To The Lovely You

   Ke Jingheng was unusually gentle that day. Just when Luo Xiaomei thought he would be so gentle, he turned back to his old ways...

  The next morning, the two of them happened to be late together, and almost walked into the classroom on the bell of the morning self-study...

  The students in the class had already taken out their English homework sheets and looked at Lee Minho on the podium.

  Central Elementary School attaches great importance to English, and has arranged courses from the third grade. Lee Min-ho is the representative of the English class in the class and is in charge of dictating English words every Monday morning.

   Seeing that everyone was looking forward to it, Luo Xiaomei and Ke Jingheng immediately rushed to their seats and quickly took out their English homework paper.

   "Lee Minho, can we start?" Someone urged in a low voice.

   Lee Minho didn't seem to hear, his eyes fell on Luo Xiaomei. Probably because she ran in all the way, her forehead was covered with fine sweat, and her long bangs were stuck to her forehead.

   It wasn't until he saw that she hurriedly took out a pen from the pencil case, he slowly opened his mouth and said, "beautiful...lovely..."

  Ke Jingheng rummaged through his schoolbag for a while but couldn't find the English homework sheet, so he kicked Luo Xiaomei's chair and said in a low voice, "Hey, Xiaomei...give me a homework sheet! Jianghu emergency!"

  Luo Xiaoberry knew that if he didn't give it, he would kick himself endlessly and interfere with his dictation.

   She rubbed her long hair irritably, and threw him a piece of paper, without even turning her head back. Really, she missed a few words!

   The work paper with light green horizontal stripes hovered lightly in the air for a while and landed in front of Ke Jingheng.

   "It's...not cute at all. Thank you for saving you yesterday..." He murmured softly and kicked her chair again, "My pen is out of water, lend me a pen!"

   This time, Luo Xiaomei finally looked back at him and said a word to him. Although, it's not a good word: "Why are you doing so much!"

   Accompanying this sentence, a pink fountain pen fell in front of him in a parabola, with a large strawberry hanging on it.

   Standing on the podium, Lee Minho naturally saw the small actions between them. The hand turning the pages of the English textbook, with a little force, unconsciously increased the frequency of dictation.

   Immediately below, some classmates began to complain dissatisfiedly: "Can you read slower?"

  Li Minho realized that he was speaking a little faster and slowed down a little, but his eyes still unconsciously fell on the pen in Luo Xiaomei's hand.

   Ke Jingheng was busy writing words, but he was honest for a while, but just when the dictation was about to end, he started kicking Luo Xiaomei's chair again.

   "Littleberry...What are the first few words, I didn't hear it, lend me a look!"

  Luo Xiaoberry couldn't bear it anymore and kept breathing deeply. Yes, he didn't hear the first few words, and now she didn't hear the last words either! Is he going to pull her into the water and punish the rhythm together?

   Just when she was extremely annoyed, Lee Minho actually repeated the last few words again, and the classmates below were all grateful and full of introversion.

When    was collecting the papers, Ke Jingheng stood up and quickly grabbed Luo Xiaomei's papers, and copied several words to it. That handwriting is simply a dragon and a phoenix dance, terrible...

   "Ke Jingheng, you bastard! I still have a few left to write!" Luo Xiaomei was anxious and angry, and rushed to grab it.