Wang Muman picked up the letter and frowned at the salutation, "Man'er." It was the first time anyone had addressed her like that.
What followed was a string of cheesy pickup lines. Wang Muman patiently read on, hoping to find some genuine sentiment, but she was disappointed. She knew the letter was from a senior student, only signed with initials, no specific class or name.
"Xiao Le, it's obvious he's not good at writing," Wang Muman commented. "You can't set your sights on those snacks!"
He Lele saw the abundance of delicious, high-end snacks. "Who's this loaded? Using economic means to chase love."
"Manman, are you done reading? I think he's so greasy, I can't stand it."
Wang Muman nodded, put the letter away on her desk, and started on the next one.
"Are you really going to read them one by one?" He Lele was only interested in the owner of the snacks.
"Of course. I can't waste their efforts, and besides, they didn't sign their names, so I don't know who to return the snacks to." Wang Muman felt it was better to finish reading them.
Yan Cheng came from behind, his forehead still damp, clearly having just washed his face. He wiped it clean with a tissue. He clearly noticed the pink envelope and asked Wang Muman.
He then noticed several similar letters on Wang Muman's desk.
He Lele explained, "See? This is what a sycophant looks like." She took out several bags of snacks.
"Is this the love letter I'm thinking of?" Yan Cheng was somewhat familiar with such letters, as similar ones had appeared in his desk not long ago. However, he hadn't read them and didn't even know which book he had put them in.
He Lele nodded at him.
"Is it really spring? I got one too." Yan Cheng opened the girlish letter and started reading.
"Handsome little brother, as you've grown taller, you've attracted more attention from girls. Haven't you noticed more girls from our class coming to the basketball court?" He Lele analyzed, but saw Yan Cheng looking at the greasy letter without any other expression.
"You can actually read this! Is this what men's brains are like?" she exclaimed, surprised. She thought only Wang Muman had the patience to read them.
Yan Cheng didn't answer her. Instead, he skimmed through the letter from beginning to end, then wiped the sweat from his forehead. He shook his head, put the letter back, and returned it to its place.
"Tell us your thoughts," He Lele said, making an interviewing gesture with her fist.
Yan Cheng replied, "Not great. The salutation isn't good at all, completely lacking in propriety." He had to work hard to be able to call her Manman, so why should this person?
He Lele's laughter echoed in his ears, but it was quickly cut off by the bell. Wang Muman quickly gathered her things. The desk compartment seemed almost full. Wang Muman helplessly took out her books, the letters pressed underneath, adding to her troubles.
After the politics class ended, Zhang Jiayi came over to gossip. The news had already spread to the back.
"I think it must be someone who's always eating around you. You can observe them later," Zhang Jiayi made her judgment, exchanging a look with He Lele.
"I'll go eat with you tonight and discuss it with He Lele," Zhang Jiayi said enthusiastically. She was very knowledgeable and interested in such matters.
Wang Muman was indifferent, feeling a bit awkward. If the two of them kept looking around while eating, and she didn't, she would be the one feeling awkward.