Shen Huan gave him a somewhat strange look, then noticed the A4 paper in front of the boy, the words 'self-criticism' glaring obnoxiously.
Shen Huan "......"
The boy, with tears of bitterness, said "Bro, don't be like me, this is all from bitter lessons. Yesterday, the first thing our homeroom teacher did upon entering the classroom was to go to Jiu Anruan's desk, then he pulled out several pink love letters, and those of us who wrote the love letters got caught and had to write self-criticisms.
I didn't really understand before why just writing a love letter meant we had to write so many words of self-criticism, but then upon asking around, turns out our homeroom teacher is Jiu Anruan's dad. You see, writing love letters to his daughter right under his nose, no wonder he was so mad."
Especially those looks he gave them, it was as if he wanted to eat them alive, seriously scary, I dare not write love letters to Jiu Anruan anymore.
