I became the laughing stock of the whole class during roll call at the beginning of the school year: "Wen Xiaorou? Such a tacky name!"
Suddenly there was the sound of a chair scraping the floor from the corner.
Ouyang Junyang, the aloof academic god recognized by the whole school, stood up with ice in his eyes: "Who wants to laugh again?"
He kicked off the desk and walked to me, but the tips of his ears turned red when he leaned over: "Don't be afraid... The name is very nice."
Later, I received three love letters: a rose-gilt letter from Xu Jiayan, the student council president, and a starry sky comic hand-drawn by Zhu Ma Lin Yuanhang.
And Ouyang Junyang's crumpled homework paper, with his sharp handwriting on it:
"Choose them or me?"
I stood on tiptoe and kissed his cool lips: "Idiot... Your way of chasing people is really special."
He deepened the kiss tremblingly: "It's so special that... It makes you wait too long."
