Xueba's sweet wife is super cute

Chapter 35 035: Close Contact, Silent Contest
"puff--"

"Hahaha--"

"No, no, I'm laughing to death."

"Oh, mother!"

"What's so funny!" Even if the Chinese teacher has a good temper, she will be a little unhappy. She looked at Xue Fei not far away angrily, and said with a serious face: "Xue Fei, stand up!"

Xue Fei, who laughed so hard that he couldn't control himself, held back the corner of his mouth and stood up.

"What laughing!"

"Pfft, I'm not laughing at anything." Xue Fei glanced at Zhen Mingzhu who was a little far away with an innocent face, couldn't help but yelled again, and could only say, "Well, the name of the new classmate is a bit funny."

Jia Zhenzhen, it's true, it's true, hahaha...

He was so happy that he couldn't control himself, but the Chinese teacher obviously couldn't get his point, and said dissatisfiedly: "The new classmate just transferred here, everyone should be united and friendly, and make progress together. You can't stop laughing just because of a name." ?"

"I'm sorry teacher, I was wrong." Xue Fei said sincerely with his head down.

"Sit down." The Chinese teacher gave him an annoyed look, turned his gaze back to Zhen Mingzhu, and said kindly, "New students, please sit down too."

"Thank you teacher." Zhen Mingzhu said with a smile.

The Chinese teacher hummed, and looked at Cheng Yanning next to her again, reminding: "The new classmate doesn't have a textbook yet, Cheng Yanning, you and her should read one."

"puff--"

The top students in the classroom sprayed again.

Unfortunately, the matter has come to this point, and no one dares to expose the truth.

Cheng Yanning put his Chinese documents between the two tables expressionlessly, and let the "new classmate" read it with him.

This is a bit of a surprise.

Zhen Mingzhu glanced gratefully at the elderly Chinese teacher in Class [-], Senior Three, who never thought that the teacher was also looking at her, and caught her grateful gaze accurately. Kind of affection and love.

Seeing this scene, many students in the classroom felt their stomachs ached to death.

The primary school girl is so good at acting, Oscar owes her a statuette!
On the podium, the Chinese teacher was unaware of all this, turned his back on the chalk, and began to write on the blackboard meticulously.

Zhen Mingzhu's eyes fell on Cheng Yanning's textbook.

What to learn in this class, the teacher should have said hello in advance.There are traces of preview in Cheng Yanning's textbook, and his handwriting is just like his own, elegant and handsome, with smooth strokes.

Zhen Mingzhu leaned closer to him, and whispered, "Your handwriting is so beautiful."

Cheng Yanning looked at her patiently and ignored her.

Sitting with him in class, Zhen Mingzhu was inexplicably happy, not annoyed at all, instead, taking advantage of the close distance, she sized him up unscrupulously.

After a long while, Cheng Yanning lost his temper after being stared at by her, and whispered, "Be quiet."

"Then hold my hand." After Zhen Mingzhu finished speaking, she suddenly raised her hand to touch it, and was about to pull the hand that was hanging by his side.

Who would have thought that before the hand was held, another voice came from the podium: "Student Jia Zhenzhen."

Zhen Mingzhu stood up again amidst the attention of the whole class.

The Chinese teacher stepped down from the podium and said in a gentle voice: "Everyone, read the text first, and Jia Zhenzhen, please read the first paragraph."

Zhen Mingzhu: "..."

The kind Chinese teacher gave her an encouraging look.

Of course, this kind of kindness for her could not be shirked. Zhen Mingzhu sighed silently in her heart, picked up Cheng Yanning's textbook, and read aloud: "Go back! Will the huhu not return to the pastoral? Xingyao, melancholy and lonely? Awareness of the past and not remonstrance..."

The classroom was so quiet, she pursed her lips and put down the book.

The language teacher glanced at her approvingly, and praised her: "Not bad, very fluent. The standard pronunciation and rhythm are also very good. Cheng Yanning, please read the second paragraph."

Everyone in the classroom had already laughed like idiots, but they had to bear it back. Seeing their class monitor take the book from Zhen Mingzhu, he read it in a cold voice: "Zhou Yaoyao is flying lightly, and the wind is fluttering and blowing clothes. Ask On the way before Zhengfu, I hate the twilight of the morning light..."

After reading word by word, Cheng Yanning sat down expressionlessly.

Beside him, Zhen Mingzhu suddenly took his pen and was about to write something in the book.

Cheng Yanning raised her hand to stop him, Zhen Mingzhu's left hand on the table suddenly reached out to grab his hand, the two of them were close at hand, she looked into his eyes, and smiled silently but unscrupulously, with a proud look like a tooth and claw. Shades of pussy.

Cheng Yanning pulled his hand away, leaving her alone.

He compromised, and Zhen Mingzhu calmed down a bit. With one hand holding his book and the other holding his pen, she lowered her head and began to write seriously.

The text was quickly read by several students, and Cheng Yanning had to read the book, and saw a rather long sentence: "In 2006, on September 9, the morning was bright and the sun was shining. Zhen Mingzhu and Cheng Yanning read a book together, so happy Well, I will remember it here. Zhen Zhen."

This literary style is simply unprepared.

Cheng Yanning was in a daze, when the girl suddenly raised her face and smiled and asked: "How is it, my handwriting is not worse than yours, is it?"

The two of them were already sitting at the same table, and she was very close to him. When she raised her head suddenly, her lips almost touched his chin. It is the unique taste of girls, and it is hard to forget when it enters the tip of the nose.

Cheng Yanning's face turned cold, he lowered his head, and refused to speak anymore.

Zhen Mingzhu didn't care, and turned his pen casually with the tip of his right finger, looking contented and happy.

"Jingle Bell--"

As soon as the get out of class bell rang, the Chinese teacher on the podium came out of the classroom.

The top students in Class [-], Grade [-] couldn't hold back anymore, one or two hahahaha leaned forward and laughed, their presumptuous voices almost knocked over the roof.

Cheng Yanning sat in his seat with a cold face and said nothing, remaining as calm as ever.

Zhen Mingzhu twirled a pen at her fingertips so fast, it was like a show of skill, which amazed all the top students. In the end, she slapped the spinning pen on the table, and turned her head to ask Cheng Yanning: "Senior, what's your next class?" What class?"

Without raising his head, Cheng Yanning took out the English book from the drawer.

The boy behind him looked at Zhen Mingzhu's puzzled face, couldn't help it, cleared his throat, and kindly reminded, "Our homeroom teacher takes English."

Zhen Mingzhu was taken aback, then smiled and said, "Thank you senior."

After saying that, she took a look at Cheng Yanning, jumped out of the classroom, and by the way, took the pen that Cheng Yanning used in class.

"Pfft, hahaha——"

"My mother, this girl is too cute!"

"Hello teacher!"

"I'm a new transfer student."

"Jia Zhenzhen."

"Hahahaha-"

While the boys were singing and laughing in harmony, Cheng Yanning took out another pen from the drawer, couldn't hold it back, and the corners of his lips curved upwards slightly.

The arc was extremely shallow, as if he wasn't smiling.

　Zhen Zhen: "Everyone says, am I cute or not? [Smelly and Tsundere Face]"

　　
　
(End of this chapter)