It's 12:12 noon on Friday, and there are still two classes in the afternoon before school.

Leaving the school is a relaxing and beautiful weekend time. The boys who gathered in the last row to eat instant noodles have started to discuss which Internet cafe to go to all night. Everyone’s face is full of excitement. The classroom is full of people and the atmosphere is better than Usually much higher.

But today is still a special day. The class is full of noise, and it's not just because of the weekend holiday.

For example, Chen Mianmian, a literary and art committee member sitting in front of Jin Siming's left, has two roses inserted in the pen holder of her desk, and there are several exquisite gift boxes in the table.

She was laughing and talking at the same table, when she suddenly heard someone calling her name outside, she raised her head with a puffy face, and trotted out.

In this cheerful atmosphere, only Jin Siming was surrounded by low air pressure, which seemed out of place.

She arched her back slightly stiffly, lowered her head and casually swiped at the mobile phone hidden under the table, her long black hair was casually pinned behind her ears, revealing a superior nose bridge and a perfect jawline, and her narrow and sharp eyebrows were slightly frowned. The thin rosy lips were tightly pressed into a line.

The tense face was black like the bottom of a pot, making Xu Ruzhou, who had passed by her seat several times, not dare to speak up.

Jin Siming sighed in his heart.

She didn't have any of them. She was lucky when she came to the classroom this morning, but as a result, the desk was bare and the desk pocket was empty.

Today is White Day, and so far, she has not received a single gift.

Even Douding sitting in front of her received a box of chocolates from a girl.

"Yao Jin!"

At this time, Yao Jin's name rang again at the door of the classroom. Since the end of get out of class, the people calling her name have not stopped.

Jin Siming scratched his ears unhappily, but couldn't help but glanced at the door.

The man named Yao Jin was a boy alha. He was quite tall and looked pretty good. Seeing Yao Jin come out, he showed his neat white millet teeth and handed him a handbag tied with a bow.

Sure enough, it was here to give gifts again. Jin Siming glanced at Yao Jin's table, there were a bunch of colorful boxes on it, and he couldn't put them down.

She received more than she had received before. In contrast, Jin Siming's loss was more than a miserable word?

Although I had already vaccinated myself, I still couldn't accept this tragic reality.

Jin Siming irritably pulled out his earphones, intending to listen to a song to soothe his mood, when suddenly, he heard a glutinous Zhengtaiyin calling her name.

She looked up and saw o, the only boy in the class: It's 12:12 noon on Friday, and there are still two classes in the afternoon before school ends.

Leaving the school is a relaxing and beautiful weekend time. The boys who gathered in the last row to eat instant noodles have started to discuss which Internet cafe to go to all night. Everyone’s face is full of excitement. The classroom is full of people and the atmosphere is better than Usually much higher.

But today is still a special day. The class is full of noise, and it's not just because of the weekend holiday.

For example, Chen Mianmian, a literary and art committee member sitting in front of Jin Siming's left, has two roses inserted in the pen holder of her desk, and there are several exquisite gift boxes in the table.

She was laughing and talking at the same table, when she suddenly heard someone calling her name outside, she raised her head with a puffy face, and trotted out.

In this cheerful atmosphere, only Jin Siming was surrounded by low air pressure, which seemed out of place.

She arched her back slightly stiffly, lowered her head and casually swiped at the mobile phone hidden under the table, her long black hair was casually pinned behind her ears, revealing a superior nose bridge and a perfect jawline, and her narrow and sharp eyebrows were slightly frowned. The thin rosy lips were tightly pressed into a line.

The tense face was black like the bottom of a pot, making Xu Ruzhou, who had passed by her seat several times, not dare to speak up.

Jin Siming sighed in his heart.

She didn't have any of them. She was lucky when she came to the classroom this morning, but as a result, the desk was bare and the desk pocket was empty.

Today is White Day, and so far, she has not received a single gift.

Even Douding sitting in front of her received a box of chocolates from a girl.

"Yao Jin!"

At this time, Yao Jin's name rang again at the door of the classroom. Since the end of get out of class, the people calling her name have not stopped.

Jin Siming scratched his ears unhappily, but couldn't help but glanced at the door.

The man named Yao Jin was a boy alha. He was quite tall and looked pretty good. Seeing Yao Jin come out, he showed his neat white millet teeth and handed him a handbag tied with a bow.

Sure enough, it was here to give gifts again. Jin Siming glanced at Yao Jin's table, there were a bunch of colorful boxes on it, and he couldn't put them down.

She received more than she had received before. In contrast, Jin Siming's loss was more than a miserable word?

Although I had already vaccinated myself, I still couldn't accept this tragic reality.

Jin Siming irritably pulled out his earphones, intending to listen to a song to soothe his mood, when suddenly, he heard a glutinous Zhengtaiyin calling her name.

She looked up and saw the only o among the boys in the class,: