MTL - Sir, Madam Went Back To Her Maternal Home Again-Chapter 41 He looks like a different person this semester

  Chapter 41 He looks like a different person this semester

   Sniffing out the danger in his tone, she quickly raised her eyes, "No, I'm afraid of delaying you, or I won't bother you by myself."

   "I'm afraid of trouble with me, but you won't trouble with Shen Mu?"

   What is there to compare.

  Wen Hua rolled her eyes, "But I heard that you haven't come to school for two weeks."

  He chuckled lightly, "I can teach you the same thing if I haven't come to school for two months."

  “······”

  He might have forgotten that she taught mathematics and physics last semester.

   "Okay, then tell me about this physics problem."

  She casually pointed out something difficult, thinking that if he couldn't tell it, he would not be so justified in hindering her study.

   Unexpectedly, this big guy turned the pen with his fingertips, looked down at the question twice, and actually solved it, and he spoke in an orderly manner.

  It took her a long time to think about this question, why is his brain so good all of a sudden?

   "Did you secretly study during the holidays?"

"Isn't this what you taught last semester? It wakes up me, who was originally a scumbag, and I'm still barely doing it now." He suddenly moved closer, and Mo Tong stared at her, "How should I thank you, little teacher? "

  The handsome face so close at hand made Wen Hua suddenly embarrassed, she stepped back a little, lowered her eyes and said: "It should be, I am very pleased that you have made progress."

  He hooked his lips, straightened his back, propped his head with one hand, and said lazily: "Then bring you a week's breakfast, you have brought me a lot before, so it's a courtesy."

   "Okay, either."

"How is your hand?"

   "It's a little itchy, you can't touch it with water, it's usually fine, but it still hurts if you accidentally touch it."

   After thinking for a while, Xi Mo said, "I'll help you fetch water during this time."

  Wen Hua drank the water in the cup in one gulp, and looked at him after hearing the words, "Then, I will trouble you."

   "Who asked me to be your deskmate? This is what deskmates seem to do."

  Sun Laoshu, who was looking in the mirror in front of him, saw the interaction between the two of them.

   She went to the bathroom during recess, and when she squatted in the cubicle, she heard someone talking outside the bathroom.

   "Xu Zi, I heard that your goddess is back to school today."

  The person who was washing his hands paused, "Really?"

   "You don't know, I just heard from a friend in the first class."

   "No wonder that guy Fu Ming sneaked up to the second floor with a rose in the afternoon without eating. It turned out he was secretly delivering flowers."

   "Senior Fu still likes sister Wen?"

  Xu Zi wiped her hands, "I like it, he is so energetic when he mentions Wen Hua, and let me deduct less points from her."

   "Hahaha, Mr. Fu is so funny. I used to think he was a scumbag when I saw his cold and awkward appearance. I didn't expect such a cute contrast, and he was so infatuated with Sister Wen."

  Xu Zi nodded, "People are good, but I don't know whether he understands what it means to really like it."

  Sun Laoshu's eyes dimmed in the bathroom. It turned out that Wen Hua was so famous in No. 1 Middle School.

  She has seen Fu Ming before, he is very handsome, the kind who doesn't look straight at people when walking on the road.

  He actually likes Wen Hua.

  —

  On Thursday, the school held a tug-of-war competition.

   On the playground, Class 1 and Class 2 are fighting.

  Under the yellow oak tree, Wen Hua, who was unable to participate in the competition, worked hard to cheer for the class.

  The onlookers were also free to choose a team to cheer for, and the voice of cheering for the first team on the playground was obviously much louder.

  Finally class one won, and everyone was so excited that they cheered on the spot.

  Sun Laoshu and his roommates were sweating on their foreheads from exhaustion. They went to the side to wipe off their sweat and rested, when they heard the sound of a boy talking next to them.

   "Who is the hardest-working girl who was cheering for the first class just now? She looks so beautiful."

   "Wen Hua, she is the one who transferred to the No. 1 Middle School last semester, and she has always been the first in the grade."

  The boy suddenly realized, "Damn it, so she is our school's beauty? I haven't seen her before, so she looks really good, no wonder even Fu Ming rejected her."

   "Didn't you see her speech under the national flag before the host on New Year's Day?"

   "It's just that there is no fate. It just so happens that I have taken leave for the past two days. I just heard my classmates sigh afterwards. Today I finally saw the true face of the school girl."

   "I heard from their classmates that she also has a good personality. She looks good, studies well, and is well-educated. I don't know what kind of person she will be with in the future with such a good girl."

  Sun Laoshu looked over to the yellow oak tree, and saw Xi Mo walking up to Wen Wei in a few steps, ignoring her demented reaction, took the mineral water in her hand and drank it with his head up.

   "I took this for Lu Yu..."

  Xi said in an indifferent tone: "It's unopened, and I'll pay her a bottle later. Why are you panicking?"

   After he finished speaking, he took another sip, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, accompanied by a cooing sound, Wen Hua looked away.

   "Then you can't come up and grab it without saying a word, it's not..." the robber.

  He raised his eyebrows, "Huh?"

   "It's nothing." Lu Yu and the others called her, and she took a step forward, "You don't need to pay, we are going back to the classroom."

  Xi Mo pulled her back and stopped the general, "Wait."

  Wen Hua turned around, and he stuffed a coat in his arms.

   "I still have to play ball, please help me take my clothes back at the same table."

"oh."

   Walking a little further away, Lu Lin and the others asked her in surprise, why her relationship with Xi Mo has become so good recently.

   "It's the same table. If you look down and see you, of course you have to get along well."

  Lu Yu: "Didn't he often give you trouble last semester? Why does he seem to be a different person this semester?"

  Lu Lin: "That's right, he came to the classroom every day as soon as you returned to school, why do I feel that the way he looked at you just now is wrong, Xi Mo won't like it..."

   "You guys think too much," Wen Hua interrupted, "I don't know how long he and I will be at the same table, so don't talk nonsense."

  She hugged his coat, which had the same clear smell as his body, too strong to be ignored.

  She calmed down and tried not to be disturbed by their words.

  Xi Mo didn't come back from playing until it was almost evening class. As soon as she came back, she asked her for a paper to wipe her sweat.

  Wen Hua gave him a wet wipe.

  He looked at the pale pink wet wipe in his hand, and remembered that she had given him the same one.

   "A little girl is a little girl, you really like this pink wet wipe."

   "You play ball so late every day, aren't you afraid that it will affect your studies?"

  Xi Mo squinted at her, "Why don't we make a bet, if I do well in this monthly exam, you promise me one request, and if I don't do well in the exam, I will promise you one request."

  Wen Hua didn't notice that he was led astray, so he just asked suspiciously: "What does it mean to do well in an exam?"

   "You decide. When the results come out, you will make your own evaluation. If you say good, it is good, and if it is not good, it is not good."

  She was dazed, and finally came to her senses, "But why do you want to gamble?"

   "That's what makes it interesting."

  —

  In the spring semester, the school has to prepare for the upcoming May 4th Youth Day. Every year, the school holds a cultural performance on this day, and every class has to prepare a program to participate.

  For this matter, the homeroom teacher specially held a class meeting to select art committee members.

   "This event will be in charge of the selected literary and art committee members. Is there anyone who recommends himself?"

  The audience was silent.

  (end of this chapter)