Chapter 17

"Yanran, what's wrong with you? You're still looking like you're not alone. You shouldn't...you really like that poor student Lin Feng, right?"

As Qin Yanran's deskmate and best friend, Hong Fangfang also suppressed Qin Yanran, a super student. Today, she was often distracted in class, and she was already worried that Qin Yanran really liked Lin Feng.

"No...Fangfang, you...what are you talking about, I...I'm just thinking...Lin Feng saved me this morning, I have to say thank you to him! Otherwise...how impolite!"

Qin Yanran, who was a little guilty, quickly denied it. A young girl who has just turned eighteen years old, Qin Yanran has always been the top student in her class since she was a child, a treasure in the hands of teachers, and she spends almost all her time and energy on her studies.

Although from elementary school to high school, there have been more and more boys who like her, but in Qin Yanran's heart, puppy love is always a very bad behavior, and it is not what she should do as a top student.

Therefore, Qin Yanran has never felt the heartbeat of boys. Of course, she will instinctively reject "puppy love" and put an end to "puppy love" from the bottom of her heart. She has always looked at the confession love letters and gifts that the boys wrote to her. Throw it in the trash without looking at it.

Puppy love! emotion! like……

These words and behaviors are absolute taboos in Qin Yanran's heart. In the past, she would not dare to think about them. But today, when Lin Feng resolutely stood in front of her when she felt helpless and flustered, he had unknowingly disturbed Qin Yanran's heart.

However, Qin Yanran, who has never experienced such an ignorant and green feeling, will of course not admit that this is the so-called "like" and "love". In her subconscious, she stubbornly believed that the turmoil and joy in her heart was caused by not expressing her sincere gratitude to Lin Feng.

"Thank you for what thank you... Yanran, you are the Bingshan school flower of our No. 1 Middle School! What does Bingshan mean? That means refusing to be thousands of miles away, cold as frost, and high above! How can you personally thank Lin Feng, this poor student? ?"

Even though Lin Feng unexpectedly recited the full text of "Jing Ke's Assassination of the King of Qin" just now, which surprised the whole class, he still couldn't change his image as a poor student in Hong Fangfang's eyes. Therefore, Hong Fangfang naturally felt that Lin Feng was far from worthy of Qin Yanran, and could not afford Qin Yanran, the Bingshan school flower, to thank him in person.

"What kind of iceberg? Fangfang, you know it's the nicknames that the boys randomly gave me... I... how can I be so cold and arrogant? I'm just... an unfamiliar person, I'm too embarrassed to talk! "

With a slight redden on her face, Qin Yanran pouted her pink mouth and supported her cheek with one hand, "No...Fangfang, I still have to find a way to say thank you to Lin Feng..."

"What's there to thank. Yanran, even without us at the time, Lin Feng would definitely have had a conflict with the monkey. But I'm very surprised, Lin Feng even kicked the monkey, yet he could still seem to have nothing to do with it. Come back to school safely as it happened..."

After pouting, Hong Fangfang glanced back at Lin Feng and Zhang Zhen's table, and said even more strangely, "Even the dead fat man Zhang Zhen was not injured, so strange! Could it be that... the little gangsters of the monkeys didn't beat them hard? ? Or were they successfully escaped?"

"How can I thank you? By the way... let's just do it..."

Hong Fangfang was surprised that Lin Feng and Fatty Zhang were really safe, but Qin Yanran had already thought of a way, and hurriedly took out her fresh and elegant notebook from the beautiful small schoolbag, and carefully tore it from the last page. Page down as letter paper. Then, he picked up the pen and wrote a sentence on the letter paper:

"Thank you very much for your help, Lin Feng!"

After writing this sentence, Qin Yanran hesitated for two seconds.

It was only after this sentence that he wrote his name "Yan Ran" in a lovely style of cursive characters.

"Okay... Since it's not convenient to say thank you to Lin Feng in person, let's do it!"

Folding the letter paper with only one simple sentence on it, Qin Yanran handed it to Hong Fangfang beside her and whispered, "Fangfang, help... help me pass this note to the back to Lin. beacon."

"A note? Yanran... What did you write to Lin Feng?"

The curious Hong Fangfang wanted to open it to take a look, but Qin Yanran quickly held her down and said with a blushing face, "No... nothing, Fangfang, nothing to see... just thank you Lin Feng! Just pass it on for me quickly. Just fine."

"Okay! Yan Ran, I really don't know what's wrong with you today... You look absent-minded for such a poor student as Lin Feng... Old man Wang is in a bad mood today. I'll be careful to let people pass it on..."

As Hong Fangfang spoke, she quietly stuffed the folded note to the back table, and said softly, "Help pass it to Lin Feng at the last table!"

So, just like the normal passing of notes in class, it was passed by five or six classmates. A "thank you letter" handwritten by Qin Yanran was passed on to Lin Feng from table to table.

"Hey...Lin Feng, it was passed down to you from above..."

Feng Qun, the dark-skinned deputy monitor who was sitting in front of Lin Feng, threw the note on Lin Feng's table without a good face.

"The note? For me? Who gave it..."

Lin Feng looked at the note torn from the notebook, sniffed it lightly with his nose, there was a nice fragrance, and asked.

"I don't know... passed down from above..."

Feng Qun didn't pay much attention to Lin Feng, so he turned around and continued listening to the lecture. On the contrary, it was Lin Feng's deskmate, Zhang Zhen, who exclaimed with interest: "Crazy man, you say... Could it be that you just recited "Jing Ke Assassinate the King of Qin" with great power, and then there were students in the class immediately. The girl fell in love with you at first sight, and sent a note to confess to you?"

"Damn fat man, you're making fun of me again. If you really recite a piece of "Jing Ke Assassinating the King of Qin" and you can make girls fall in love, you wouldn't have memorized the whole book long ago..."

Lin Feng smiled, and then opened the note with a faint fragrance. Fatty Zhang Zhen stretched out his chubby head and stared at the note curiously.

As the note unfolded little by little, the first thing that appeared in front of the two of them was the cute and beautiful word "Yan Ran" that Qin Yanran had carefully outlined with curly characters.

"Yan Ran? Ya! Madman, this, this... This must be the school flower who sent you a note to confess..."