Chapter 80 Gentle Goddess

The excitement of youth is always a bit awkward. For some teenagers, their love may be proved by teasing the person they like.

The same is true for Yang Cheng.

As the sun set, the afterglow fell, and the girl's slender body was bathed in the orange afterglow. She raised her eyes to look at Yang Cheng, and indifferently rejected his sudden confession: "But I don't like you."

"Why?" Yang Cheng asked incomprehensively: "If you reject Yu Sui, why do you still reject me?"

"When did I refuse Yu Sui?"

Cheng Suiran frowned: "Please stop talking nonsense, okay, and don't pester me anymore. I don't like you just because I don't like you."

"Don't you know I like you?"

Yang Cheng suddenly became excited. He stood up and walked to her. He put his hands on the table and looked at her level. He said eagerly: "Can't you feel it? I like you! I have liked you since my freshman year in high school.

You, I’ve liked you since the first time I saw you!”

Hearing this, the girl was stunned.

She stared blankly at the young man in front of her, with a trace of surprise and panic flashing in her eyes. After a while, she tightened her pink lips and whispered softly: "I don't like you, so don't like me."

Hearing this, Yang Cheng's eyes turned red: "Why, is it wrong for me to like you? Why do you have to reject me? How am I worse than Yu Sui?!"

Cheng Suiran shook his head, his voice was small but firm, and he told him slowly and clearly: "It's not wrong, but if I don't like you, I must reject you firmly."

"So you still like Yu Sui now?" Yang Cheng said unwillingly: "The college entrance examination is coming soon. So what if you try it with me? I will definitely be good to you."

"..."

Cheng Suiran's face suddenly turned cold, and she stared calmly: "I have someone I like, and that person is not Yu Sui. Don't talk nonsense in the future."

She said, pursed her lips, and continued: "Also, I think we should focus on studying for now."

Yang Cheng gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, glared at her fiercely, and ran away angrily.

Cheng Suiran ignored him and concentrated on doing the questions, but she was not in a good mood.

She hated Yang Chen, but she didn't expect that he would actually like her, and he started to like her since the first year of high school, which made her panic.

In her feeling, if you like someone, you need to be gentle and caring towards her, but Yang Cheng is just the opposite. He often bullies her, taunts her every day, and even deliberately knocks her down during a lunch break.

She creates trouble and makes her think that he hates her.

This kind of bad behavior simply annoyed her, so she never expected that he still liked her.

This shocked her, and at the same time she was a little worried. She was afraid that Yang Cheng would find an opportunity to retaliate against her.

Cheng Suiran sighed, picked up his pen and continued writing his homework.

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After school in the evening, Cheng Suiran walked to the school gate with his schoolbag on his back. As soon as he stepped out of the school gate, his attention was attracted by a familiar figure.

It's Li Qizhi.

She was so happy that she was about to run to his side, but her schoolbag strap was suddenly grabbed by someone behind her.

"Cheng Suiran, do you accept the love letter?"

Yang Cheng tugged on the strap of her schoolbag, which was very eye-catching in the crowded campus.

This behavior was so ambiguous that the students passing by looked sideways at the two of them. Some stared at Cheng Suiran and whispered, and she became angry: "Let go!"

Yang Cheng tightened his grip on his schoolbag strap, stared at her with a stubborn expression, and said stubbornly: "Are you going to take it or not?"

Cheng Suiran struggled for a moment and finally compromised: "I'll accept it, but you let me go first."

But before the young man could be happy, he was interrupted by a cold boy: "Ranran, come here."

Li Qizhi stood in the center of the crowd, with a distant look on his face, and his dark and deep pupils seemed to contain the loneliness of snowfall on thousands of mountains.

He looked at the girl not far away with a cold tone.

Seeing him, Yang Cheng frowned and said displeased: "Who are you? You don't have to worry about Cheng Suiran and I!"

The young man has never experienced any big storms, and he always naively thinks that the world belongs to him and everyone should revolve around him. Little does he know that the world is so big that he is not allowed to do whatever he wants.

It was as if the man in front of him had never put him in his eyes.

Under the setting sun, the man was wearing a short navy blue sweater and a black woolen coat. He looked particularly noble and proud.

Li Qizhi didn't even look at him, but simply said: "Let go."

These two words caused the air around him to plummet, and the surroundings became extremely quiet. Yang Cheng involuntarily let go of his hand.

Cheng Suiran broke free from the restraints and trotted to Li Qizhi's side, took his arm, and called him sweetly and softly: "Brother."

Yang Cheng froze on the spot, staring blankly at the intimate interaction between the two. It took him a while to come back to his senses, his eyes flashing with pain and jealousy.

It turns out that his competitor from the beginning was not Yu Sui, but the seemingly gentle man in front of him.

Compared with such an outstanding and mature man, how could he have any hope? Thinking of this, the young man lowered his eyebrows and his eyes turned red.

His three-year secret love, the irreplaceable goddess in his heart, was completely taken away today, but he had nothing to say. Cheng Suiran was recognized as a gentle goddess by the boys in his fourth class. The boys in his class did not

Who doesn't want to chase her? He thought that the little tricks he usually used would attract her attention, but he didn't expect that he would lose at the starting line.

The car was driving on the road, and there were a few scattered stars hanging in the night sky.

"Of course." Li Qizhi glanced at the person next to him and asked pointedly: "What are you holding in your hand?"

Cheng Suiran's eyes then turned to the letter, remembering the way the boy confessed to her, and sighed softly: "It's a love letter, given by Yang Cheng."

She said, paused for a few seconds, raised her eyes to look at the night scene passing by outside the window, and murmured with some distress: "I didn't expect that he actually liked me. I always thought that he hated me.

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"love letter?"

The car stopped steadily at the door of the restaurant, and he led her into the restaurant.

After he finished ordering, Cheng Suiran's story happened to be finished. She looked at him and sighed sadly: "Brother, what do you think I should do now?"

Li Qizhi's eyes flashed with a faint light, his slender jade-like fingers tapped on the table, and he muttered: "Let me take a look at that letter."

"Yeah." Cheng Suiran didn't think much and reached out to hand the letter to him.

Li Qizhi opened the envelope and saw the boy's wanton handwriting inside.

[My gentle goddess, this is the third year that I have liked you. After the college entrance examination is over, will you be my girlfriend? I will definitely treat you well.]

In just a few short words, the secret love in the young man's heart was vividly expressed.

When Li Qizhi saw this, the corner of his mouth curled up with a faint smile. He raised his head and looked at the uneasy girl sitting opposite: "You are his gentle goddess."
Chapter completed!