Generally speaking, many of the fights for him are due to Dong Yiyi, so he should at least give an attitude.

For example, I don't like her, you don't have to come and find me to fight - this kind of. However, Fu Yu did not, anyone found it and did not mention Dong Yiyi.

Dong Yiyi thinks that this may be the default. He likes himself, so he is willing to fight for himself. Otherwise why not explain it?

Her palms were slightly cold and sweaty, and the love letters in her hands were handed over. "Fu, Fu Yu, classmate..."

The boys were low-lying and swept the love letter.

The class was silently watching the gossip. School love and school flower love scene! Although everyone is a little bit more or less, people seem to be quite fit...

Everyone is waiting for Fu Yu’s reaction.

The young black eyes glanced over, cold and light, without revealing the slightest emotion.

Dong Yiyi was a bit embarrassed and a little disappointed, but he still put the love letter on his desk.

"Fu Yu, I like you!"

She said with courage.

With confidence in her appearance, she leaned over and prepared to slap each other and then kissed her directly.

The class was frightened and shocked.

School flower classmates are too bold!

However, without waiting for her to approach, the boy's slender hand picked up the pen on the table, and the cap hit her shoulder, preventing her from approaching herself. Juvenile breeze in the snow-like eyes, revealing a lazy sneer.

Dong Yiyi’s face burned red instantly.

This is the moment she is closest to the other party. She can clearly see his eyelashes, curled and slender, and the black scorpion below is like an abyss. However, his expression is somewhat unintentional and cold.

He retracted the cap and leaned back against the back of the chair. The tip of the pen was on the edge of the envelope and pushed it toward the girl. The voice was slightly loose: "take it away."

The meaning of rejection is obvious.

Dong Yiyi smashed, and his face rose red. This development is completely different from what she thought. She tightened her hand and finally caught her love letter. Her eyes were red and she almost ran out of the classroom.

The class was silent, and it took a few seconds before the whispered conversation began, and Fu Yu got up and gently pushed the chair away and walked out alone.

The expression is still careless. It seems that it is not a cool thing to refuse school flowers. With a constant indifference, I walk out of the classroom and the slender back disappears.

The class suddenly discussed it enthusiastically.

"The school flowers are probably crying to death." The girls in the front row have some gloating. "I have already said that Fu Yu definitely doesn't like her. She thinks that people fight for her, and she likes her by default..."

"Yeah, maybe it's too lazy to explain."

Zhou Lin also touched his nose and muttered to the same table: "This buddy is really cool."

"It's not that, but it's a school flower." The same table also replied with deep approval.

Yu Chu didn't take care of this, knocked on the table, and said plainly: "I still can't listen?"

"Listen to listen." Zhou Lin quickly bowed his head and listened.

Yu Chu told him again, watching him write the question, he took the paper and left.

She sent her homework to the teacher's office.

Holding two rolls of paper upstairs, at the small balcony at the end of the corridor, she saw a slender figure.

At the end of each corridor, there is a separate balcony. At this time, there is no class, there is no student in the corridor, and the person leans down on the railing, and the dark eyes are plain and faint.