Although Zhao Youyue knew very well that her sense of existence was indeed weak, but when she heard what this guy said, "Zhao Youyue? It doesn't exist," she couldn't help but want to add that Han Leng was probably losing his mind.
Zhao Youyue took a deep breath and said calmly: "Okay, if you don't know me, you don't know me. Now, let's get acquainted again. My name is Zhao Youyue, and I am also a member of this class. Classmate Han Leng, you Remember?"
Han Leng narrowed his eyes slightly. The profile of the short-haired girl was bathed in the light of the setting sun. She was so beautiful. Her tone of voice was also so calm and calm, and her voice was very gentle.
This guy still has such a good temper... Han Leng also smelled a faint fragrance from the girl next to him. It was light and distant, but it was still the smell in his memory.
Han Leng obviously didn't really remember Zhao Youyue, he just said that on purpose. In fact, he couldn't understand why a girl as beautiful and good-tempered as Zhao Youyue had such no sense of existence.
Maybe if she has a bad temper and is more willful, the sense of presence will come, right
"Sorry, I never remember the names of ordinary people, because they are meaningless. Ordinary people have no pursuits of their own at all. When they grow up, they will only live an ordinary life without their own personality. After a lifetime, it will be the same as if they had not lived at all. What a difference, the meaning of life should be wandering around in exile, looking for different excitement." Han Leng yawned again and said a little bit.
"That's just to cover up that I haven't found a place I'm willing to stop, saying that the meaning of life is wandering and exile." Zhao Youyue still commented in a calm tone, as if there was never anything that could make her angry.
When Han Leng heard Zhao Youyue's response, he glanced at her in surprise, vaguely feeling that this girl was not simple.
Later, I heard Zhao Youyue say: "Forget it if you can't remember the name. Anyway, I'm used to it. I'm just asking you, can you help me write a letter of apology? It needs 3,000 words. I want to criticize the use of mobile phones in morning reading class." thing."
Han Leng had a cold look on his face, feeling as if Zhao Youyue had insulted him. Is he the kind of person who helps others write letters of apology? He did write love letters on his behalf, but that was a romantic thing that could showcase his literary talent. It would be even better if he could gain some fans through love letters. He wanted to read all the books in the world and sleep with his sweetheart.
So Han Leng decisively refused: "Even if I die and jump out of the window, I won't write a self-criticism for others. That would be a waste of my life."
When Zhao Youyue saw Han Leng's firm refusal, her heart felt cold. Sure enough, she still had to do it herself
However, she still tried: "Three hundred yuan, I will pay you three hundred yuan to help me write it..."
Han Leng's original cold attitude suddenly changed, and he said more cheerfully: "Write! When do you want it?"
When he saw that Zhao Youyue was confused, he coughed lightly, turned his head away, and his momentum weakened slightly, and explained: "I will definitely become a great writer who can make a fortune with every word in the future, but I am still not close to success. I am currently serializing the online novel , it’s only worth fifty yuan for one thousand words, but the subject of the self-review is special, so if you give me $100 for one thousand words, I think the price is quite reasonable, and I’m quite confident about writing a self-review.”
Zhao Youyue really wanted to say who just said that even if she died, she would not help others write a self-reflection letter, but she just smiled calmly and said softly: "The sooner the better, I will finish it today." I’ll give you five hundred.”
"I've decided happily, classmate Zhao Youyue, I think if you thought so highly of me in junior high school, I would definitely remember you." Han Leng was no longer cold and smiled like a mercenary. He wanted to pat Zhao Youyue on the shoulder, but Seeing the other party's clean blue and white sports uniform, he shrank his hands.
Only then did he realize that Zhao Youyue was really different from other girls. Her skin was very white and delicate, her eyes were large and extremely clear, and her short black hair was of excellent quality, but Han Leng secretly regretted it. , he felt that if Zhao Youyue had long hair, she would never be as inconspicuous as she is now, and she would definitely attract the attention of men wherever she goes.
Some girls are more suitable to have long hair. Often just changing a hairstyle will make people feel that her whole person has been sublimated.
"Do you think I think highly of you? Shouldn't you literati not give up for money?" Zhao Youyue pursed her lips and smiled, making her even more adorable.
"No, you respected my ideals."
"What is your ideal?"
"I often forget about the world, the shortness of life, and the beautiful feelings. I consider living a despicable and shameless life. This is my ideal."
"Hello, Sorrow" by Françoise Sagan? 'Free to think, free to think, free to think less, free to choose my own life, choose myself. I can't I say 'become myself' because I am just a malleable piece of dough that refuses any mold.' It's really tiring to talk to you literati."
Han Leng was completely surprised now. The words "A person like you has actually read her book" were written on his face. He had to admit that he would never forget this girl named "Zhao Youyue" again. , and even regretted why I didn’t get to know her earlier. What a girl with so much substance, but why didn’t she show that kind of literary temperament at all? What about the "poetry and calligraphy spirit in my belly" that I said
Zhao Youyue still didn't mind Han Leng's surprise. She took out her mobile phone and said casually: "Do you have your mobile phone with you? Should I send you a 300 yuan red envelope first, WeChat or Alipay?"
"Let me go, can you not treat this kind of thing like buying food on the street? Keep a low profile, a low profile! By the way, hasn't your mobile phone been confiscated?"
"So I bought another one at noon that day."
"Hao, youhu?"
"Yes, you can add WeChat or QQ."
"My mobile phone is in the dormitory..."
"Seeing your cold and unruly face, I thought you were very brave, but I didn't expect you to be so cowardly."
"Wow, Hao, this is really heartbreaking. Do you believe that I won't help you write a letter of apology?"
"Oh? Then I have no choice but to save some money."
"Hao, please don't mention me. Not only do I have a word worth a thousand dollars, but I also make a promise worth a thousand dollars!"
"Don't call me 'Hao', I'm going to eat dirt. Besides, remember my name, it's Zhao Youyue."
"I will remember it for the rest of my life!"
Zhao Youyue looked at Han Leng, who had turned from aloof to amused, and still smiled with her lips pursed, giving people the feeling of an elegant young lady. No, she was a young lady to begin with.
She picked up a pen from Han Leng's desk, wrote her WeChat ID on his draft book, and then turned around and left without any regrets.
Han Leng sniffed and muttered: "It smells so good."
Looking at the beautiful handwriting on the draft book, he patted his warm cheek, feeling no longer sleepy.
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Today’s first update~~~ Please collect, reward, recommend votes, recommend votes, recommend votes! ! ! There is a problem with Qidian's scheduled release. I set the eight o'clock time to upload, but found that it was not uploaded, so I had to upload it manually.