Jiang Yueming had a crush in high school. After the college entrance examination, in order to send him a love letter, she ran around the school in the rain like a heroine in a Qiong Yao drama.
I didn't find him in the classroom, but I met a strange boy.
The young man was tall and leaning against the wall casually. He had been staring at her closely since she appeared.
Jiang Yueming was desperate and walked over: "Classmate, are you also from Class 10?"
The boy hummed.
Jiang Yueming continued to ask: "Then do you know Zhong Yulun?"
The young man paused and nodded: "I am his friend."
Jiang Yueming felt that she finally had hope and gave him the warm love letter in her arms: "Then help me give it to Zhong Yulun?"
He agreed, and Jiang Yueming thanked him repeatedly.
But he held his lips and smiled softly. He didn't say no thanks, he just said: "If you want to thank me, can you agree to my request?"
"What?" Jiang Yueming's eyes were blank.
"I don't like being called classmate. If you can, please remember my name."
"My name is Lu Beifeng."
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When Jiang Yueming met Lu Beifeng again while visiting the venue where her parents held their first wedding in twenty-five years, Jiang Yueming recalled that experience and felt so embarrassed that she dug her toes into the ground.
Not familiar with him, Jiang Yueming fled in a hurry.
Not long after, he came to the door: "I heard that Miss Jiang is in need of a partner now, would you like to consider me?"
Intention: If you don't forget it, there will be a response