"I know, I know, don't quarrel with me, this will interrupt my thinking!" Lin Xiyue was dismantling love letters one by one, and then worked hard to find highlights one by one.

When she was copying things, she had a habit of reading out the things she was copying unconsciously.

At this moment, she was copying and chanting.

"That day, I saw you laughing at other girls, and I felt sorry for the whole day."

"The feeling of a secret love is so sour that I can only taste it alone."

"Actually, the saddest thing is not jealousy, but I don't even have the right to be jealous..."

Su Yifeng looked at the math exercise book. It was obviously his best mathematics, but he couldn't even solve the first problem.

In fact, he didn't even sort out what the topic was said.

Out of the corner of his eyes, he always floated in her direction uncontrollably.

Her slender eyelashes slowly swayed under the desk lamp, smudged a warm orange light.

The pink letter paper exuded a faint fragrance, and every stroke was neat and tidy, and even she didn't even see her taking the exam.

She was still chanting in a low voice, and the low voice was like countless ants, climbing up to his heart, biting, biting, making his heart hurt a little bit.

"Lin Xiyue!" Su Yifeng suddenly threw the pen in his hand on the table, unconsciously increasing the volume and said, "Can you copy quietly and don't read it out! This will affect my questions!"

"Oh, I understand, I'm sorry." Lin Xiyue pursed her lips, "Don't be so irritable, I'll finish writing soon."

"Who is irritated?" Su Yifeng sneered and lowered his head to continue to do the questions.

The room became quiet again.

This time, Lin Xiyue just copied it quietly and didn't say anything again.

But he was still very depressed and could not solve a single question.

In fact, the problem he couldn't solve the most is his increasingly strange and uncontrollable mood at this moment.

Lin Xiyue quickly finished copying the last sentence and admired her masterpiece with satisfaction.

Unexpectedly, she was unexpectedly smooth and could express her mood appropriately.

Maybe it’s because the mood of a crush on someone is the same.

She pushed the freshly released love letter to Su Yifeng and said proudly: "You can help me see, can I copy it well?"

Su Yifeng just glanced casually and absent-mindedly: "Okay."

Lin Xiyue's reaction to him was a little strange. This guy used to say a good thing about her, so how could he give such a high evaluation?

"You...you haven't even looked carefully yet. Please help me see if there is anything that needs improvement."

"Enough!" Su Yifeng pushed away the love letter, "Ten minutes have come, hurry up and do your homework."

When he heard her read it just now, his mood was extremely bad, and he didn't want to watch it again.

"Oh." Lin Xiyue returned the pile of love letters he had borrowed just now, "Take it and give it back to you. Don't waste it, the reverse can be used as draft paper."

Su Yifeng reached out to take it, his eyes falling on the unfolded letter papers.

Perhaps for the convenience of copying, the few sentences she excerpted were marked with a red pen and compiled in sequence.

"That day, I saw you laughing at other girls, and I felt sorry for the whole day."

——Seeing her blushing at Yin Haochen, seeing her doing so many stupid things for him, and seeing her writing love letters to him, his heart hurt so much that he could not breathe.

"The feeling of a secret love is so sour that I can only taste it alone."

——He always thought that he had stomach soreness, but actually heart soreness. In other words, he was jealous.

"Actually, the saddest thing is not jealousy, but I don't even have the right to be jealous..."

——Just like at this moment, he felt like he was holding his breath in his heart, and he was so uncomfortable that he was about to explode. But in front of her, he could only pretend to be nothing.
Chapter completed!