Although Zhao Youyue knew that her presence was weak, when she heard this guy saying, "Zhao Youyue? It doesn't exist. ", she could not help but to add that Han Leng must have lost his mind.
Zhao Youyue took a deep breath and said calmly, "Alright, it's fine if you don't know me. Now, let's get to know each other again. My name is Zhao Youyue, and I'm also a member of this class. Han Leng, do you remember my name? "
Han Leng squinted his eyes slightly. The side of the short-haired girl's face was bathed in the light of the setting sun. She was so beautiful, and her tone was so calm, and her voice was so gentle.
This guy's temper is still so good … Han Leng even smelled a wisp of fragrance from the girl beside him. It was faint and distant, and it was still the smell in his memory.
Obviously, Han Leng did not really not remember Zhao Youyue. He was just saying that on purpose. Actually, he did not understand why such a beautiful girl with a good temper like Zhao Youyue would have such a weak sense of presence.
Maybe if she had a bad temper and was a little more willful, her sense of presence would come?
"Sorry, I never remember the names of ordinary people, because it's meaningless. Ordinary people have no pursuit of their own, and will only live an ordinary life when they grow up. They have no personality of their own, and living their whole life is no different from not living at all. The meaning of life should be to wander around in exile, and look for something different." Han Leng yawned again, and said in an annoying tone.
"That's just a cover for not finding a place to stay, and saying that the meaning of life is to wander around in exile." Zhao Youyue still commented in a calm tone, as if nothing could make her angry.
Hearing Zhao Youyue's response, Han Leng looked at her in surprise, and vaguely felt that this girl was not simple.
Then, he heard Zhao Youyue said, "It's okay if you can't remember names, I'm used to it anyway. I just want to ask you, can you write a remorse letter for me? It needs 3000 words, to reflect on the fact that I played with my phone during the morning reading class."
Han Leng's face was cold, as if Zhao Youyue had insulted him. Was he the kind of person who would write remorse letters for others? He had indeed written love letters before, but that was a romantic thing that could show off his literary talent. If he could gain more fangirls through love letters, that would be even better. He wanted to read all the books in the world and sleep with all the people he loved.
Thus, Han Leng decisively refused, "Even if I die and jump out of the window, I will not help someone write a self-reflection letter. That would be a waste of my life."
Zhao Youyue's heart sank when she saw Han Leng's firm refusal. Did she have to do it herself?
However, she still tried to sound him out. "Three hundred dollars. I'll pay you three hundred dollars to write it for me …"
Han Leng's originally cold and aloof attitude suddenly changed, and he said even more happily, "Write! When do you want it? "
When he saw Zhao Youyue's dumbfounded expression, he coughed lightly and turned his head away. He slightly weakened his imposing manner and explained, "I'll definitely become a great writer in the future, but I'm still lacking in that aspect. The web novel that I'm currently serializing is only worth fifty dollars per thousand words, but the remorse letter is a special topic. You're offering me a hundred dollars per thousand words, I think the price is quite reasonable. I'm also quite confident in writing a remorse letter."
Zhao Youyue really wanted to ask, who was the one who said that he would rather die than write a remorse letter for others? But she just smiled and said softly, "The sooner the better, I'll give you five hundred dollars if you finish it today."
"Then it's decided, Zhao Youyue. I think if you look up to me like this when we were in junior high, I'll definitely remember you." Han Leng was no longer cold and smiled like a cunning businessman. He wanted to pat Zhao Youyue's shoulder, but when he saw her clean blue and white sports uniform, he retracted his hand.
At this moment, he realized that Zhao Youyue was really different from other girls. Her skin was very white, very delicate, and her eyes were big and extremely clear. Her short black hair was also of excellent quality, but it made Han Leng feel pity. He felt that if Zhao Youyue had long hair, she would definitely not be as inconspicuous as she was now. She would definitely attract the attention of men wherever she went.
Some girls were more suitable to keep their hair long. Usually, just a change of hairstyle would make people feel that she was sublimated.
"Is this considered looking up to you? You scholars, shouldn't you not bow down for money? "Zhao Youyue pursed her lips and smiled, which made her look even cuter.
"No, you've respected my ideals."
"What's your ideal?"
"I often forget the world, forget the shortness of life, forget the beautiful feelings. I'm thinking about living a despicable and shameless life, this is my ideal. "
"'Hello, Sorrow' by Françoise Sagan? 'To think freely, to think blindly, to think less, to choose my own life, to choose myself. I can't say 'become myself,' because I'm just a piece of moldable dough, but it refuses to be molded into any mold. 'It's really tiring to talk to scholars like you. "
He had to admit that he could never forget this girl named "Zhao Youyue." He even regretted not getting to know her earlier. She was such a cultured girl, but why did she not exude any of that artistic temperament? Han Leng was completely dumbfounded. He had to admit that he could never forget this girl named "Zhao Youyue." He even regretted not getting to know her earlier. She was such a cultured girl, but why did she not exude that artistic temperament? What happened to the saying, "You have the air of a scholar"?
Zhao Youyue still did not mind Han Leng's surprise. She took out her phone and said casually, "Do you have your phone with you? I'll send you a red packet of 300 RMB, WeChat or Alipay? "
"Damn, can you not treat this like buying vegetables on the street? You have to be low-key, low-key! By the way, wasn't your phone confiscated? "
"So I bought another one at noon that day."
"Tycoon, are you friends?"
"Sure, WeChat or QQ will do."
"My phone is in the dormitory …"
"I thought you were brave when I saw your cold and unruly face. I didn't expect you to be such a coward."
"Wow, tycoon, that hurts. Do you believe that I won't write your remorse letter for you?"
"Oh? Then I'll have to save some money. "
"Tycoon, don't say that. Not only my words are worth a thousand gold, I also keep my promises!"
"Don't call me 'tycoon', I'm going to eat dirt. Besides, remember my name, it's Zhao Youyue."
"I'll remember it for the rest of my life!"
Zhao Youyue looked at Han Leng, who had turned from cold into a clown. She pursed her lips and smiled, giving off the feeling of an elegant missy. No, she was a missy.
She picked up a pen from Han Leng's desk and wrote her WeChat ID on his draft book. Then, she turned around and left without any hesitation.
Han Leng sniffed and mumbled, "Smells good."
Looking at the beautiful handwriting on the draft book, he patted his warm cheeks. He was no longer sleepy.
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