To The Lovely You

   As soon as he entered the classroom, Luo Xiaomei habitually looked towards Li Minhao's seat.

   His seat was against the window, and at this moment he turned his head slightly, as if looking at the scenery outside the window. The sun shines on his side face, outlining his deep and perfect outline.

   "Look at me, look at me, look at me." In the process of walking to her seat, Luo Xiaomei kept meditating in her heart.

   Usually, he would smile at her. Although the smile is very light and light, it is enough to warm her heart.

   But today, he never looked at her from beginning to end. He didn't even notice when she deliberately slowed down when she passed by him.

  Luo Xiaomei's heart ached for a moment, and she quickened her pace in a fit of anger and walked towards her seat.

With a "bang", she threw her schoolbag on the desk, so frightened that Li Mengshan almost jumped up.

   She looked at Luo Xiaomei and at her brother, she couldn't understand it any more. Since I bumped into Ke Jingheng holding Luo Xiaomei's hand this morning, my brother hasn't said a word.

   Ke Jingheng was lying on the table without saying a word, covering his face with an English textbook. No one could see the expression on his face at the moment.

   Throughout the morning self-study, Luo Xiaomei was aimlessly flipping through the Chinese textbook on the table, unable to read a single word, let alone recite it.

After the bell of    morning self-study rang, the representatives of each subject began to collect homework. Luo Xiaomei's big smart eyes glanced at Li Minhao secretly again, looking forward to the moment when he came towards him.

   is getting closer, closer... Finally, he came to her!

  Luo Xiaomei's eyes flashed with joy: "People..."

   Before she could finish her words, Li Minho gently took away the stack of homework placed at the corner of her desk, and continued walking towards Ke Jingheng behind her as if he had not heard it.

   "Ke Jingheng..." He tapped on the desk, "Where's your English homework? Take it out."

   Ke Jingheng, as if he didn't hear him, continued to lie still, looking like he was asleep.

  Lee Minho stood and waited for a while, and finally he couldn't bear to take the book off his face: "Ke Jingheng! You..."

   "I didn't write it." Ke Jingheng leaned back on the chair with an indifferent expression, "Put my name on it, I don't care."

   Hearing the provocation in his tone, Lee Minho silently looked down at him for a while, then left without saying a word.

  Luo Xiaoberry's tears had already started to spin in his eyes. Ever since he was a child, Lee Min Ho has never been so cold to himself.

  Li Mengshan carefully handed her a tissue: "Xiaomei... If there is any misunderstanding, just tell me. If this goes on, it will be difficult for everyone."

   "I..." Luo Xiaomei felt even more aggrieved. She wanted to talk, but Lee Min Ho didn't give her a chance to talk at all!

   "I see, I'll give you one last chance! This time, you must explain clearly and confess your success!" Li Mengshan whispered in her ear, "If you fail again, it means that you have no fate."

   Although her voice was very low, it still drifted into Ke Jingheng's ears in the back seat.

   He kicked the corner of the table irritably, and the whole table shook.

  He Chaoran is busy copying his homework: "Okay, I've had nerves several times early in the morning, more often than a woman's aunt!"

   Ke Jingheng seemed to have not heard him, his eyes fell on the back of Luo Xiaomei's white school uniform.

   They like each other, sooner or later. No matter what he did, it was just delaying time.

   In this way, he looks pitiful and pathetic...