Lu Qi'an just held up the milk carton with his hands in the air, unable to go up or down.
Li Qin, who was sitting near him, was the first to notice his strangeness. After seeing the milk carton and the pink envelope, he sneered: "Which class is this girl? I don't understand the situation at all. You are lactose intolerant and still deliver milk to you."
He reached out and wanted to take the milk carton away from Lu Qi'an: "I'll drink it for you."
He twitched, but didn't twitch.
Take another shot, still nothing.
When he wanted to smoke again in disbelief, Lu Qi'an raised his head and opened his hand coldly: "Don't touch it."
Lu Qi'an's actions were merciless, which made Li Qinhe very aggrieved. He covered the place where he was beaten and said, "Aren't you lactose intolerant... Why don't you give me a drink."
It was common for girls to send gifts to Lu Qi'an, and Lu Qi'an would throw things away without exception. Among them, milk delivery is very rare, and most of it happens when the freshmen of high school are entering, because girls only need to know a little about Lu Qi'an's lactose intolerance.
Lu Qi'an stared at the milk and envelope in his hand, his face uncertain.
Li Qinhe looked at him, didn't dare to provoke him again, and sat back in his seat quietly, not even daring to glance at him.
No one bothered, Lu Qi'an gradually calmed down. He calmly opened the envelope and read it in his hand.
The letter reads:
Lu Qi'an:
Are you OK
Sincere regards to you.
After weighing it several times, I choose to express my heart to you by letter. When I wrote these words, my heart was burning like it was on fire, and my love for you had become unbearable, tortured me like torture, but intoxicated me like being in heaven.
I am so fortunate to have met such a wonderful person in my life.
Please accept me and let me be nice to you.
Miss you, miss you, miss you.
wish you happy.
Fu Jia
Li Qinhe sat in a depressed position, and complained coquettishly to his girlfriend with a text message on his mobile phone, and suddenly heard a very depressed laughter coming from his side.
Very short, just one syllable.
He looked at Lu Qi'an as if he had seen a ghost, and saw that his head was turned to the other side, his fist was against his lips, and the corners of his mouth had a slight curvature.
Is Lu Qi'an smiling
Next, he saw Lu Qi'an put down his hands and regained a cold face, but carefully folded the letter and put it back in the envelope. Looking at the action of cherishing, it seems that he wants to keep this letter.
Li Qinhe was confused.
"Qian, are you alright?" he asked carefully.
Lu Qi'an didn't answer. It wasn't that he didn't want to answer and ignored Li Qinhe deliberately, but he didn't hear it.
His attention was completely drawn to the pink love letter in his hand.
Looking at his expression, Li Qinhe suddenly realized that with Lu Qi'an's temperament, how could he hurriedly open the love letter given by others in the classroom? Still can't wait.
Li Qinhe groaned in his heart.
Done.
For the next week, every morning, Lu Qi'an would take out a carton of milk and a love letter from the table, and Lu Qi'an would also take it out for the first time every day.
Li Qinhe seized this opportunity and sat next to him and stared at Lu Qi'an. He didn't have the courage to grab the love letter and look at it, and he didn't dare to peek at it. He could only take advantage of the fact that he observed Lu Qi'an's expression and tried to see the clues. It's a pity that apart from Lu Qi'an smiling on the first day, he kept his face expressionless for the next week and read love letters.
From opening the letter to reading the letter, to putting the letter back in, the whole set of actions is flawless and flawless.
The accident happened on Monday of the new week.
The milk and the love letter were cut off at the same time.
That morning, Lu Qi'an looked as usual, but Li Qin, who knew him well, knew what was wrong with him.
Lu Qi'an was more indifferent than usual, and he was in a low pressure state for a long time, making people afraid to approach or talk to him. Not only that, Lu Qi'an would be distracted from time to time, and his eyes would stay motionless at a certain point.
Seeing him like this, Li Qinhe completely admired him.
A master, a love letter writer must be a master!
Who else can play with Lu Qi'an's emotions so freely? This trick is hard to play, and it is really beautiful to play by retreating. First, use the continuous love letters and milk for a week to launch a violent offensive, and when Lu Qi'an gets used to it, let it all stop abruptly.
This method must be a master!
Li Qinhe was so itchy in his heart that he desperately wanted to know who this "master" was. He took out his mobile phone and asked his female friends one by one to see if there was any news.
What Li Qin and his next life could not have imagined was that the so-called master in his mind would be Fu Jia. What I will never think of in my next life is that the reason why Fu Jia suddenly stopped delivering milk and love letters was—
He is out of money.
Fu Jia sincerely followed Cen Mengke's teachings and began to pursue Lu Qi'an from delivering milk and writing love letters. In fact, Cen Mengke did not come up with the bad idea of "delivering milk love letters together". She just gave two examples, saying that milk delivery and love letter delivery are both good ways to keep things flowing, and it is easy to move people if they persist for a long time.
In Fu Jia's view, since both methods are effective, why not do both
Because it was given to Lu Qi'an, Fu Jia was not sloppy. Milk is the most expensive in the campus store, as are envelopes and stationery for writing love letters.
Fu Jia was full of confidence at first, made plans to save money for a long time, and made up his mind to give away for a full year. But last weekend, Fu Jia almost vomited blood when the notice that the school would pay a textbook fee was communicated.
