In the evening after school, Shen Zhaozhao hadn't finished packing up when she saw Sheng Chuyi passing by with his backpack.
Seeing this, Shen Zhaozhao hurriedly stuffed the remaining items into her backpack, not even bothering to zip it up, and chased after him, calling out, "Yiyi, why are you walking so fast? Wait up for me!!!"
Sheng Chuyi ignored her.
Shen Zhaozhao jogged all the way to catch up with him and said, "I heard someone wrote you a love letter today?"
"Don't know!" Sheng Chuyi frowned, looking quite unhappy.
His tone wasn't very nice either.
"How could you not know someone wrote you a love letter? I heard the girl who wrote it is the class president of Class Two. I've seen her before; she's pretty good-looking."
Shen Zhaozhao knew since childhood that he was popular, with little girls lining up every day in kindergarten to give him treats.
In the first grade, someone wrote him a love letter.
