The road to academic dominance from the juvenile school

Chapter 31 Write a Love Letter

At this time, Ye Xingchen came to Lin Miaomiao and patted her on the back: "Hey, what's the matter, are you uncomfortable? You won't come again, are you?"

Lin Miaomiao raised her head with black lines on her face: "Come on, your sister, come on, your relatives come here every day."

Ye Xingchen continued to tease her: "What's the matter, I'm so angry, I chose liberal arts and we're in the same class, you're not happy. How about I go?"

Lin Miaomiao pretended not to care: "Cut, who cares? What does it matter to me to go wherever you like?"

Jiang Tianhao said from the side: "Brother Lin Miaomiaochen accompanied you to the liberal arts class, you are not satisfied, the three of you are gone, I am so lonely by myself."

Lin Miaomiao also said: "Don't you still have money for Sany? It's great that you and him are still classmates."

"No, I don't want to be dependent on him. If I wasn't good at science but not good at liberal arts, I would follow you." Jiang Tianhao sighed,

But Jiang Tianhao's liberal arts is really too bad. Deng Xiaoqi said that he can't even write a love letter at his level.He wrote it to her on the spot, but after writing for a long time, he choked out a sentence: "I like you very much, like the square of sin plus the square of cos, it's always the same." Jiang Tianhao, who was usually carefree, suddenly blushed.

"Brother, you deserve to be single! Who can understand this liberal arts girl!" Lin Miaomiao sarcastically said to him.

Jiang Tianhao: "If you say I can't write well, why don't you write one?"

Deng Xiaoqi pursed her lips and smiled at Qian Sanyi, picked up a pen and wrote: "I like you, like a cloud chasing the wind, no matter where you start."

Jiang Tianhao held Deng Xiaoqi's note in the palm of his hand: "Xiaoqi, you can write what I want to say but can't express in one go. Give me this poem?"

Deng Xiaoqi snatched it back from him: "I didn't write for you."

Lin Miaomiao was afraid that Jiang Tianhao would be sad, so she hurriedly said: "A love letter requires literature and art, it needs to recite the wind and play the moon, and it needs to combine fiction and reality. Only in this way can it move people with love." She took the paper and continued: "I like you, like the wind is gone Eight thousand miles, regardless of return date..." He raised his head and glanced at Lao Ye, "How is it? It's fresh, brave, and moving, right?"

Ye Xingchen had heard this poem in his own world, and it had more complete lines.

"It's okay, but this kind of earthy love story is a bit outdated as a love letter." Ye Xingchen said to Lin Miaomiao.

"Cut, this is stupid, write it if you have the ability." Lin Miaomiao looked disdainful.

Ye Xingchen started his performance: "This is very simple, listen well.

I like you
Like rain on the tropics and the polar regions
Not far away
I like you
Breathe softly like a whale sinking in the bottom of the sea
infatuated extremely angry
I like you
curse like a shrew

unreasonable
I like you
Like the old city gate that has been waiting for many years

stand alone
I like you
Willows move and cicadas sing, sunset tide

Can't help myself
I like you
Like a whale deprived of oxygen in the deep sea at 400 meters
Be happy
I like you
Like a cloud drifting ninety thousand miles

never rest
I like you
Like subjects waiting for the restoration of the dynasty

Far away
I like you
like cooking smoke

Tangli fried snow and rain

I like you
Like the yellowed bridge in an old story

half-deaf, half-mute

I like you
Like autumn leaves and dead vines decaying in my hometown
indefinitely
I like you
like the sun rises and sets

no matter day or night
I like you
like the afterglow before sunset

Can't bear to leave
I like you
like a noisy secret

A thousand words
I like you
Like the stars rushing through the night for billions of years
Do not complain
I like you
like snow ravaging the earth
boundless
I like you
Like snow that stretches and sprinkles the earth
What's cool is me, what's beautiful is you
I like you
like inverse functions and axes
hopeless
this is a prose poem
I like you
like the sun shining on the sky

Gentle and cozy
I like you
like spring grass burning green mountain ridges

beyond doubt
I like you
like the cycle of the sun and the moon

Ignore the day and night." Ye Xingchen slightly modified an original prose poem from his previous life.

Deng Xiaoqi exclaimed when she saw Ye Xingchen's ability to write love letters: "Wow, it's so beautiful. Brother Chen, you are so amazing. Miaomiao, did you hear that?"

Lin Miaomiao looked at Ye Xingchen adoringly after listening to it, and felt a little happy in her heart.Because Ye Xingchen looked at himself when he wrote the poem just now.

On the other hand, Jiang Tianhao was envious of Ye Xingchen's talent. He didn't expect that Ye Xingchen was also very good at writing love letters.

Ye Xingchen suddenly said at this time: "In fact, compared to this kind of earthy love confession, I still like the three-line writing contest held by Hanwu University, which means writing a love letter with only three lines."

Lin Miaomiao asked at this time: "Is there a little missing in the Sanxing script?"

Ye Xingchen continued: "Three quotes, what you need is to use the shortest words and express the most romantic language. This is its meaning. Let me give you an example.

did you ever know
In the classroom, someone calls your name

I will look up before you. "When he said this, he looked at Lin Miaomiao the whole time.

Lin Miaomiao was a little shy and looked away.He said, "What's the matter, it's not romantic at all."

Jiang Tianhao said again at this time: "That's right, it might as well be what I wrote, it's just average."

Ye Xingchen: "Actually, a love letter is not only about literary talent. It's more about meaning. Well, let me tell you one, so you can taste it carefully.

The crab is peeling my shell, the notebook is writing about me, I am falling on maple leaves and snowflakes all over the sky, and you are thinking of me.

