Chapter 224: Because I’m not weird enough, I don’t fit in with you

Chapter 224

Shi Li kept her word and wrote a thank-you letter that same day to send out.

The address was provided by Rongrong, who didn't know his home address, so she wrote down his school and class information instead.

The thank-you letter was a collaborative creation by all four members of the group, with Shi Li taking charge of the final polish.

During the afternoon's free discussion period, the four of them whispered and discussed for an entire class period before completing the five-hundred-word thank-you letter.

This five-hundred-word letter was emotionally moving with a clear theme, truly a masterpiece among thank-you letters.

After finishing, all four of them read it through, and Shi Li remarked, "It's written beautifully. It will definitely make the recipient feel our sincere gratitude."

Speaking of gratitude, Qiao Jingjia chuckled, "Since we're so thankful, why don't we include a commemorative banner with the letter?"

Making commemorative banners was a familiar craft for Shi Li, so she volunteered, "I have contacts for making banners. I'll get in touch with them."

Since they were in class, they couldn't take out their phones to avoid losing points. Five minutes later when class ended, Shi Li took out her phone to arrange for an impressive banner to show her appreciation.

The staff immediately assured her they would make the most magnificent banner possible.

When the banner was ready, it was packaged together with the thank-you letter, wrapped like a gift box, and sent out.

Dong Wenhao was puzzled when he received a call from the school security guard about a package waiting for him.

He always used his home address for online shopping and had never used the school address.

He was certain he hadn't ordered anything.

Could it be that his parents had sent him something to eat during classes?

He went to collect the package during break time. The box was pink and dainty, with a strange name on the shipping label that read: "A Grateful Heart Thanks You."

It was obviously not from his mother.

A female classmate passing by overheard this and scoffed quietly, muttering, "Hmph, show-off."

Under everyone's watchful eyes, Dong Wenhao slowly opened the box and first pulled out a letter.

The classroom erupted, "A love letter! It must be a love letter!"

Dong Wenhao was feeling quite pleased when his "good friend" snatched the letter before he could open it.

Since it was supposedly a love letter addressed to him, he didn't mind if his friend read it aloud.

Deep down, Dong Wenhao hoped he would read it out loud, so while he made gestures to stop him, he didn't try too hard and naturally "gave up."

When the "love letter" was roughly opened, his classmate froze and remained silent for a long while. Others kept urging him, "Read it! If you won't, I will!"

Aliali: 673eba99c4f3f33ac4ee9836The boy leaned in and saw the words "Thank You Letter" right in the middle of the page.

Though it wasn't a love letter, this could still be something good - perhaps Dong Wenhao would even receive public recognition from teachers and the school.

He began reading dramatically, but as he continued, something felt off. After quickly scanning the final paragraph, he fell silent.

The last paragraph revealed that Shi Li and her group had achieved good results in a competition thanks to his "motivation," and ended with more thanks for his "help."

The reader fell silent, and the surrounding students who leaned in to see what was happening also fell quiet.

Dong Wenhao, not hearing any continuation, looked up curiously and was met with strange looks from everyone around him.

His fair-weather friend pulled out the remaining contents of the box: a printed announcement list and a commemorative banner.

The announcement list thoughtfully had three names circled in blue pen - two first prizes and one second prize.

Shi Li's thoughtfulness didn't stop there. She had printed out the entire announcement list, and on the last page, Dong Wenhao's name was circled.

Everyone present thought: While the actual damage was minimal, the insult was maximum.