Chapter Forty-Three: Simple and Easy
The last class of the afternoon finished, and the students lazily packed their bags.
Li Yingwan, her face cold, meticulously copied down the teacher's notes from the blackboard.
"Hey, Li Yingwan," the class monitor said, grinning cheerfully as he sidled over. "Do you live far from school?"
Li Yingwan looked over with an indifferent gaze but didn't say a word.
Faced with her silence, the class monitor lost his nerve and sheepishly withdrew his gaze.
Exiting the classroom, she immediately encountered two boys from the neighboring class. One of them was somewhat good-looking, despite a few pimples on his face.
The boy, rather bold, stuffed a letter into Li Yingwan's hand right there in public.
"I don't understand it," Li Yingwan said coldly, glancing at the envelope.
The boy opposite her adopted what he thought was a carefree smile. "I wrote it in English."
But his smile froze halfway.
RIP!
