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Chapter 47 Mysterious Boy
Since entering junior high, although many students have developed feelings for the opposite sex, they have almost all kept them hidden in their hearts, silently observing the other person, and no one has ever taken the initiative to pursue anyone. Writing a love letter to Zhang Qiaoyun is the only known instance of a brave confession, but to this day, no one knows who wrote that letter.
Zhang Qiaoyun, her face contorted with anger, scanned every boy in the class with her beautiful eyes—she wanted to discern who had written the letter by observing their expressions, and also wanted to see what kind of boy was pursuing her, and whether he was worthy of her affection.
After looking for a long time without finding a clue, Zhang Qiaoyun continued, "You have the guts to write it, but not the guts to stand up and admit it, you coward! You think you can date me? Do you deserve me?" She continued to scan the boys with her fiery gaze, as if she wanted to see through everyone's hearts.
Zhang Qiaoyun's gaze swept around several times before finally settling on Hong Liguo's face—her gaze was like two torches, making Hong Liguo's cheeks burn. He thought to himself, "My goodness, what do you mean by this? Why are you staring at me like that? Do you think I wrote this love letter? Good heavens, if I were writing a love letter, it would be for Qiao Shuang, not you! Look away! If you keep staring like that, I'm going to melt! And if the whole class thinks I wrote this love letter, especially Qiao Shuang, I'm doomed! Sister, you're trying to kill me!"
Zhang Qiaoyun stared at Hong Liguo for a long time before slowly looking away. Then, she reached into the homemade envelope, slowly pulled out the letter, and said, "Since you don't have the guts to stand up, then I'll let everyone admire your love letter."
Zhang Qiaoyun opened the letter, coughed twice, and began to read it aloud without any embarrassment:
"Hello, beautiful, pretty and charming Qiaoyun: "
Do you know what? From the very first moment I saw you during freshman orientation, I was captivated by your beauty. Every time I see you, my heart races, like a little rabbit jumping around inside. Your smile is especially beautiful, revealing two adorable little front teeth, just like a little squirrel's.
I think I've fallen in love with you, Qiaoyun. In my heart, you are the most beautiful girl. The more I'm alone, the more I miss you and the more I want to see you—your every smile and frown appears in my mind, fascinates me, keeps me awake at night, and fills me with sweet dreams.
Every time I see you looking at me, or walk side by side with you, even if it's just for a brief moment, it makes me happy all day. I wish I could walk side by side with you forever, forever and ever, until we are old and gray.
Final exams are just around the corner, and I feel I should tell you how much I love you—because I might not be able to continue my studies at the rural middle school in the second year of junior high; my parents say they're going to send me to a school in the city. If I don't express my feelings now, I'm afraid I won't have the chance later.
I don't know if you'll like me, but I still mustered up the courage to write this letter. I hope you won't be angry after reading it. If you don't like me, just tear it up and burn it, pretend nothing happened. If you're willing to accept my love, please write "I do" in your notebook and leave it on your desk after class. I'll understand when I see it. I'll write to you again then and tell you who I am.
It's not that I'm afraid to write my name, it's that I'm afraid you won't like me, and that would make me very embarrassed and sad. So please forgive me for not telling you who I am right now. If you're willing to be my girlfriend, just write "yes" in my notebook, remember! Remember!
The person who likes you and loves you
After Zhang Qiaoyun finished reading the letter, the classroom erupted in excitement. The boys looked at each other, eager to know who the writer was; the girls also looked around, curious who was so bold as to write a love letter to a girl. This was the first such case in the first year of junior high. Although the love letter was well-written, the writer clearly lacked courage and didn't even dare to leave a name.
Fa Zi leaned close to Hong Liguo's ear and whispered, "Did you write the love letter?"
Hong Liguo waved his hand awkwardly, "I really didn't write it! Why would you think that? You know who I like."
"Then why was she staring at you just now?"
"How would I know?"
Just then, Hong Liguo suddenly noticed that Wang Yuxin was secretly looking at him—he felt a sudden panic: "Why is she looking at me? Does she also think that I wrote this love letter? This is a huge injustice."
Hong Liguo admitted that Zhang Qiaoyun was indeed very beautiful, and the type who developed early—she possessed both the youthful vigor of a girl and a touch of mature charm of a woman; others might have been truly attracted to her. But Zhang Qiaoyun wasn't his type. He preferred girls like Qiao Shuang, who were as quiet as virgins, or girls like Wang Yuxin, who were gentle, kind, and full of passion.
This was the first time Hong Liguo had included Wang Yuxin on his list of "girls he liked." Previously, he had interacted and talked more with Wang Yuxin than with other girls, and they often went to and from school together, but he had always treated her like an older sister—after all, they had played together for three years in elementary school and were in the same class in middle school; initially, there was only a sense of familiar closeness, and he never thought anything more. Unlike Qiao Shuang, whom he had never met before, but from the first moment they met, Hong Liguo had a special feeling. He and Wang Yuxin were too familiar, so familiar that it masked any feelings that should have existed; he only took Wang Yuxin's nagging as friendly concern, never considering it romantically.
Hong Liguo quickly looked away, afraid that Wang Yuxin would misunderstand and think that he had written the love letter.
At this moment, Zhang Qiaoyun put away the letter and sneered, "Looks like you really have no guts, daring to write but not daring to admit it! With your guts, you want to be my girlfriend? You're not worthy!"
The classroom fell silent again, everyone wondering who had written the love letter to Zhang Qiaoyun.
Just then, the teacher walked into the classroom carrying books.
Seeing this, Zhang Qiaoyun quickly stepped down from the podium and returned to her seat, stuffing the love letter into her desk.
The teacher walked up to the podium, scanned the whole class, and then fixed her gaze on Zhang Qiaoyun, saying in a commanding tone, "Stand up."
Zhang Qiaoyun stood up with her head down.
The teacher had clearly overheard part of what was happening. Looking at Zhang Qiaoyun, she said sternly, "How old are you? Don't you understand basic manners and shame? How dare you shout this out in class? I heard it from far away! You're not a good student, and you're always fooling around with the boys, even thinking about dating—wouldn't it be better to use that energy and thought on your studies? There are only a few days left until the final exams. Ask yourself, what do you even know?..."
Zhang Qiaoyun lowered her head, her face flushing red and then turning pale, but she was still wondering who the boy who wrote the love letter was.