My Inner Thoughts Are Heard by the Entire Noble Academy

Chapter 224

Shi Li kept her word and wrote a thank-you letter that same day to send out.

The address was provided by Rongrong, who didn't know his home address, so she wrote down his school and class information instead.

The thank-you letter was a collaborative creation by all four members of the group, with Shi Li taking charge of the final polish.

During the afternoon's free discussion period, the four of them whispered and discussed for an entire class period before completing the five-hundred-word thank-you letter.

This five-hundred-word letter was emotionally moving with a clear theme, truly a masterpiece among thank-you letters.

After finishing, all four of them read it through, and Shi Li remarked, "It's written beautifully. It will definitely make the recipient feel our sincere gratitude."

Speaking of gratitude, Qiao Jingjia chuckled, "Since we're so thankful, why don't we include a commemorative banner with the letter?"

Making commemorative banners was a familiar craft for Shi Li, so she volunteered, "I have contacts for making banners. I'll get in touch with them."

Since they were in class, they couldn't take out their phones to avoid losing points. Five minutes later when class ended, Shi Li took out her phone to arrange for an impressive banner to show her appreciation.

The staff immediately assured her they would make the most magnificent banner possible.

When the banner was ready, it was packaged together with the thank-you letter, wrapped like a gift box, and sent out.

Dong Wenhao was puzzled when he received a call from the school security guard about a package waiting for him.

He always used his home address for online shopping and had never used the school address.

He was certain he hadn't ordered anything.

Could it be that his parents had sent him something to eat during classes?

He went to collect the package during break time. The box was pink and dainty, with a strange name on the shipping label that read: "A Grateful Heart Thanks You."

It was obviously not from his mother.

The pink, delicate box looked like something a girl would use, and Dong Wenhao couldn't help but wonder if it was from a secret admirer.

He just didn't know which girl it might be.

Images of various girls flashed through his mind.

It seemed like any of them could be the sender, and Dong Wenhao was in high spirits.

He was very curious about what was inside the box but didn't open it on his way back.

Instead, he proudly carried it back to the classroom, enjoying the attention from passing classmates, feeling his image had become even more impressive.

Walking into the classroom with the gift box immediately drew many classmates' attention.

Several students gathered around him, asking, "Is it a gift from your girlfriend?"

"The packaging is so beautiful, it must be from a girl."

"Wenhao, when did you get a girlfriend without telling your brothers? That's not cool!"

"When will you introduce her to us? Let us meet her!"

Suddenly, he was surrounded by all kinds of flattery, and Dong Wenhao's vanity was greatly satisfied.

He modestly said, "Don't be ridiculous, talking about girlfriends and all. I don't have a girlfriend right now."

Dong Wenhao placed the package on his desk and slowly opened it, saying, "I don't even know who sent it. There's no name on it."

The teasing voices around him grew louder, "It must be from someone who has a secret crush on you!"

That's exactly what Dong Wenhao thought, but he couldn't say it. Instead, he played it down, "How could anyone have a crush on me? Stop teasing me."

He knew exactly how to create buzz around himself. What should have been a simple package collection turned into something like a celebrity press conference, with almost the entire class gathering around him.

The students closest to him heard his modest denial about secret admirers and immediately began praising everything about him, from his family background to his looks, academics, and more, making him sound like he was beyond perfect, rating his looks at 150 points out of 100.

A female classmate passing by overheard this and scoffed quietly, muttering, "Hmph, show-off."

Under everyone's watchful eyes, Dong Wenhao slowly opened the box and first pulled out a letter.

The classroom erupted, "A love letter! It must be a love letter!"

Dong Wenhao was feeling quite pleased when his "good friend" snatched the letter before he could open it.

Since it was supposedly a love letter addressed to him, he didn't mind if his friend read it aloud.

Deep down, Dong Wenhao hoped he would read it out loud, so while he made gestures to stop him, he didn't try too hard and naturally "gave up."

When the "love letter" was roughly opened, his classmate froze and remained silent for a long while. Others kept urging him, "Read it! If you won't, I will!"

Aliali: 673eba99c4f3f33ac4ee9836The boy leaned in and saw the words "Thank You Letter" right in the middle of the page.

Though it wasn't a love letter, this could still be something good - perhaps Dong Wenhao would even receive public recognition from teachers and the school.

He began reading dramatically, but as he continued, something felt off. After quickly scanning the final paragraph, he fell silent.

The last paragraph revealed that Shi Li and her group had achieved good results in a competition thanks to his "motivation," and ended with more thanks for his "help."

The reader fell silent, and the surrounding students who leaned in to see what was happening also fell quiet.

Dong Wenhao, not hearing any continuation, looked up curiously and was met with strange looks from everyone around him.

His fair-weather friend pulled out the remaining contents of the box: a printed announcement list and a commemorative banner.

The announcement list thoughtfully had three names circled in blue pen - two first prizes and one second prize.

Shi Li's thoughtfulness didn't stop there. She had printed out the entire announcement list, and on the last page, Dong Wenhao's name was circled.

Everyone present thought: While the actual damage was minimal, the insult was maximum.