Chapter 440 Love Letter

When he reached the door of the classroom, he walked onto the podium with his hands behind his back.

He coughed seriously.

"Cough! Well, I have something very important to tell everyone."

The noisy classroom instantly quieted down, and everyone looked at Wang Zhongyun curiously.

The old class leader, who has never been in tune, has a solemn expression. What is he going to say?

Could it be bad news?

As soon as this idea came into being, Wang Zhongyun suddenly slapped the table with a 'bang', which startled everyone.

"Hahaha! Everyone did a great job this time! Excellent! Excellent! We won one or two places in the top three and three classes! Facts have proved that we are no worse than their first class!"

Raise your eyebrows, you are ashamed!

After being ridiculed by Chang Qing's yin and yang for more than two years, Wang Zhongyun endured it.

Now, every pore on his whole body is full of relief.

Even the waist is straight, which is called a spring breeze.

Everyone was startled by him, and when they heard what he said, they rolled their eyes.

Speechless: "That's it?"

"We already knew that, okay?"

"With grace, how could we possibly lose!"

"Che, just those nerds? I'll punch ten!"

"Cough cough..." Wang Zhongyun twitched the corners of his mouth and calmed down, "Well, it's not right to hit people... But I allow you to use your grades to hang them up! Don't give me face!"

Everyone had a question mark face, and slandered inwardly: Excuse me, do you have face?

The New Year's Day performance this time directly made the already very popular Class 3 of the third year of high school become the class of the whole school. It has reached the point where everyone knows it, especially Song Yaoyao.

"Tsk—"

Tang Xin looked at it with joy, but went out for a while, and came back to the full desk again. She pinched Song Yaoyao's small face, "Who is this gift to our beautiful baby this time? Oh, and what about the love letter?"

Song Yaoyao rolled her eyes and tore off Tang Xinrou's chaotic hand.

"Don't move."

An Feiran was writing a question just now. Seeing this, a smile flashed in his eyes, and he pushed his glasses and walked over.

"Is it still the same?" His voice was warm, and his delicate and clean temperament was not at all feminine.

Shen Xun bit the lollipop and sneered, "Why don't you just throw it in the trash can? There are so many things, I'll just take someone to clean them up one by one. I'm the most annoying person like you who do things."

An Feiran smiled shyly, "That's not good."

Then I called a few classmates to help and took all the gifts to the door.

Students of the past have gotten used to it.

I saw a table at the door of Class 3, full of gift boxes, food and play. Because the table cannot be stacked, it can only be stacked under the table.

Class 3 has long since let out a message and will not accept gifts. These things are placed here, and whoever will take them will take them away.

It's a pity that An Feiran's approach is too gentle. After a long time, it has no effect at all. Instead, it attracts more and more people.

Now everyone's impression of Class 3 is that it is no longer a scumbag class.

Everyone knows that this group of rich second-generation people is really excellent and dazzling when they work hard.

Moreover, most of them are actually good-looking, and they are the most beautiful in all classes!

Therefore, every time the get out of class is over, more and more people come to watch.

"Oh shit……"

Shen Xun stared at the slender back of the little girl in front of her. She wrote the papers seriously and was not affected by external events at all.