The little wife who wears a book and becomes the villain

Chapter 362
When Wen Xiyang passed her seat, he pointed to her textbook and reminded: "This word is pronounced zhang here, not chang."

"Oh, good." Fu Xi nodded and began to change the voice. A morning reading class passed like this. Finally, after class was over, a group of people rushed out of the classroom to walk outside.

Some people went to the toilet, and there were not many people left in the classroom.

Then Fu Xi slowly got up and walked outside, went to the toilet, and returned to the classroom after using the toilet, sat in the seat and waited for the next class.

The front desk also went to the bathroom, and when she came back, she saw her sitting on the seat, and couldn't help turning around and asking, "Fu Xi, why did Teacher Wen ask you to go up and call him just now?"

Fu Xi has always had a low sense of presence in the classroom, and this is the first time someone has taken the initiative to talk to her.

She stuttered, "I came earlier, the teacher was a little sleepy and wanted to sleep, and I was afraid that I would not wake up after the morning reading class, so I called him."

"Oh, so that's the way it is. If I had known that Mr. Wen was in charge of the class today, I would have come earlier." A regretful voice came from the front desk.

Fu Xi is very sensitive about emotions. Teacher Wen is really popular. She bowed her head silently and continued to review the content of the next class.

"Fu Xi, you are so diligent! It feels like you don't go out to play after class, at most you just go to the toilet."

The front desk seemed to think that the back desk was quite interesting, not as indifferent and unkind as imagined, and a lot more courageous, lying directly on Fu Xi's desk.

Looking at the textbook she was reviewing with a pen in her hand, people are different, and she doesn't want to read books at all except for class.

"It's nothing fun." Fu Xi stopped the pen in her hand and replied aloud. She didn't have any familiar friends, so she couldn't walk around the playground by herself.

For example, many people in the playground downstairs are in groups.

"You have a nice voice, why don't you talk with everyone in the class?"

"I do not know what to say."

"You can say anything, for example, what happened today or a little bit of boredom." The front desk is typically talkative.

It's not that difficult to know the other party, and after getting along with each other, a bunch of crackling words will start.

"Okay." Fu Xi looked at her, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, to show his friendliness. It turns out that it's not only when there is something to do that you can talk about trivial matters.

"Fu Xi, when you called Teacher Wen on stage today, did you feel your heart flutter when you got so close?"

When the front desk asked this question, he blinked ambiguously.

"No...no." Fu Xi's cheeks turned red for a moment, and she looked away uncomfortably. She had a close encounter with her when she went to call the teacher on stage.

She also sat with Mr. Wen and listened to his lecture for a long time. At that time, her heart was beating really fast.

"Really?" The more I looked at the front table, the more I felt that this was not the case. Why didn't I notice that my back table was so cute and unfunny.

She has already imagined a big drama in her mind, the soft and shy student and the gentle and considerate teacher.

"No." Fu Xi was ashamed and was about to lay her head on the table. Fortunately, the class bell finally rang, and the monitor had already started yelling for everyone to be quiet.

The front desk could only ignore the question, turned around, opened his own textbook, and prepared the content of this class.

(End of this chapter)