Chapter 2292 Write Her a Love Letter (3)

But Mu Xiaoxiao didn't want to hear it anymore, so she interrupted him.

"Okay, it's time for class, turn back quickly."

Feng Tianqi glanced at the podium, "No, the teacher hasn't come yet."

As soon as the words fell, the teacher walked in.

Feng Tianqi had no choice but to turn around.

"I'll continue talking to you after class."

Mu Xiaoxiao, "..."

Although she cared about the kitten's life and death, she really didn't want to have anything to do with Feng Shengyang.

She seemed to be able to foresee the consequences of Yin Shaojie's jealousy.

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Student Union Building.

meeting room.

The atmosphere was a bit treacherous, and the ministers of the major departments looked at each other, hesitating to speak.

In the chairman seat in front, Yin Shaojie didn't know if he had listened to their report. He propped his chin with one hand, and lowered his black eyes, as if he was thinking deeply.

According to their understanding of the president, the president is definitely not in a daze, he must be thinking about some important issue.

Under the evasion of others, the secretary-general had no choice but to speak.

"President, the work report is over."

Only then did Yin Shaojie raise his head, his deep black eyes looked around at the people present, and he suddenly asked, "Which one of you wrote a love letter?"

Everyone was taken aback.

love letter?

Could it be the biggest gossip of the day, the fact that Han Qiqing received a lot of love letters?

All the boys present expressed their positions.

"President, I didn't write."

"President, I didn't write either."

Yin Shaojie always felt that their answers were not what they asked. When he met the eyes of the last person, that person panicked and hurriedly explained, "President, I really didn't write a love letter to Qiqing, I really didn't."

Sure enough, they read the title wrong.

Yin Shaojie said, "It's nothing to do with Qiqing, it means literally, whoever has written a love letter, raise your hand."

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, and some people raised their hands hesitantly.

"Girls count too." Yin Shaojie added.

Some girls also raised their hands.

Yin Shaojie continued to ask, "Anyone who has received a love letter raises his hand."

People raised their hands one after another.

Yin Shaojie said to the person next to him who hadn't raised his hand, "Go out, close the outside door, and guard the door, don't let anyone in."

The man was stunned, thinking he had done something wrong.

He has never written a love letter, nor has he ever confiscated a love letter. Is there something wrong with that?

Seeing that he didn't move, Yin Shaojie frowned and said, "Go! Why are you still standing there?"

"Uh, oh." The man scratched his head and went out.

Those who remained continued to look at each other, wondering what the president was going to do.

Yin Shaojie knocked on the table, looked around, and said, "The content of the meeting now is to discuss how to write a love letter."

Everyone is dumbfounded.

Why discuss writing love letters?

However, the authority of the president cannot be questioned.

Everyone nodded in unison, expressing their understanding.

Yin Shaojie said, "Let's start the discussion with those who have written love letters. For those who have written love letters before, tell me how you all wrote them."

This kind of topic is a bit embarrassing and embarrassing, and no one dares to be the first.

In the end, it was Yin Shaojie who appointed the person.

The boy scratched his head and said, "This... the love letter I wrote before was searched online, and I felt that girls would like those very romantic and literary sentences, so I copied it down."

At this time, someone wondered, "Copying sentences from the Internet, wouldn't it appear insincere?"

A girl said, "That is to say, it seems very insincere! Anyway, I don't like it."

Another girl echoed, "Yes, of course you have to write the love letter yourself."