The most beautiful love letter

Both Yan Siyuan and Zhuo Feifan are the favorites of girls in the same class.But in terms of daily performance, there are two extremes. Zhuo Feifei is the teacher's apex, while Yan Siyuan is the teacher's serious worry.

Yan Siyuan always felt that he and Zhuo Feifei were two kinds of people, two straight lines that would never meet.He never thought that one day, he would teach the other party how to play computer in an Internet cafe.

When Zhuo Feifei created his Q·Q account, his classmates who were watching the zodiac view stood next to him and told him how to add friends.

Zhuo Feifan got started very quickly.After a while, he looked at the classmates who were caught in the plot of the movie or the game, and patted Yan Siyuan's arm, feeling a little embarrassed: "Well, typing is always letters, how to adjust it?"

Yan Siyuan smiled: "In this way, press the two buttons in the lower left corner at the same time, and you can see that the language bar becomes like this. If you want to change capital letters..."

"Understood! Thank you." A big smile returned.

"It's okay. Just ask me if you don't know anything."

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Until they went back to school together for (Sunday) evening self-study, Zhuo Feifei still maintained the excitement and enthusiasm of discovering a new world.

Xueba and Xueba seem to be naturally combined together.Zhuo Feifei helps Yan Siyuan with homework, and Yan Siyuan leads Zhuo Feifei to play wildly.

Yan Siyuan didn't finish his homework and was driven out of the classroom by the teacher.While leaning on the wall to do his homework, he winked at Zhuo Feifei who was looking out.

During the self-study class, the small notes were delivered and sent out again and again by "agents" one after another.Yan Siyuan's front desk once complained: "If No.1 is a boy, I would doubt whether you two have some kind of adultery."

Yan Siyuan grabbed the note with a smirk: "You are envious of our full friendship." Then he couldn't wait to read the message and reply.

During the mid-term exam, Zhuo Feifei gave up his favorite window seat and chose the third row, which was closer to the middle seat.Yan Siyuan was in the sixth row.

Once again, Zhuo Feifan was still in the third row, while Yan Siyuan entered the fifth row.

In the new semester, Yan Siyuan finally became Zhuo Feifan's back desk.He patted Zhuo Feifan on the shoulder, dancing with his hands and feet: "How is it? Is there any progress by leaps and bounds? Is it great?"

Zhuo Feifan was amused: "Awesome, you are amazing."

Yan Siyuan immediately smiled, a small dimple on his face was particularly deep.

The teacher is happy to see their changes.

The changes about Zhuo Feifan were gradually spread to Zhuo's mother's ears by kind people.Mother Zhuo didn't believe that her well-behaved son would go to an Internet cafe.In these ten miles and eight villages, many people, including Zhuo's mother, think that the computer is a new and degenerate product, and Internet cafes are the gathering places for depraved and bad children.

But when more than one person told her about it, she still couldn't help but check the truth.

Zhuo Feifei hardly remembered how he left the Internet cafe.He just heard his mother yell angrily: "Zhuo Feifan!" Then he was dragged out by his mother in a daze under the eyes of everyone in the Internet cafe knowing and watching the excitement.Before leaving, Yan Siyuan's eyes full of astonishment, anxiety and guilt just hit his heart.

"You're better now, aren't you? Have you learned how to surf the Internet? Tell me, your grades dropped last time because you played computer games!"

The exam Zhuo’s mother mentioned was the mid-term exam some time ago. Zhuo Feifei, who has always occupied the No.1 throne in the grade and even in the whole town, rarely took the No.2 exam.

Zhuo's mother's hand was raised high, Zhuo Feifan was ready to be beaten, but that hand didn't come down for a long time.

She sighed, a little depressed: "You have also grown up and become sensible. Mom can no longer discipline you like before. I don't want you to play, but many children skip classes because of Internet addiction. Our family is no better than others, if you don’t study hard, what will you do in the future? Others will look down on you all your life.”

"I work hard every day to earn a little money. You don't know how long you can get online. You are still throwing money at the Internet cafe... If your father is still there, how can life be so difficult... ·" Zhuo's mother covered her face and began to cry.

Zhuo Feifan also cried: "Mom, don't cry. I won't play anymore. I will study hard and get into a good school."

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The classmates in the class found that No.1 had changed, becoming more and more silent and crazier.

Every morning, he must be the first one to sit in the classroom and read aloud; he must be the last one to leave after evening self-study.During get out of class, he seldom goes out except to go to the bathroom, and is almost always reading or doing exercises.

During lunch, Zhuo Feifan no longer went to the cafeteria to eat with his classmates.He entrusted his classmates who lived off-campus to bring him steamed buns, sprinkled with instant noodle seasoning, and it was a lunch.

"Fan Fei." Yan Siyuan stopped Zhuo Fei Fei and handed him a pack of milk.

Zhuo Feifei smiled: "You drink."

"I specially brought two packs, one for you and one for me." Yan Siyuan stubbornly handed the milk to Zhuo Feifan.

Zhuo Feifei stared at him blankly, took it, opened it, took a sip, and said in a low voice, "Thank you."

Yan Siyuan then patted him on the back with a smile on his face: "Which one of us is with whom? It's such a trivial matter, why are you being so polite!"

However, when Yan Siyuan brought him milk, soy milk and various snacks in different ways every day, Zhuo Feifan still declined his kindness.

"What is there to feel sorry for? You help me make up lessons every day, and I'm not polite to you. If you count the money, the little things I brought are far from enough to make up the tuition fees. Pushing such a little thing around is still not a friend!" Yan Siyuan frowned, his bright eyes seemed to burst into flames.

"I didn't mean that, I just felt..." Zhuo Feifei hesitated to express the unspeakable gratitude and embarrassment in his heart.

"Okay." Yan Siyuan stuffed things into his desk, and hugged his neck affectionately, "Actually, I figured out that you will definitely not be a thing in the pool in the future, so I came here to hug my thigh in advance. "

"Thank you, Yan Banxian." The depression in Zhuo Feifei's heart was blown away by Yan Siyuan's words, and he replied with a smile, "Then I will try my best to grow stronger, and you can hug me when the time comes."

Yan Siyuan's eyes were shining, like the sunlight jumping on the verdant poplar leaves: "This is a good brother!"