But Mu Xiaoxiao didn't want to hear it anymore, so she interrupted him.
"Okay, class is about to start, please turn back quickly."
Feng Tianqi glanced at the podium and said, "No, the teacher hasn't come yet."
As soon as he finished speaking, the teacher walked in.
Feng Tianqi had no choice but to turn around.
"I'll continue talking to you after class."
Mu Xiaoxiao, "..."
Although she cares about the life and death of the kitten, she really doesn't want to have anything to do with Feng Shengyang.
She seemed to be able to foresee the consequences of Yin Shaojie's jealousy.
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Student Union Building.
In the conference room.
The atmosphere was a little strange, and the ministers of various departments looked at each other, hesitating to speak.
In the chair in front, Yin Shaojie didn't know if he had listened to their report. He supported his chin with one hand and his dark eyes were lowered, as if he was thinking deeply.
According to their understanding of the president, the president is definitely not in a daze, but must be thinking about some important issue.
Under the pressure of others, the Secretary-General had no choice but to speak.
"President, all work has been reported."
Yin Shaojie then raised his head, looked around the people present with his deep black eyes, and suddenly asked, "Which of you has ever written a love letter?"
Everyone was stunned.
love letter
Could it be referring to the biggest gossip today, that Han Qiqing received many love letters
All the boys present expressed their stance.
"President, I didn't write it."
"President, I didn't write it either."
Yin Shaojie always felt that their answers were wrong. When he met someone's eyes, that person panicked and hurriedly explained, "President, I really didn't write a love letter to Qiqing, I really didn't."
Sure enough, they read the question wrong.
Yin Shaojie said, "It's none of Qiqing's business, that's what it means literally. If any of you have ever written a love letter, raise your hand." Everyone looked at each other, and some raised their hands hesitantly.
"Girls also count." Yin Shaojie added.
Some girls also raised their hands.
Yin Shaojie continued to ask, "Raise your hands if you have received love letters."
One after another people raised their hands.
Yin Shaojie said to the person next to him who had not raised his hand, "Go out, close the door outside, and then guard the door and don't let anyone in."
The man was confused for a moment and thought he had done something wrong.
He has never written a love letter, nor has he ever received a love letter. Is this wrong
Seeing that he didn't move, Yin Shaojie frowned and said, "Go! Why are you still standing there?"
"Uh, oh." The man scratched his head and went out.
The people who stayed continued to look at each other, wondering what the president was going to do.
Yin Shaojie knocked on the table, glanced around, and said, "The current content of the meeting is to discuss how to write a love letter."
Everyone was confused.
Why discuss writing love letters
However, the authority of the president cannot be questioned.
Everyone nodded in unison to express their understanding.
Yin Shaojie said, "Let's start with those who have written love letters. Those who have raised their hands to write love letters before, tell me how you wrote them."
This kind of topic is a bit embarrassing and shy, and no one dares to be the first.
In the end, it was Yin Shaojie who appointed the person.
The boy scratched his head and said, "Well... I searched the love letter I wrote before on the Internet. I felt that girls would like the kind of romantic and literary sentences, so I copied it down."
At this time, someone wondered, "Copying sentences from the Internet, wouldn't it seem insincere?"
One girl said, "That's it, it seems very insincere! It's me anyway, and I don't like it."
Another girl echoed, "Yes, of course you have to write the love letter yourself."
(End of chapter)