The God of Fast Transmigration Comes to Assist

Chapter 208
The Chinese teacher had a serious face, her black-rimmed glasses shone coldly, she straightened her back, and she came over with a slap in the face, "Class is over, don't talk any more!"

As she said that, her eyes shifted from Hongtong to Qiao Muxing.

The two immediately pretended to be a good baby, and Qi Qi said honestly: "Okay, teacher, teacher who understands."

After the teacher left, Fei Tong touched the center of her brow, feeling wronged, it hurt so much.

Qiao Muxing rested his head on the edge of the table, covered his lips and snickered.

Fortunately, she sat in the seat inside and poked Fei Tong's arm, "Hey, by the way, Hong Tong, you can find a time to write a love letter, and we will send it before they go to the Olympiad."

"Are you really going to do this?" Fei Tong thought she had given up on this idea.

"Of course!" Qiao Muxing clenched his fists, "I will try any method that may be useful."

"That..." Fei Tong blocked it with a book, just about to say something else.

A piece of chalk passed through most of the classroom and hit Qiao Muxing's head accurately. Accompanied by the serious voice of the Chinese teacher, "Qiao Muxing, please memorize "Li Sao"."

Fei Tong choked, swallowed all the words that came to her mouth in an instant, turned around quietly, and stared at the snow-white textbook.

I feel so lucky in my heart.

Because of Qiao Muxing's power, Fei Tong had to write a love letter.

As Yuelao, even though she is still in the internship period, she feels that love letters should come at her fingertips.

Just put together all the disgusting things you can think of.

However, after actually holding the pen.
Can't hold back a word.

"Sister Xing, can I learn from your previous love letter to Lu Xueshen?" Fei Tong frowned and looked sideways at Qiao Muxing.

With such eager eyes, it was as if she was her only savior.

Qiao Muxing was playing with cutting fruit. Hearing this, she picked up the big cup of milk tea beside her hand and took a big sip, "Phew ~ love letter~"

With a vicissitudes of life on her face, she slowly took out the straw and held it in her mouth like a cigarette, "That was the first time I wrote a love letter to someone. It took me nearly three hours, changing it over and over, and throwing away so many pieces of paper. ,well."

Fei Tong stared at her expectantly. To be honest, she was very curious about how Qiao Muxing wrote it, not only for reference, but also itching in her heart, how Qiao Muxing wrote it.

That kind of little girl's petty thinking, that kind of inconvenient words that spread widely.

Will Qiao Muxing tactfully point it out, or write it out?
Qiao Muxing glanced at the scarlet face full of what you said, and sighed inscrutablely, "Oh. The Buddha said: You can't say it, you can't say it."

Feitong continued to stare at her without speaking.

"Hey, if you really can't write it, ask Du Niang. Anyway, the love letter is just a cover, and our focus is not here." Qiao Muxing broke through in a second, and returned to his usual loose appearance.

Fei Tong: "Uh" Yes, if you don't know it, just ask Du Niang.

She quickly searched, from ancient love poems to modern love letters, from "death and life are in harmony, talk with Zicheng, hold your hand, and grow old together with Zi."

To "the furthest distance in the world is not the distance between life and death, but, when I stand in front of you, you don't know that I love you."

Qiao Muxing leaned his head, drank hot milk tea, and instructed in the tone of someone who had experienced it, "Write more, copy more, and string them together."

"Add a few more words of your own to make it look more real. At our level, we can't write such obtrusive words."

"I forgot where I saw it, and there is another sentence: just because of your existence, I haven't met anyone I like more."

(End of this chapter)