He can't afford to deliver milk, and even if he can deliver it for a day or two, he will definitely not be able to deliver it for a whole year in the future.
The night before Monday morning, Fu Jia tossed and turned, barely slept all night.
After dawn, he got up early, walked around the store door, and finally bought a bottle of water.
A bottle of regular mineral water.
He squeezed the bottle tightly, cheering for himself.
Monday is a rare opportunity, because Fu Jia's class and Lu Qi'an's class will have gym class at the same time.
The injury on his foot was not yet healed. During class, Fu Jia asked the teacher for leave and sat beside the flower bed to rest. Fu Jia took the water he bought in the morning and looked at the basketball court in front of him from a distance.
As expected, Lu Qi'an was playing basketball with his classmates.
Fu Jia stood up and walked towards the basketball court firmly.
A stranger approaching suddenly did not attract the attention of Lu Qi'an's classmates, because when Lu Qi'an, Li Qinhe and others were playing basketball together, unrelated people often came to watch, so whether it was the students standing on the side, or People who played on the basketball court, such as Li Qinhe, didn't notice Fu Jia for the first time.
It wasn't until the intermission, when everyone went to the sidelines to drink water and wipe the sweat, that Li Qinhe felt a little weird.
Just now, did Lu Qi'an lose his mind? Also made a few low-level mistakes, don't know where the eyes have gone.
Li Qinhe felt a sense of deja vu, because it was not the first time that Lu Qi'an suddenly lost his mind on the basketball court.
Li Qinhe wanted to ask, but just as he stepped forward, he caught Fu Jia's figure, saw him pass through the crowd, and squeezed to Lu Qi'an's side.
Fu Jia stretched his arms straight, raised the water bottle high, and said loudly, "Lu, Senior Lu, are you thirsty? Do you want to drink Sui?"
It's over, I stuttered, and the word "Water" was mispronounced!
The water bottle in Fu Jia's hand began to shake as his arm trembled.
Fu Jia's plan today is to send water to Lu Qi'an.
This was not taught by Cen Mengke, it was his own idea. The source of inspiration was in the last physical education class. He saw a girl handing Lu Qi'an a bottle of water, and Lu Qi'an took it. At that time, he felt very uncomfortable.
Others will send, he will not send it
Now, he sent it, but the whole basketball court fell silent because of his words.
The classmates were frightened, Li Qinhe couldn't breathe, and even Lu Qi'an was very surprised.
Who taught Fu Jia all this
If it wasn't him who was being chased, Fu Jia would be frightened away by letting Fu Jia play like this.
Just after exercising, Lu Qi'an's breathing was still a little short. He took a deep breath, then exhaled again, and steadily took the water bottle from Fu Jia's hand.
Fu Jia was very excited and his face turned red: "I... I'm here to bring you water."
"I know, let's talk in another place." His voice was also steady.
Fu Jia felt hot and asked, "Why change the place?"
"say."
He grabbed Fu Jia's wrist and took him all the way. During this period, they were one after the other, and Fu Jia always followed Lu Qi'an's steps obediently.
They ended up in the unseen shade of a basketball court.
The two have not seen each other for a week. It's okay not to see, only when I met Fu Jia did I realize how barren the three times "I miss you" I wrote in my love letter.
It's not as simple as "missing you" three times, but thinking too much, thinking crazy.
Ignoring Fu Jia's shining eyes, Lu Qi'an raised the water bottle in his hand and asked him, "Who taught you this?"
Fu Jia answered truthfully, "I thought about it myself."
Lu Qi'an frowned slightly, obviously disbelieving: "What about milk and love letters?"
Hearing him say the word "love letter" directly, Fu Jia's face became a little hot and he said, "I... I learned from reading books."
He did not confess Cen Mengke.
Lu Qi'an remembered those love letters, and after excluding the beginning and the end, there were only lyrical sentences full of bitterness, which gave him a headache.
"Stop all that," he affirmed.
"I won't stop." Fu Jia also affirmed.
He absolutely couldn't accept stopping. Before he started, he had done enough psychological construction, and after consulting Cen Mengke, he was even more encouraged.
He never gives up.
Lu Qi'an's tone became more indifferent: "I don't like any of these."
Fu Jia insisted on not giving in and asked him, "Then what do you like?"
Lu Qi'an pursed his lips and fell silent.
Fu Jia did not speak, waiting for his reply.
Fu Jia's eyes were always stubborn, and Lu Qi'an knew it. From the first time Fu Jia ran from the servant's room to the courtyard of Lin's villa and asked him a question confidently, he has been so stubborn.
After a long time, Lu Qi'an said, "I don't like anything."
The refusal in his words couldn't have been more obvious. Fu Jia opened his mouth and said, "It's impossible. It's impossible for people not to have something they like. You said before that you like to study well."
Lu Qi'an's original words were not like this, but it didn't prevent him from explaining it in this way.
He said: "The results of the weekly test last week came out. This time I didn't have any questions for me, but I still improved. I ranked 14th. If I work harder, I can get into the top ten. You will definitely like it."
Fu Manhua looked at him expectantly, and Lu Qi'an saw the request.
Lu Qi'an squeezed his hands tightly, his fingers numb. Whenever he forced himself to be calm and couldn't, his fingers would go numb, as if the blood had frozen and couldn't reach the fingertips.
He told himself: No, no.
"I do not like you."
He says.
As if in the cold winter, he swallowed a piece of ice in his stomach.