Yu wennuan thinks that it's nothing to receive a letter occasionally.

What Yu wennuan didn't expect was that she kept receiving letters from here.

Some were in her notes, and some were on the table as soon as she came back to class.

Ask the class who put it here, and no one knows.

Before long, Yu wennuan received dozens of letters.

Yu wennuan took these letters home and put them in a box.

Looking at so many letters, Yu wennuan is also a little helpless.

What's the matter?

The first letter before, is it difficult to turn on the tap?

How long has it been? One after another, it has turned into so many.

What Yu wennuan doesn't understand is that these people didn't send them before. Why do they start sending them now?

Is it difficult to see her before, now?

Yu wennuan feels strange, but she doesn't want to read these letters, let alone know who these people are.

I don't know who wrote it. I can still get along with my classmates as ordinary students.

But if you know who it is, how embarrassing it will be to meet in the future!

Yu wennuan thinks that receiving letters every day is the limit.

But I didn't expect that before long, things changed again.

Maybe she didn't think it was useful to send a letter to her, and she didn't seem to have seen it, so the things sent became strange.

There are small gifts, snacks and snacks.

Yu wennuan, "..."

Looking at the things on the table and in the bucket every day, Yu wennuan feels that if he saves for a period of time, he can open a canteen.

There are too many kinds of this thing.

The food is not the same as the letter. Yu wennuan can take the letter back and put it, but what should I do with the food?

After thinking about it, Yu wennuan simply asked Yu Gang to share it with the students in the class.

Divide everything. The giver will know.

Can you understand what she means?

Yu wennuan didn't eat a mouthful. Of course Gu Mo didn't eat either.

Gu Mo not only didn't eat, but his face was more ugly than a few days ago.

Yu wennuan turned his head and looked at Gu Mo with a smile, "Dumbo, are you angry?"

Gu Mo stared at Yu Nuan and said, "I'm not angry."

When saying this, Gu Mo's eyes were particularly deep.

Who can believe that he said he was not angry?

Anyway, Yu wennuan doesn't believe it.

Gu Mo may also realize that his words are not convincing. After sighing, he whispered, "I just feel a little strange."

No one used to write to Yu wennuan and send things. Why is there so much now?

Gu Mo didn't say it, but Yu wennuan felt strange. When he heard Gu Mo say so, Yu wennuan immediately felt even more strange.

After looking at each other for a long time, "when you go back, open those letters."

Yu wennuan nodded.

Finally, after school, when I got home, Yu wennuan found the box containing the letter and took one out at random to open it.

Take out the letter paper and unfold it. You can see the strong and powerful font on it.

Yes, it was written by a boy.

There was only one piece of writing paper, and it didn't write anything disgusting, but it was all about her.

Yu wennuan saw the last signature from the beginning to the end, ten days ago.

So what this letter says is what she was doing from morning to night when she was at school ten days ago.

In an instant, goose bumps appeared on Yu wennuan's body.