Xueba at the same table from the future

Chapter 4 I want to hear about your future

Accompanied by the tinkling of the class bell, Chen Mu smiled and said his answer.

"you guess?"

Li Xinxi's complacent expression that she had the chance to win suddenly froze.

The old Chen Mu.

But he dared not talk to her like that.

very angry.

The girl straightened her crooked head.

"It's not difficult, even if you don't tell me, I can figure it out."

She took the notebook back, wrote a number on the line below the future guess, and handed it to Chen Mu again.

Chen Mu just glanced at the blackboard.

A person with strong curiosity like Li Xinxi, since he knows that Chen Mu is from the future, it is impossible to tell others about it.

Thus losing the possibility of getting future information from Chen Mu.

And in Chen Mu's long-term memory, although the girl next to her was a little out of her mind, she was still a good person.

So for Li Xinxi's teasing, he used to just bear it silently.

It won't be annoying.

But it is different now.

Chen Mu, who has resurrected his life, just wants to have some fun.

This game of speculation about the future is destined to only be played with Li Xinxi, a self-proclaimed genius girl beside her.

If Li Xinxi can get angry because of this speculation about the time of rebirth.

This is a bit interesting to Chen Mu.

He looked at the "2030" written in Li Xinxi's notebook with a calm expression on his face.

on the podium.

Chinese teacher Fan Xian is eloquently explaining the text.

The reason why he is called Fan Xian is because this middle-aged greasy uncle is really boring.Every time I attend class, I always spend only 10 minutes to finish the content of a class, but spend the rest of the time talking nonsense with them.

Therefore, Chinese class has always been Chen Mu's favorite class before. Compared with the boring book knowledge, this uncle's weird behavior made Chen Mu calm down more.

But Li Xinxi next to her was only silent for 2 minutes.

She poked the back of Chen Mu's hand with her mechanical pencil again.

Handing the notebook to Chen Mu again, there were a few more lines of writing on it.

"It can be ruled out that you are from after 2030, because your seriousness and pretending not to care are really naive."

"If you don't want me to poke you for a class, you'd better answer my question carefully. Just shake your head or nod, it won't waste your time listening to Fan Xianxian's nonsense."

"Are you from between 2020 and 2030?"

Chen Mu quickly scanned these lines of writing, and then glanced to the right again, seeing that Li Xinxi still hadn't put down her mechanical pencil that had been unsheathed.

The fragile and sharp pencil point is facing the center of the back of his hand.

This is clearly a naked threat.

well.

The little girl was challenging him.

Chen Mu decided to have fun with Li Xinxi.

He took the notebook from Li Xinxi's hand, and added a condition under the game.

"The limited time is between 2020 and 2030. My next answer is only yes and no. And I will only answer three times. Every time I guess wrong, I will be knocked ten times after class."

"If you can guess the exact year within three chances, I will tell you interesting things that will happen in the future."

After receiving a calligraphic enhancement, Chen Mu's current calligraphy is very beautiful and natural.

But put it in front of Li Xinxi.

She just couldn't understand it.

Because Chen Mu deliberately wrote every word very small, and only Chen Mu's eyesight is also different from ordinary people can understand it.

Li Xinxi stared at the black dots on the yellow paper for a few breaths before she could barely understand.

She glanced at Chen Mu angrily, gritted her teeth, put down the weapon in her hand, and took out a pair of glasses from the glasses case on the left side of the table.

Who pretended to be writing on the blackboard in math class just now? The neat miniature fonts on this notebook can be put outside to participate in the competition, okay?
Damn.

Most junior high school students at this age are a little short-sighted, and so is Li Xinxi.

It's just that it didn't affect the class listening, so she didn't wear the pair of orange-rimmed glasses most of the time.

It wasn't until she took off the pair of orange glasses and kept a good distance that Li Xinxi could barely see the conditions on the notebook.

She replied below the line: "I agree."

It seems to be a little unconvinced.

Next to it, I drew a tiny dog's head with the tip of a pen, hidden in a cloud of indistinct black handwriting.

