Ouyang Yifeng is really smart, he improves quickly. In the next monthly exam, he jumped into the top three hundred in the grade. Although he missed the last monthly exam, Ye Anhao could still see his progress.
"So, Teacher Ye, are you satisfied with this result?" Ouyang Yifeng squinted and smiled.
"What do I have to be satisfied or unsatisfied about? This is your grade, not mine." Even though she said that, Ye Anhao still felt sowhat gratified in her heart. After all, at the beginning, Ouyang Yifeng couldn’t even manage the most basic and simplest questions.
In one month, being able to get close to the top three hundred in the grade, Ye Anhao had to admit, Ouyang Yifeng practically created a miracle. However, she also had a faint suspicion that maybe this guy wasn’t bad at grades before?
But upon closer thought, she denied that possibility. She had been deskmates with Ouyang Yifeng for so long and had seen what he was like at first.
"Ye Anhao, how about we celebrate after school?" Ouyang Yifeng suggested.
"No need, today is my grandmother’s birthday, I need to go back early."
"Then how about another day?"
"No need another day either, besides studying, it’s better for and you not to have too much involvent. Otherwise, wouldn’t I be torn apart by your admirers?"
But speaking of which, it’s strange. During this period, the number of girls around Ouyang Yifeng decreased significantly, even though Ye Anhao had delivered a few love letters for him.
Speaking of delivering love letters, Ye Anhao couldn’t help but think of two weeks ago. At that ti, the class beauty from the neighboring class handed her a pink love letter, begging her to deliver it to Ouyang Yifeng. She originally didn’t like to ddle in such affairs but couldn’t resist the class beauty’s tearful pleas, so she agreed. Who knew, when she handed the letter to Ouyang Yifeng, he freaked out and tore it to shreds on the spot.
"Who told you to deliver love letters for others? Are you really that free? I hadn’t noticed you had the potential to be a matchmaker."
Ye Anhao was stunned by Ouyang Yifeng’s string of questions. Upon careful reflection, she realized she had indeed ddled, yet she felt sowhat wronged and frustrated. "I couldn’t care less about your affairs anymore."
Since then, Ye Anhao never delivered love letters for anyone again and was surprised to find that fewer people were chasing Ouyang Yifeng.
She didn’t pursue the reason; after all, Ouyang Yifeng’s romantic debts had nothing to do with her.
However, Ouyang Yifeng was quite concerned about this matter. Actually, what he cared about wasn’t the matter itself, but what kind of existence he had in Ye Anhao’s heart.
Was she really so generous to deliver love letters for all those obsessed girls without feeling any discomfort?
Ouyang Yifeng was disappointed to find out that indeed she wasn’t. Ye Anhao didn’t mind at all when other girls approached him.
So, when Ye Anhao ntioned those girls in such a tone, Ouyang Yifeng’s face darkened.
Seeing Ouyang Yifeng’s darkened face, Ye Anhao belatedly realized she had touched a sore spot. She didn’t understand why Ouyang Yifeng was so repelled by her ntioning the girls around him; could it be that he was annoyed by them?
It seems that being pursued by many isn’t necessarily a bad thing.
Ouyang Yifeng’s anger ca quickly and went quickly. Soon enough, he was back to his carefree self. He curved his lips and said, "So today is your grandmother’s birthday, how about we celebrate for her?"
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