Ma Mingquan kept a straight face and replied sternly, "Let go of your hand!"
Song Fang cupped the paper in his hand tightly as he replied, "Never! Every single stroke that formed the words on this paper was made by me with a 50-cent black pen. Each and every word represents my love and care for Sister Zhi! You must not take it away from me!"
Ma Mingquan replied, "You're affecting other students by passing a slip of paper in class!"
Song Fang kicked Fu Zhi's chair and said anxiously, "Sister Zhi, say something!"
Fu Zhi pressed her lips. "Why can't you guys communicate with each other through QQ? Why must you pass a piece of paper around? Besides, just like you s*ck at passing ball, you also s*ck at passing paper and you've indeed disturbed my rest."
Song Fang looked at Fu Zhi, his eyes filled with disbelief. It was only now that he realized he had been too naive. How could he trust a dense, cold-hearted person like Fu Zhi to bare her soul to him?
