Xueba at the same table from the future

Chapter 239 Would you like to have lunch with me?

Until Chen Mu returned to the classroom, he still didn't understand the meaning of Fan Xian's actions just now.

Whether it is to let myself be a propaganda committee member, or to readily agree to Li Xinxi's request to study outside.This all seemed extremely abrupt, and it didn't fit Fan Xian's usual salty fish personality at all.

Chen Mu leaned against the window and recalled it several times, but suddenly remembered a neglected detail.

According to how well Fan Xian knew himself, it was impossible for him not to know that he was not interested in this kind of thing.

But quite speaking, I prefer to be a propaganda committee member rather than the tedious work of deputy squad leader.

suddenly.

At this time, Chen Mu, who was in a daze by the window every day, looked up, but saw a familiar dazed hair came into view.

This is a long-lost English class, and the familiar teacher Dumao is brushing and writing on the blackboard.

Chen Mu's eyes then fell on Jiang Yin's back, and he couldn't help feeling a little dazed for a while.

a long time.

Chen Mu withdrew his gaze again, and turned to look at the little squirrel holding his cheek beside him.

The boy's brows were tightly frowned, and the questioning voice at this time was also accompanied by a slight tremor.

"Miss, tell me, have we been tricked by Fan Xian and Mr. Jiang?"

"Cuckoo~"

What responded was Li Xinxi's happy expression covering her mouth and smiling.

Sensing the movement by the window at this time, Jiang Yin also looked at Li Xinxi with a slight smile.

"Silly dog, there is no me, only you."

Li Xinxi blinked at him without fear, then poked Chen Mu on the shoulder.

The newly replaced fountain pen was handed over to the hand, and it was time for desktop note exchange that had not appeared for a long time.

"Lu Xun once said a word—" Chen Mu moved his eyes to the first line of the new page.

"The Chinese temperament always likes to reconcile and compromise."

"For example, if you say that the room is too dark and you need to open a window here, everyone will definitely not allow it."

"But if you advocate removing the roof, they'll come to terms with it and open the windows."

"In other words, Fan Xian originally wanted me to be a propaganda committee member?"

After staring at the little squirrel beside him for a while, Chen Mu, who cleared his mind, let out a long breath of relief.

"It's just that I can't figure out the reason for doing this. It's just a propaganda committee member."

"The work of the propaganda committee is no less than that of the deputy monitor, especially in this semester." Li Xinxi smiled even more.

"Otherwise, Mr. Fan wouldn't have specially invited Mr. Jiang to sing blush. He was aggressive from the very beginning."

"hiss--"

Thinking of some details just now, Chen Mu couldn't help but gasped, and even started writing more frequently.

"Miss, you, the last request just now, is also probing for this kind of thing?"

"Otherwise?", while Jiang Yin was still copying the blackboard, Li Xinxi decisively gave Chen Mu a chestnut.

"Teacher Fan, he took over the work of Teacher Zhao before, and it stands to reason that he should have a good understanding of the family situation of the students."

"He clearly knew that I was about half an hour away from home, but he agreed to this kind of thing. This can only prove one thing—"

"What's the matter?" Chen Mu tilted his head curiously.

Li Xinxi took out the pair of orange glasses from the desk drawer, covering her eyes with sparkling reflections.

"Prove that Mr. Fan, he doesn't want anything from you—"

"For me? How can I help Mr. Fan?"

Chen Mu returned the notebook to Li Xinxi again, feeling that today's matter was clearly arranged.

"Actually, I couldn't figure it out at first—" Li Xinxi shook her head.

"Gouzi, you have a whole body, except for the painting, which is still a pass, and you have no other specialties."

"Obviously there is—" Chen Mu moved his gaze down, trying to defend himself.

"In short, Gouzi, you are not irreplaceable. According to your painting level, Gouzi, it is really overkill for you to be a mere publicity committee member."

"So..." Li Xinxi pushed the glasses: "It's a lie to let you be the deputy class monitor, Gouzi, and it's also a lie to let you be a propaganda committee member."

"It's true that Teacher Fan wants something from you, and it's the kind of thing that must be done by a dog—"

"It's up to me? Miss, the more you talk about it, the more confused I get."

Seeing that Li Xinxi did not explain too much about this kind of matter, Chen Mu had no choice but to rub his forehead and cast his gaze to the blackboard on the podium.

The blackboard that Jiang Yin had been writing for a long time just now has been written. On it is an English composition about this year's London Olympics.

Chen Mu stared at the few lines of handwriting for a long time, but suddenly turned his head and took the notebook from Li Xinxi's hand.

"Miss, if I remember correctly, is there going to be a sports meeting this fall, probably in October."

"Indeed..." Li Xinxi revealed a pensive look on her face, "If we participate in the third grade, the propaganda committee will indeed have a lot of work to do."

"But just this kind of thing is actually not enough to support Mr. Fan's reason for working so hard—"

"How about..." Li Xinxi stretched out her hand and tapped Chen Mu's forehead: "You go from a different angle, Gouzi, and think about what Teacher Fan needs."

"Teacher Fan needs something that other people don't have. I have something special about me."

Chen Mu rubbed his chin, and slowly fell into deep thought.

"It's very important for you, Gouzi, to figure out this matter, after all, it's related to the beginning of this semester—"

Li Xinxi ignored Chen Mu beside her, but continued to stare blankly at the little squirrel on the table with her chin in her hand.

As for listening to lectures.

For this girl who had fully mastered the knowledge of junior high school a few years ago, the need for disguise was no longer necessary.

"Ding ding ding ~", time passed little by little, and the familiar bell for the end of get out of class rang in Chen Mu's ears.

"If you haven't figured it out yet, go to dinner first, I'll accompany you, Gouzi."

Li Xinxi took out a brand new job bowl out of nowhere, and put it on the table imitating the others in the classroom.

At this time, the classroom was full of frolicking and noise, and even the laughter of children outside the window was covered by trampling footsteps.

Chen Mu turned his head slightly and looked out the window, only to see the little guy at the entrance of the canteen was walking around the rocking car.

"In this new semester, even Susu's rocking car has been replaced."

"By the way, get a new rocking car~"

Chen Mu repeated this sentence again, as if he suddenly thought of something, the melancholy on his face disappeared in an instant.

The boy turned his eyes to the cute little bowl on Li Xinxi's table, and a relieved smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Before Li Xinxi could react, Chen Mu grabbed her soft little hand and kissed the back of it lightly.

"This matter can be thought about slowly, and now there is another thing that must be done."

"Excuse me, Miss, would you...would you like to have lunch with me?"

(End of this chapter)