MTL - Sir, Madam Went Back To Her Maternal Home Again-Chapter 15 childhood sweetheart

  Chapter 15 Childhood sweetheart

   "Good speech, next question."

  She continued to talk, and in the middle of the talk, she casually glanced at him, only to find that his eyes were not on the test paper from beginning to end.

  In his eyes, there is no openness to understand the topic, nor is there a thirst for knowledge about unknown types of questions, and the little bit of interest in his deep eyes is definitely not about mathematics.

  She understood that he didn't come to study mathematics at all.

   "You..." She pushed the test paper in front of him, "You try to do it yourself, I still have some papers to practice, I will teach you another day."

   "Are you impatient after only talking about two questions?"

"no······"

   "Think I'm delaying your study?" Xi Mo looked directly at her.

   "I don't think you delay my study, but you don't listen to me when I tell you."

   "How do you know I didn't listen?"

  Wen Hua raised her lowered eyes slightly.

  Xi Mo picked up the pen and started to solve the problem on the draft pad. After a while, a problem was completely solved, and he pushed forward.

   "How are you doing?"

  Wen Hua nodded.

   is indeed the way she teaches.

  His ability to learn while playing is so strong?

  Xi Mo: "Continue?"

"good."

   After talking about two big questions in a row, Wen Wei found that he had a good foundation, and he knew the basic formulas and usages, just a little bit of dialing.

  Every time he finished a question and asked him if he understood, he gave a deep "hmm" as if affirming her, and Wen Hua felt a sense of accomplishment growing in his heart.

  The bell rang for the end of get out of class, and she put the cap on the pen.

   "Let's get here today."

  She turned around to collect her things, Xi Mo passed by with her bag slung across her shoulders, with a shiny necklace wrapped around her fingers, and said in a calm voice, "See you tomorrow, little teacher."

"See you tomorrow······"

  Watching his back walk out of the classroom, she breathed out slowly, why was it so oppressive to be with him.

  His eyes seemed to know something intentionally or unintentionally. Thinking of that necklace, she pursed her lips, and must find a way to get it back!

Early morning is the time when the efficiency of endorsement is the best. Wen Hua has to memorize it for half an hour every day in the morning light of birds and flowers before entering the classroom. Recently, there are many unknown flowers blooming on the small **** behind the classroom. The best area for her endorsement.

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  The person who was concentrating on reciting "Pipa Xing" suddenly turned his head and met the eyes of the people in the classroom through the transparent window.

  Early in the morning, her fair face was bathed in the morning light, she was as clear as a picture, and there was no trace of impurities in her ethereal eyebrows and eyes, but only reverence and desire for knowledge.

  Xi Mo didn't look at her on purpose. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw someone holding a book outside the window, with low brows and eyes concentrating on reciting. When she looked back subconsciously, the two just looked at each other.

  He didn't hide it when she found out, his black eyes stared quietly, but it was Wen Hua who couldn't stop looking away first.

   There were still ten minutes before class, when she returned to the classroom, she saw bread and milk on the table, and looked at her deskmate suspiciously.

  Deskmate: "It seems to be sent by Cheng Xie from Class 5."

  Who is this Cheng Xie?

  Can't they study hard and make progress every day?

  She sighed slightly, and said to her deskmate: "If someone brings something when I'm not around, can you push it for me, I don't even know these people."

  As a girl at the same table, she naturally understands her embarrassment.

   "Okay, I'll push it away for you in the future, and I won't let people deliver things to your table."

  Wen Hua took out 20 yuan, "If you know Cheng Xie, help me give him this money."

  The tablemate was stunned for a moment, "Actually, there's no need to return it. Boys save face. They'd rather you throw it away than ask for your money."

   "I know." She said a little depressed: "But it can't go on like this."

  She also felt that it was unnecessary at first, so she just opened her eyes and closed her eyes, and just focused on her own study. Firstly, they all came to deliver things anonymously, so she couldn't see anyone; secondly, they simply delivered things without confessing their love, so it was hard for her to say anything.

   But now people she doesn't know at all come to deliver things every now and then, and she is really tired of coping.

   "Yes!" Wen Wei leaned closer to the ear of the deskmate, "Do me a favor..."

  If she knew that she had someone she liked, those boys would probably stop.

   Within a few days, the news that Wen Hua had someone he liked spread like wildfire, and all kinds of information in the grade were collected, and such a piece of gossip was summed up.

  The beauties in Class 1 already had a crush on him before he transferred to another school. The other party was an excellent handsome guy who was outstanding in everything. The two were childhood sweethearts. They grew up together and liked each other. In the future, they might tie the knot after listening to their elders.

  As soon as this gossip came out, it immediately caused a stir in the grades. The boys who had a crush on Wen Hua were broken in love and heartbroken, and the girls who admired her beauty were overwhelmed with excitement.

  Sixteen and seventeen-year-old girls like unrestrained imaginations the most. Ke Wenhua and her childhood sweetheart CP fans have imagined a lot of plots in Mary Su's youth novels.

   Some of them reached the ears of the parties somehow.

Wen Hua listened to her tablemate telling her about her "love history". The handsome Zhuma came to her house to pay New Year's Eve greetings. After dinner, she accompanied him for a walk outside. Walking, the two of them arrived at a quiet poplar grove. Suddenly holding her soft and boneless little hand.

  At that time, the fireworks rose brilliantly over the forest, and the eyes of the bamboo horse were full of starlight and tenderness.

   "Happy New Year, Huahua."

"Happy New Year."

  Zhuma gave her a beautiful hairpin, "My gift has been delivered, can I ask for your gift?"

   "I prepared it, I'm at home, I'll get it for you when I go back..."

  The girl under the fireworks has mild eyebrows and eyes, and red lips, which is a very seductive color.

  Zhuma bent down slightly, and gently covered her lips, "I've got what I want the most."

  The tablemate was already very excited after speaking, and took Wen Hua's arm, "Ah, it's so sweet! They are so good!"

  If she hadn't spread the fake news, she would have thought it was true.

  After the tablemate got excited, she realized that Wen Wei was lying on the table with both hands in the posture of just listening to the story, with a thin powder on the tip of her ears and side of her face.

   Listen to your own story by yourself Shy?

   This is so much fun!

  The person in the back seat raised his head from the crook of his arms, stretched his neck, frowned slightly, and looked displeasedly at the two who had been chattering since he fell asleep.

  Girls are really troublesome.

  The tablemate called her, "Wen Hua?"

  Wen Hua came back to his senses, and fanned the wind with the book.

   "No. 1 Middle School is indeed full of talents."

  The tablemate was still quite curious, "Do you really have a childhood sweetheart?"

  Seeing that Lu Yu at the front table turned his head slightly, as if wanting to hear gossip secretly, Wen Wei laughed helplessly.

   "Forget it, he is several years older than me, he is really handsome, he can shoot, and his IQ is much higher than mine."

   "You really have a childhood sweetheart?!" Lu Yu turned around and said in surprise.

   Her voice was too loud, and everyone around her looked this way. Wen Hua put her index finger in front of her lips, "Shhh, don't get excited."

  Lu Yu lowered his voice: "Did you automatically bring in the bamboo horse's face when you heard that story just now?"

"No."

   "Then whose face did you substitute?"

  "No one, I listened to other people's stories, without self-substitution."

  It's boring in the afternoon, and I don't know what's going on today. The weather is extremely hot, and I feel sweat oozing from the tip of my nose when I sit in the classroom.

  Xi Mo hooked his feet and kicked the legs of the front table.

  Wen Hua turned around.

   "Open a window."

  (end of this chapter)