This is one of my favorite songs, and the one that makes me feel the most deeply.

"

Lin Miaomiao couldn't see anything good about it: "Lao Ye, have you never studied Chinese? Which of these three sentences is reasonable?"

Deng Xiaoqi also echoed, "That's right, Brother Chen, it's written backwards."

Ye Xingchen didn't speak, but Qian Sanyi said: "No, it's not reversed. It's written on purpose. The crab can't peel my shell, the notebook can't write me, and I can't fall into the maple leaf Come on, and you can't miss me, right Brother Chen."

Ye Xingchen also praised a little: "Correct but not completely correct. This poem contains three meanings, the first meaning is what you just said."

Lin Miaomiao said curiously at this time: "What are the other two meanings of this poem, tell me quickly."

Ye Xingchen also spoke unhurriedly and made sense, "The meaning of the second layer is also relatively simple. I'm peeling the shell of a crab, I'm writing a notebook, the maple leaves are falling on me, and I'm thinking of you. As for The third meaning...you will fall in love with me only if the world is turned upside down." After speaking, Ye Xingchen was also a little sad.

Everyone was silent, this poem is so sad, they can feel how uncomfortable the person who wrote this poem felt.

Seeing that they were silent, Ye Xingchen continued: "Actually, the perfect ending may not be remembered by people, but the poignant love will never be forgotten by everyone. You can't love it, you can't give it up, you can't give it up. Normal life." At this time, Ye Xingchen remembered his previous life, and he was like this at that time.I liked someone for three years and chased her for three years but was still rejected.At that time, my heart was very painful, and the sudden sense of powerlessness was really uncomfortable.

When Ye Xingchen was still distracted, Deng Xiaoqi suddenly asked: "Brother Chen, you...what's the matter, no, you have experienced it too."

Lin Miaomiao also pricked up her ears to listen carefully, for fear of missing a word.

Ye Xingchen came back to his senses and saw that they didn't answer the question immediately.Just then the class bell rang, and they all had to return to their places.Everyone didn't care, only Lin Miaomiao kept thinking about it when she was in class, and she didn't care about listening to the class at all.

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The teachers were divided into two camps of arts and sciences, and they seized every opportunity to go to each class to lobby the students they liked and encourage them to vote for them.Sometimes in order to compete for top students, they will not hesitate to slander each other.The teachers in the elite middle schools all hope that their students will not take detours and become useful as soon as possible, and they will do everything they can.A sincere heart can be learned from heaven.

Qian Sanyi chose science because his grandfather chose it for him. "Our Qian family has a tradition of serving the country with science. You have to learn from your uncle." The Qian family is a famous family, and the old man himself is a talented student majoring in bridges at the Department of Architecture of Aurora University. "Cough! Sanyi, your Uncle Jiang sent an email the day before yesterday When I came back, I also asked about your studies. I hope you can choose science and apply for his major in the future. He is your role model!"

Qian Sanyi's name was given by his grandfather. It looks simple, but in fact it has rich connotations. This is what the old man played from the "Tao Te Ching".At the beginning, my son was short of money in the five elements, so the old man gave him Qian Yukun. Unexpectedly, my son regarded wealth as his life, and his whole body smelled like copper, which was unbearably vulgar!When the grandson was born, the old man deliberately changed the "one three" of "one life is two, two begets three, and three begets all things" into "three one". After correcting his route, he went abroad for further studies like his close disciple Jiang Minwen.

Deng Xiaoqi reluctantly went to the liberal arts class with Lin Miaomiao almost with tears in her eyes.I can no longer see "wuli one by one" in class every day!Lin Miaomiao felt the opposite, and finally broke free from that alien class! "The sky in the liberated area is a bright sky. The people in the liberated area like it very much!" She sang and danced in the dormitory, "Farewell, Science! Go away! Hia hia hia hia..."

Lin Miaomiao finally got her wish and entered the liberal arts class, while Ye Xingchen continued to sit at the same table with Lin Miaomiao.

Wang Shengnan was very shocked when he heard that Ye Xingchen went to the liberal arts class. He thought to himself why a child who is so good at science studies went to the liberal arts class. He might not be really interested in Lin Miaomiao.For this reason, she asked Ye Xingchen specifically, but Ye Xingchen still fooled him in the end by saying what he said to Old Zhao.

It was finally the holiday, and Ye Xingchen thought that he hadn't gone out with Lin Miaomiao for a long time.So I called Lin Miaomiao and asked if I could come out.When Lin Miaomiao heard that Lao Ye wanted to take her out to play, she agreed without thinking. She had been thinking about this for a long time since Ye Xingchen cooked for her last time.

Lin Miaomiao called Ye Xingchen after arriving at the designated place: "Old Ye, I'm here, why don't you come?"

Ye Xingchen was in the car at this time and was delayed for a while because of the traffic jam on the road: "I'm almost there too, wait for me and don't run around, I won't be able to find you when I get there."

Lin Miaomiao: "You are too slow, you are slower than me as a boy."

Ye Xingchen: "Hehe, it's only 8:30 and it's still a while before lunch, so why worry?"

Lin Miaomiao saw that her small thoughts were seen through and said in a panic: "What nonsense are you talking about? Who said I came out to kill you... Pooh who said I was in a hurry to eat, you actually think too much of me."

Ye Xingchen hung up the phone directly, hehe, I believe you a ghost, I don't know what you think.

"Damn Lao Ye actually hung up on my phone, you are finished."

　I hope everyone can vote for recommendation and monthly tickets. The author really has no motivation seeing the bleak data.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)