There was a pretty girl in year two class three who was especially fond of Yue tingfeng. She was persistent in giving him love letters, confessions, and gifts.
Although Yue tingfeng had told her long ago that it was impossible and that she should not waste her time.
However, the girl did not come often.
Many boys liked to talk like that, but Yue tingfeng did not like it.
Every time he saw that girl, he felt a headache. When he heard her speak, he felt an even bigger headache.
Yue tingfeng could not help but sigh when he heard from Meng Heng and the rest that the girl was here again.
He had told the girl many times not to look for him and not to disturb his life and studies, but the girl turned a deaf ear.
Meng Heng saw that Yue tingfeng's face was full of worry and seemed to be very unhappy. He said,""Hey, God Yue, actually, you don't have to worry too much. I'll tell you a way, it'll definitely work."
"What is it?" Yue tingfeng asked.
