Take your fangs, thanks

When the sun just sets in the evening, the summer heat disappears with the sun, and the cool wind blows from the mountains. This is the most comfortable time in summer.

It is also the time for the Derwents to wake up.

Ever since she came here to teach with her father, Betty's life routine has been turned upside down. The moment the sun disappeared, she opened her eyes on time, and she didn't look like she just woke up. She just lifted the quilt and got out of bed, busy studying all day Life is ready to unfold.

After washing up, I opened the door...

Why!Betty staggered a bit, and almost at the same moment, she frowned, she thought that someone must be playing tricks on her again, probably those brats.

A bouquet of delicate red roses appeared in her vision.

The petals are sprinkled with crystal drops and some sparkly glitter, and the stem underneath is tied with a pale pink ribbon tied in a pretty bow.

what is this?

Betty was stunned for a moment. If she thought it was a prank by those bad boys at first, then now she has some doubts—may I ask, who would use roses as a stumbling prop?

Then...there will be nothing in this flower.

It was rare for Betty to stop her daily schedule that counted minutes and seconds, squatted down, and looked at it vigilantly for a long time. There was nothing unusual. This bouquet of flowers seemed to appear in front of her door out of thin air.

Just as Betty was about to lift her legs and leave, she suddenly felt that it seemed inappropriate to drop a bouquet of red roses on the ground. She squatted down again, hesitated, and picked up the roses anyway.

Just when she picked it up, a piece of pink letter paper with a floral fragrance floated out of it.

Betty opened it and saw only one sentence: "To dear Betty."

!!!

Betty's face turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye, but this redness didn't seem to be due to the little girl's shyness, but more like a kind of anger...

She just knew it!Most of the boys in the world are evil and bad boys. You must know that the idea that Betty has accepted since childhood is that love only exists after adulthood. If you touch this kind of thing before adulthood, you will ruin your future!

Why not?

According to the scientific explanation, love is a chemical reaction between human bodies, and the substances secreted by this reaction will make good people stupid!For Betty, being contaminated with this substance is an insult to herself!

Such obstacles are not allowed on her way of studying academics.

Betty tore the letter paper into pieces and threw it into the trash can. As if she didn't think this was enough to relieve her anger, she stared at the trash can for a long time, not knowing what she was thinking.

For this kind of thing, she wanted to kill it in the bud herself. After thinking about it for a while, Betty's face burned for no reason. She picked up the flowers, brought them into her room, and randomly found a vase by the bedside to insert them.

The first thing to figure out is which stupid kid sent the card.

But in class, all three brothers seemed to behave normally.This morning's class is mathematics, and Mr. White's lecture is about equations.On the small blackboard in front of him, he wrote down a quadratic linear equation that was a bit computationally intensive for a child of this age.

Hmph, Betty has already seen these things by herself. She quickly wrote down the answers on her calculation paper, and then raised her eyes to observe the three boys sitting opposite.

As always, Alman was scratching his head when facing this kind of arithmetic problem. He really didn't have much interest in arithmetic. With this skill, he thought he might as well do something else.Arman is completely unaware of Betty's gaze. In fact, according to Rigoletto, you can't expect Arman to use his brain to do things with too much power at the same time. The equation is already a difficult problem for him. Don't expect He couldn't think of anything else.

Rigoletto...

Betty's eyes just met Rigoletto's blue eyes. Rigger's eyes are very beautiful, like lakes that only appear in fairy tales. Betty hasn't read any childish fairy tales for a long time, but she has to admit , this boy named Rigg...

Rigoletto's eyes swept over her without staying too long.The equation is very simple for Rigo, he has quickly finished writing the questions, and these questions are obviously difficult for the younger Josh, Rigoletto didn't think much, put his head in front of Josh, and used The pen was writing and drawing on his calculation paper, and after he wrote something, Josh showed a suddenly enlightened expression, and smiled while holding the pen to calculate.

So normal, as normal as every day's lessons.

Betty frowned, thinking back to the torn piece of letter paper, the English letters on it were in very beautiful curlicues... Betty couldn't help feeling a little regretful, why didn't she bother to look at the homework of the three brothers before?Now suddenly it is too difficult to recognize the font.

However, it seems that the method of elimination can also be done. Considering Josh's age, it seems difficult to write this kind of cursive style, and Arman's character does not seem to be able to set his mind to practice calligraphy. So, could it be said that Rigg Leto? !

