The all-round master who charms the city with a smile

Chapter 109

But after thinking about it, this alone is too arbitrary, and classmate F's handwriting is not so ugly, how can it not be close to Ling Feng's 'dog crawling characters'.

Zhao Erxi was lying on the bed on all fours, holding his mobile phone and sending a message to Zhang Yang, saying about classmate F, the two of them were really heartbroken for Ling Feng and Bei Weiwei.

"I'll ask Ling Feng if he's classmate F. Zhang Yang adheres to the idea of being close to the water, and has not returned to the dormitory for the time being, and secondly, he also has a lot of computer professional knowledge that he wants to ask.

Ling Feng was busy in the study, Zhang Yang came behind him, the code and program on the screen were like a book from heaven, and it was also a person with two shoulders and a head, why could some people be so good?

" Zhang Yang didn't beat around the bush, and asked directly: "Did you write a love letter to Bei Weiwei when you were in high school?"

Ling Feng's brows furrowed slightly, his hands tapping on the keyboard froze slightly, and he said after a moment's silence: "How do you know

?" "It's really written, then classmate F should be

you?" Ling Feng's brows furrowed even tighter: "Is there any problem

?" "You answer me first, are you classmate F?"

Ling Feng nodded, continued to type the code, and wrote the program: "It's me!".

"The problem is that your handwriting at the level of a primary school student is known to the whole class, and the teacher has mentioned it by name many times, and I have also seen the handwriting of classmate F, which is 108,000 miles better than you. The

fingers on the keyboard jumped and danced, white and slender, Zhang Yang stared at it for a while, and said with half-squinted eyes: "Unless you are left-handed, deliberately writing ugly with your right hand, well, I would think it would be incredible to be someone else, but if it were you, I would think it was a basic operation." "

Uh...... What do you want to say?"

Zhang Yang said helplessly: "I heard Zhao Erxi say, Mr. F, no, it should be you." She said that you will write something for Bei Weiwei every day, even if it is winter vacation, summer vacation, and when no one notices, you will stuff the written things into Bei Weiwei's desk hole.

"Hmm!"

Zhang Yang was stunned, looking at Ling Feng's indifferent side face, he had to admire his psychological endurance: "Not only can you endure, but your patience is better than anyone else's." "

Three years, that's a whole three years!

Whether it's student F sending a love letter, classmate K, or other classmates ......

In the face of these love letters, Bei Weiwei has always treated them equally, sometimes she will take the initiative to hand them over to the teacher herself, and sometimes she will ask Zhao Erxi to help throw them in the trash can ......

Zhang Yang couldn't imagine what Ling Feng felt when he saw what he had written, thrown away, or shattered, really, such a feeling was too heavy!

After getting the news from Zhang Yang, Zhao Erxi thought about it, and suddenly began to feel that Ling Feng was both pitiful and hateful, and if he liked it, he would say it out loud, and he had to hide it in his heart as if he was in a pot of oil and suffered?

Turning over and looking at Bei Weiwei who was in a daze, Zhao Erxi began to envy her a little, the feeling of being silently loved by a person must be very good!

After a little thought, Zhao Erxi said step by step: "Weiwei, do you remember how many letters that classmate F wrote you?"

"I don't remember much!" Bei Weiwei leaned on the head of the bed, holding a book in her hand and reading it very seriously, without seriously thinking about this question.

"Three years, not a day has fallen!" Bei

Weiwei raised her head and met Zhao Erxi's gaze: "Yes, he is really patient, I seem to have seen a few of them, and the latter ones were either thrown away or handed over to the teacher, I thought he would give up."

Zhao Erxi asked cautiously: "Weiwei, if, I mean if, if that classmate F is Ling Feng, will you agree to be her girlfriend?"

"It's unlikely, after all, there is too much difference between the two of them!" Bei Weiwei leaned back prettyly, and the corners of her mouth twitched lightly.

Zhao Erxi didn't ask, but said 'oh', turned over and lay flat, and looked at the wooden plank on the top bunk blankly.

Ling Feng's feelings are so complicated, she is a little afraid to tell Bei Weiwei the truth, he is afraid of helping, and even more afraid of backfiring and messing things up.

Uncle and Bei Weiwei just called, and he heard the content, and it was obviously not appropriate to say it at this time.

As time passed, the weather in the imperial capital was also freezing cold, and the narrow riverbed had been completely frozen, and the whole city became an ice city.

However, the cold weather could not extinguish the enthusiasm of the participants in the "A Chinese Ghost Story" National Heroes Competition.

There are still three days left before the Heroes Competition, and in the recent period, no matter where you go, you can hear people talking about the competition.

So far, according to official information, the number of applicants for the first National Heroes Competition has reached more than 50 million.

Looking ahead, there has never been a game that has attracted as much attention as "A Chinese Ghost Story", and tens of millions of people signed up for the first official online event.

Some students saw business opportunities in the huge chivalrous competition, so they rented a multimedia classroom of more than 500 square meters in Kyung Da School, set some rules by themselves, and organized and held a personal PK competition of "A Chinese Ghost Story".

Students participating in the competition must pay a registration fee of 20 yuan first, and the player who wins the first place will receive a cash prize of 3,000 yuan.

When Bei Weiwei heard the news, she participated with the idea of giving it a try, and she didn't plan to get any rewards and rankings, so she thought it was for the official Heroes Tournament to practice her hands.

Anyway, it's only 20 yuan for the registration fee, just a meal money, and it doesn't hurt to lose, but what she didn't expect was that she easily won the first place, and she didn't even play half of her strength.

The four words "Reed Weiwei" suddenly spread wildly in Qingdae, letting everyone know that there is a very good-looking girl named Bei Weiwei in the computer department, she is not only the flower of the computer department, but also a game master.

The opponents who have fought against her can deeply understand that Bei Weiwei did not give full play to her strength, and she is very much looking forward to her achieving a good result in the National Heroes Competition.

The National Heroes Competition is close at hand, and Bei Weiwei suddenly has a feeling on the eve of the college entrance examination, unconsciously nervous, and stays up late every night to practice Xi operation and technology.

On the last day of the countdown to the game, she was still letting [Starry Sky] teach him things, completely immersed in it and enjoying it, unable to extricate herself.

"Great God, tomorrow the National Heroes Contest will officially begin, rush into the top 100 and you can go to the sea city to participate in the finals, and then you can see the true face of your Lushan!" Ling

Feng calmed down: "Then you have to come on!" "

Don't worry, even if it's not for anything else, even if it's to see your old man's side, I have to work hard to rush forward." "Bei Weiwei is still quite confident in her own strength, champions, runners-up or something can be choked, but the top 100 should not be a big problem.

"Well, we'll see you in the final. "