When I woke up the next morning, the sun was already shining brightly.

Xiaomo took out his cell phone and checked it. There were still 25 minutes left before class.

He stood up from the rope and stretched out. He hadn't slept like this for a long time. It was so comfortable.

It is indeed a good way to exercise.

When Xiaomo arrived at the class, it was almost time for class.

As soon as he sat on the stool, someone brought him a bouquet of flowers...

It's a pity that it wasn't given to him. The visitor put it on Wang Yarong's table and left.

Xiao Mo was very depressed, "Hey, who gave it to me?"

"It's not for you. Why are there so many bad things?" The visitor's words were unpleasant.

I'll go, your sister, I'll throw you to death when I go out.

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard someone fall to the ground with a "thud" outside.

Ah? So brilliant?

After waiting for two seconds, he saw the classmate who had just delivered the flowers, bruised and swollen from the fall, standing up while holding the window frame.

Xiao Mo smiled at him and said, "Hey, I was so pretentious that I was struck by lightning."

He retracted his heart and looked at the card on the flower, "Huh? Is this a magic thing?"

He picked it up and looked at it, "x, why is it in English?"

He was helpless because he was not interested in English, but he also discovered that this was not English...

Holy shit!

Pinyin!

What a great character.

He read it along, and it probably meant: Send it to Xia Yu, I hope you like it.

What is this going to do?

Are you going to pursue Wang Yarong?

Xiao Mo looked around and saw that no one was paying attention to him, so he reached out and took out the card.

After looking carefully, it was indeed sent by Xia Yu.

He was debating whether to throw the card away, but he really couldn't do such an immoral thing.

Everyone likes other people's rights, right?

This cannot be prevented.

Just when he was about to put it back, Wang Yarong walked in holding the textbook.

It was impossible for him to insert it.

Because Wang Yarong noticed the flowers on the table from the moment she walked in.

Xiao Mo held the card in his hand and thought, forget it, this is God's will.

"Who sent it?" Wang Yarong asked Xiao Mo as he sat down.

Xiao Mo hesitated and said: "I don't know."

Liu Qingqing rushed over at some point, stared at Xiao Mo for a while, and said to Wang Yarong: "Look at this kid's appearance, I'm sure he sent it to me! He still refuses to admit it, and it seems he wants to pursue you again."

After she finished speaking, she glared at Xiaomo fiercely, subconsciously saying, "Why didn't Mao give me a gift?"

"I..." Xiao Mo was speechless.

Wang Yarong interrupted him, "Don't send me flowers, Xiaomo, I know what you mean, but we are still friends, right?"

Holy shit, what do I mean?

Xiao Mo couldn't calm down anymore, "This flower..."

Wang Yarong's face turned slightly red, "The flowers are very beautiful, so I accepted them as a birthday gift from you."

"What? It's your birthday? Sister Rongrong." Xiao Mo was extremely surprised.

"What do you think? Even if you, a blind cat, meet a dead rat..." Liu Qingqing's words smelled like dynamite.

Just think it's your gift.

There was a voice in Xiaomo's heart that kept saying.

"Ahem." Xiao Mo said calmly: "Sister Qingqing, I will give it to you when it's your birthday."

Liu Qingqing still said angrily: "It's my birthday tomorrow, so you can send it off..." Then she walked away with her chest raised and her butt twitched.

Xiao Mo smiled helplessly, "Sister Rongrong, when is your birthday? Tomorrow?"

Wang Yarong gently placed the flowers under the table, "Don't give them away in the future, Xiaomo. It will be very embarrassing for the students in the class to see them. Besides, I'm afraid that people will say dirty things."

"Sister Rongrong, actually this flower..."

Xiao Mo wanted to confess. After all, he didn't send it to him. Why did he feel so uncomfortable hearing it?

"Don't take it to heart, actually I like it very much." Wang Yarong smiled softly and said, "But thank you anyway."

Well, God, if you give me a chance to explain, there is nothing I can do.

Wang Yarong's heart was pounding. She was wondering why Xiaomo wanted to give her flowers.

Does he like himself?

However, I don't want to talk about a boyfriend yet. Besides, the relationship between me and Xiaomo is just a simple friend.

Xiaomo looked at Wang Yarong, who was very thoughtful, "Sister Rongrong, don't think too much."

Wang Yarong did not look at Xiaomo, but nodded heavily.

Xiaomo asked again: "Sister Rongrong, do you have a boyfriend?"

"Huh?" Wang Yarong suddenly looked back at Xiao Mo, "Not yet, and I don't want to talk about it now."

"Oh, that's right, we are still young now, haha, we can wait a few more years."

Xiao Mo smiled unnaturally.

Damn, you’re still young? You’ll be dead in a few years.

A class was spent in.

After class, Wang Yarong picked up the flowers and Liu Qingqing and went out.

She wanted to put the flowers in the bedroom.

Who knew that as soon as he reached the stairs, he met Xia Yu coming down.

Xia Yu looked at Wang Yarong who was holding flowers, and a lovely flower bloomed on her face. "Rongrong, this flower..." The three words behind him, "Do you like it?" Before he could say the three words, he was directly ignored.

Liu Qingqing interrupted.

"Where are you? These flowers were sent by Jiang Xiaomo." Liu Qingqing's words were full of provocation.

"Ah? He gave it to me?"

Xia Yu's mouth that was about to smile suddenly reached the bottom of her ears.

Fuck, isn’t this a gift from me?

How come it was given by that bumpkin?

He looked at the bouquet of flowers carefully again. Yes, they were carefully chosen by himself!

Wang Yarong saw Xia Yu's surprised look and said softly: "Well, it was given by Xiaomo."

Xia Yu suppressed the anger in her heart. It would be unwise to point it out now.

After all, Rongrong already believed that it was the boy who sent it. It would be too much for him to say that it was him who sent it.

However, he was so confused.

Damn it, I was the one who sent the flowers myself!

Damn, where did the note go?

Didn't Rongrong watch it?

That country bumpkin Jiang Xiaomo must have done something!

He also nodded, "Oh...hehe." There was a hint of cannibalism in his smile.

"Did you see it? Jiang Xiaomo just arrived and he found out about Rongrong's birthday tomorrow."

Liu Qingqing did not speak clearly.

Xia Yu understood what she meant, "Everyone is doing it, where is your gift?"

He grimaced, but still kept smiling, "Oh, my gift won't be delivered until the afternoon. Don't be in a hurry..."

Wang Yarong pulled Liu Qingqing and smiled at Xia Yu: "No need, Xiaoyu, we are all friends. Besides, I don't want to celebrate her birthday either."

Xia Yu felt uncomfortable all over now. She felt like she was holding back a lot of breath. "I have something to do when I go down, so I'll leave first." He said softly.
Chapter completed!