "hmm".

"You still have the guts to answer!" Grandma Liu slapped the tabletop of the podium, causing the chalk to jump. She raised her voice and said, "Stand up! Tell the whole class what happened to you."

Song Ningyuan didn't move. Grandma Liu took a deep breath and said, "Don't listen to this class. Stand in the corridor and reflect on it for me. When will you figure it out and when will you come back to class?"

Song Ningyuan had no choice but to stand up, and under the gaze of everyone, he walked to the corridor and thought about it.

The classroom was silent, and everyone sat upright, for fear of touching Grandma Liu's brow.

(End of this chapter)