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He said this, and Meng Taoyu felt embarrassed again. She stammered an apology, "I'm sorry... I didn't mean to..."
It seemed that something had struck the funny bone of these people, and they burst into laughter.
Chen Xi and the others rarely encountered a good girl like Meng Taoyu, so they found it refreshing to hear her speak a few words. The little girl's gloves and scarf were all pink, and the hood of her down jacket had two bunny ears. She looked just like a little rabbit.
Once their laughter subsided, Meng Hanmo lazily tilted his head and said, "Let's go."
"Huh?" Meng Taoyu was momentarily confused.
"I'll take you back to school."
Chen Xi: "The keys to the Passat are with A-Hu. He went to restock."
Meng Hanmo responded with an "oh."
Watching them walk away, Crew Cut put on a surprised expression: "What's up with Mo today? He's so gentle."
The road was covered in snow, and the car moved slowly. Meng Hanmo sat in the front, propping his head up with one hand.
Meng Taoyu placed her hands neatly on her knees, staring at his profile in a daze for several seconds.
When he turned his head, she suddenly snapped back to reality, her face turning red. To cover it up, she picked up her phone and began scrolling through messages in the class group.
*
Feng Ning was sitting at the classroom door, witnessing Jiang Wen being surrounded by several girls in the hallway. They were giving him scarves, homemade cookies, and chocolates.
She absentmindedly thought that winter was such a romantic season; the gentle falling snow gave one a feeling of being able to walk hand in hand until old age.
Zhao Binlin walked over from behind and placed a greeting card on Feng Ning's desk.
Feng Ning opened the door and was greeted by a whiff of perfume. She grinned and said, "Wow, Zhao Binlin, you look so refined!"
"Yeah, what about you?"
"What about me?"
Zhao Binlin asked in surprise, "Aren't you writing New Year cards for others?"
She hadn't realized he had a soft spot for such things. Feng Ning raised an eyebrow and replied, "I don't write cards; it's not interesting."
Mainly because cards are expensive; a regular one costs a dollar, while a nicer one can be over ten. It's just a piece of paper, yet so many people buy them.
Zhao Binlin exclaimed, "That's not acceptable! I've already helped you write one; you need to return the favor."
Feng Ning tapped her chin, pretending to think. "Alright, wait for me for ten minutes."
The classroom began to prepare the venue, growing increasingly noisy. Zhao Binlin started sweating and took off his jacket, casually tossing a red sticky note folded into a triangle to Jiang Wen.
At first, Jiang Wen didn't react and frowned slightly. "What's this?"
"It's the New Year card I asked Feng Ning for." Zhao Binlin waved the green sticky note in his hand. "She wrote one for you too."
Jiang Wen responded with an "oh," but didn't bother to open it. He simply tossed it onto the pile of gifts on the table, ignoring it completely.
Zhao Binlin casually placed the sticky note on the table and turned to talk to someone else.
Jiang Wen picked it up and took a glance.
It was another drawing—a boy holding a basketball, wearing AJ Sneakers. He scoffed at it, folded the sticky note in half, and tossed it aside.
Maintaining a facade of indifference, Jiang Wen opened his phone and played a few rounds of games until the screen displayed "Game Over."
He leaned back slightly, turned off his phone, and slowly picked a gift to unwrap.
After finishing one, he tossed it aside and moved on to the next.
Gradually, the gifts were gone. Only a triangular sticky note remained on the desk.
His face showed little expression as his fingers tapped absentmindedly on the edge of the desk. Finally, he picked it up and opened it.
"Happy New Year, Jiang Wen! May you be happy every year!"
It was just a bare line of text, with nothing else, not even a signature.
Another sticky note was nearby; Jiang Wen picked it up and looked at it again.
The character drawn on it was cute and lively, wearing a number eight jersey, with even dimples illustrated on the face.
Ten seconds passed before he let out a cold laugh.
Jiang Wen tore up Zhao Binlin's sticky note.
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