There is a person in Linfeng Middle School who is notoriously difficult to mess with—Jiang Yu.
Sleeping in class is normal, skipping class is daily, and fighting outside school is commonplace.
The teacher saw that he had a headache, and the classmates saw that he was taking a detour. He was like a "walking troublemaker."
One night, Jiang Yu's cell phone vibrated.
A strange text message popped up——
You are not that powerful at all.
Jiang Yu raised his eyebrows and lazily turned back:
Who are you?
The other party replied instantly:
Not important.
[You're not that powerful anyway.
[Do you dare to make a bet with me?
Jiang Yu sneered:
Gamble.
The next second, a text message popped up——
[Don't you dare chase Lin Yi'an, who is number one in grade.
Jiang Yu stared at the screen for two seconds, touched his top teeth with the tip of his tongue, and replied:
You wait.
——
Who is Lin Yi'an?
Antonym of Jiang Yu.
Ranked first in grade and always dominating the rankings, his character is as good as a textbook template. The apple of the eye of the teacher, the white moonlight in the hearts of the students.
The next morning, just after self-study, Jiang Yu called people to the corridor.
The tone is lazy and arrogant:
"I like you and I want to chase you."
Lin Yian raised his eyes and saw the tips of his red ears. His tone was as calm as if he was discussing the weather:
"I don't accept it."
Jiang Yu didn't care: "I don't care whether you accept it or not, I confess."
After returning, he sent the recording to the unknown number.
I confess.
The other party responded quickly:
[You have no charisma.
He rejected you.
Jiang Yu stared at the words, anger emerging from his eyes bit by bit.
You wait.
The next day, he called Lin Yian to the stairwell again.
The tone was even more arrogant than yesterday:
"You have to stay with me."
Lin Yi'an frowned: "You have a bad attitude."
Jiang Yu: "What attitude do you want?"
Lin Yi'an thought carefully:
"First a love letter."
——
A few months later.
Jiang Yu finally caught up with Lin Yi'an.
On the day of success, he sent the recording of their confession and attached a sentence:
Am I powerful?
Message sent successfully.
But there was no reply.
——
On the way home.
Lin Yi'an's cell phone dinged.
He glanced down at the message, and the corners of his lips curved in a slight arc.
Fingertips were typing quickly.
Then press send.
Have the ability.
Kiss me.
Motto: Don't be fooled
