In front of her seat, the girl carefully wrote a note. She looked in the direction of the teacher from time to time to see if the teacher noticed that she was not writing nervously.
The girl breathed a sigh of relief slowly, as if she had accomplished something big. She looked at the teacher again and then at the note. She grabbed the note and threw it to the seat behind her without looking back.
Behind the seat, there is a tall and handsome boy wearing a plaid shirt and a handsome face. The boy glanced at the note, picked it up and folded it.
"Su Aige, what does your signature mean? You like me."
A question becomes a statement.
Su Aige blushed, but looked at her lonely in front of her, picked up the pen, wrote a few words, and threw it in front of the seat.
The girl in front of the seat folded the paper.
"Yang Muzi, what?"
Yang Muzi pouted, then buried his head in writing another sentence and threw it away.
"Forget it, you don't like me, and I don't like you either."
The note was quickly thrown over from behind. Yang Muzi opened the note carefully and excitedly. The scrawled words on the note confused her heart.
"Yes, I don't like you."