Then he handed the notebook to Chen Mu.

Stretching out a white finger with his left hand, he raised his glasses, squinting at Chen Mu with a look of disdain.

This kind of subtle and messy graffiti, even if she, the person who drew it, can distinguish it, she may not be able to recognize the dog.

As long as Chen Mu ignores the graffiti, Li Xinxi can get back [-]%.

But what she imagined didn't happen.

Chen Mu just leisurely circled the shape of the puppy in the graffiti with the tip of a pencil, and by the way, deepened the color of the edge again.

Then he looked at her with a half-smile.

Looking at the leisurely movements of Chen Mu's hands, Li Xinxi's glasses almost fell off in shock.

She now doubts her original judgment a little bit.

Could this non-human vision really be possessed by Chen Mu?
Was it really taken away by creatures from another world?
Are you still human?

But this calm and relaxed look is indeed the exclusive label of lazy Chen Mu.

Before the game of guessing the time started, she was already deeply stimulated by Chen Mu.

Li Xinxi snatched the notebook back and gave Chen Mu a hard look by the way.

Only then did I write down my first guess in my notebook.

"2025."

Chen Mu just glanced at it from the corner of his eye, then shook his head directly.

After this vision is strengthened once, it is really easy to use.

He propped his chin with his left hand, quietly listening to Fan Xian's lecture, already looking forward to the reward he would get after finishing this Chinese class.

Li Xinxi stopped the pen in her hand, not in a hurry to come up with a guess.

She also tilted her head and quietly looked at the boy by the window.

It was the second class in the afternoon, and the sunshine in the spring afternoon lazily shone on Chen Mu, which was a bit commensurate with his current comfortable appearance.

The disturbed mood of the girl with glasses gradually calmed down after seeing this scene.

Her thoughts are clearest only when the main body is merged with peace of mind.

Li Xinxi wrote down her speculation about the time in her notebook: "2022."

Chen Mu shook his head lightly again.

He raised his head and glanced at the clock hanging above the blackboard. The time for this Chinese class was over half.

According to Fan Xian's procedure, it's time for gossiping.

Even without the blessing of the Xueba system, he is still looking forward to this session.

"Okay, that's the end of our explanation of today's text, and it took so long to talk about it all at once. I am almost exhausted from the body of an old man like me."

After Fan Xian finished speaking, he helped his old waist, and looked at the students winking at him under the stage.

Walking from the three-foot podium to the aisle of the classroom, he changed his relaxed tone and continued to speak.

"Students, why don't we discuss an interesting question today."

"Let's discuss the future, you can talk about your own dreams, or you can talk about your imagination of the future."

Seeing that most people lowered their heads silently at this moment, a few people only raised their hands halfway.

Fan Xian cast his eyes on Long Ruoye in the first row.

"Long Ruoye, as the squad leader, you are here to help us start a conversation."

Almost without hesitation, Long Ruoye stood up holding the Chinese book full of notes in his hand, and the tall slender girl gave her short answer.

"Read and live the life you want."

Fan Xian smiled and asked Long Ruoye to sit down, and turned to look at the crowd.

"Is there anything else you want to say? There is still a long time for this class. If no one has anything to say, my old Fan Ke will not leave later."

The sound of chattering discussions and everyone's suppressed laughter sounded from the audience.

The next class is Teacher Jiang's English class, she has always been at odds with Fan Xian.

But they all believed it.

Fan Xian is capable of procrastinating until the next class starts.

Even if he was beaten up by that woman before.

Chen Mu leaned against the window, and glanced at the notebook on the right out of the corner of his eye.

His eyes narrowed slightly.

At this moment, Li Xinxi wrote down her final guess.

"2020."

Noticing Chen Mu's subtle movement, she put down the pen in her hand.

Li Xinxi put her soft little hand on Chen Mu's right hand which was placed casually.

In Chen Mu's bewildered expression.

Help him raise his hand.

By the way, he uttered a word softly.

"Gouzi, I want to hear about your future."

(End of this chapter)