This is wronging Arman... After all, what he is most proud of in the culture class should be his beautiful handwriting.

But these are things for later.

Betty was so engrossed in thinking that Mr. White angrily knocked on her desktop with a pointer.Betty was taken aback. Since she was sensible, she has been doing everything according to her father's wishes, and her father has little chance to get angry with her.

Betty quickly withdrew her mind, stared at her textbook, and whispered, "I'm sorry."

Is Rigoletto pursuing himself?Betty pondered this question uncontrollably. Throughout the day, her mind seemed unable to re-enter her favorite academic problem. Her eyes often lingered on Rigoletto, whom she admitted was a Very good person, especially his academic attainments.

Betty has never only recognized people who are better than herself academically.

Even the stupid boys—Betty was never willing to look them in the eye, but if he did a better job than herself, then Betty was still willing to look at the problem he... did.

"Do you really think this method will work?" Alman was writing on a new pink letter paper with a quill in his hand.

"Hmm." Rigoletto snorted from his throat.

"Hey..." Arman finished writing the last stroke, frowned and looked at Rigoletto, "You didn't ask you and Josh to do something before you got revenge on me, did you?" Arman thought it was very meaningful It's possible, but don't look at Rigoletto's sullen and sluggish look. As the second brother, he has a bad stomach.

Without raising his head, Rigoletto replied, "It's up to you."

"You!" Arman felt that he was going crazy again.

"The perfume is here." The crisp voice interrupted Arman's roar, and Josh shook the bottle in his hand. This was the perfume that was secretly embezzled from Mrs. De Winter's dressing table. What exactly, but Josh knew the fragrance was some kind of floral.

Josh sprayed the perfume on the letter paper Arman had just written, leaned his nose over and took a deep breath, and let out a soft sigh. He also liked this kind of fragrant thing, and it smelled Make people feel happy.

So Betty received another bouquet of delicate red roses the next day, with fresh drops of water hanging on them as always. One sentence: "May your new day have a good mood."

Day [-]: "There is a deep night in your eyes, and there are also stars in the sky."

Day Four: "I surrender for you, my girl."

……

Hiss, mushy.

For five days in a row, Betty received different letter papers. From the simple rejection at the beginning, Betty's mood became much more complicated. She looked at Rigoletto sitting opposite him with some ecstasy. The boy's full forehead, tall The bridge of his nose and his thin lips were slightly pursed, and he looked at the geometry problem under his hand seriously.

"Betty, something is wrong with you recently." Mr. White looked at his daughter sharply through the lens, as if seeing through everything.

Betty didn't speak.

Mr. White took a copy of the topic in front of Betty's eyes, and the bright red outline looked shocking in Betty's eyes.

"This topic is completely within your ability. I hope to hear your explanation."

"I..." Betty opened her mouth.

She thought she'd better end this farce as soon as possible, she would never give up her future for those stinky boys, of course, even Riglito.

On the sixth day, she received a letter as usual: "If you are willing to accept my admiration, can you come to the fountain in the backyard after class?"

The moment Betty saw the words, a strange emotion suddenly surged into her chest. She frowned, and couldn't react for a while.

She couldn't imagine Rigoletto saying these words in person, oh, but she thought her charm was enough for a young boy to break his bottom line.

Want to go?

Of course, Betty would not accept any admiration...but...as expected, she had to make it clear, Betty made up her mind, she wanted to see what Riglito had to say.

Betty felt that her mind was in a mess, and those questions that she used to like to delve into seemed to have turned into a pile of bibles, which could be seen in her eyes but not in her heart.Mr. White held back his anger, not letting himself scold his worthless daughter in front of the three brothers—this man is always proud, and he does not allow anything related to him to be looked down upon by others, even if it is his own daughter. Must be the best one.

Betty didn't even have the courage to peek at Rigoletto this time, she kept her head down until the end of get out of class.

After lunch, Betty was a little uneasy in the bedroom. Before going out, she adjusted her hairstyle in front of the mirror. Finally, she took a deep breath and walked out of the room with her head held high.

Meanwhile, the three brothers squatted behind a bush in the backyard.

"What should I say?" Arman was also a little nervous, and he subconsciously cast his eyes on Rigoletto.

There was an inexplicable smile on the corner of Rieger's mouth, a little subtle: "Just follow our plan."