When the first year of high school just started, once, Zhao Yanyan was carrying her workbook to find the teacher and accidentally tripped over something, scattering her workbook all over the place.
At that time, it was Song Weidong who helped her pick it up and even accompanied her to the teacher's office.
Since then, she began to secretly pay attention to Song Weidong, but the two didn't have much chance to interact until this year in senior high school, when they were placed in the same class.
Zhao Yanyan's long-dormant heart began to stir again.
Thinking of this, Zhao Yanyan lightly coughed twice to muster up the courage: "Song, can I talk to you?"
Song Weidong, hearing this, turned his head with a cold tone: "What's up?"
Zhao Yanyan nervously clutched the hem of her clothes: "Song... Song, is this not your Golden Pen?"
She gathered her courage and handed the pen in her hand to Song Weidong.
He glanced at it and looked away: "No, it's not."
