She was a little anxious.

There will be rehearsals tonight, but now Mu Wuchong doesn't even know that he has been reported to the speech contest secretly.

If he doesn't come, she will be in vain.

Sun Miao was the little sister who had spread the matter throughout the school after learning that Luo Jingjing had handed out a love letter to Mu Wuchong.

"I said Luo Jingjing, are you okay? How come you haven't told Mu Wuchong yet."

The academic committee didn't even look good at her: "I will warn her one last time. You tell him as soon as possible, if you don't tell me, I will just go and sign up for you."

Ye Chuijin pretended to be very scared.

The class bell rang, and the school committee's instruction was over.

This class is a music class. The music teacher is an old man in his sixties. He ran away while playing QQ music, leaving only a group of students in the class for self-study.

The students in the top class have good grades and high self-discipline. Even if there is no teacher to watch, they know that time is precious now, and they work hard one by one.

Mu Wuchong has his own set of learning methods. At this time, he took out his headphones and played music, and began to read magazines.

At this moment, a note fell from the sky.

Mu Wuchong looked around and saw the girl who was still vowing that the love letter was not sent by herself not far away at noon was looking at him.

This time I was definitely not reading the blackboard behind him, Mu Wuchong read it clearly!

Ah.

He leaned on the chair and relaxed.

The front of the chair was hanging in the air, so he tilted Erlang's legs, and then picked up the note.

The girl smiled when she saw him like this.

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