disobedient

After that day, Xiao Ye set a rule for Ai Meng, no more physical contact before Ai Meng graduated.She said it was for the good of Ai Meng.

In the Chinese class on the first day of school, according to the rules set by Xiao Ye since the first year of high school, the class representatives had to be changed every semester.Ai Meng had prepared her mentally beforehand, but when Xiao Ye publicly announced the candidate for the new class representative, Ai Meng was still in a low mood.

Xiao Ye's gaze swept over her unconsciously, just in time to see her raise her hands against her will and pat her twice, which was regarded as applause.

After announcing this matter, the class officially started, "Today we will study Mr. Lu Xun's novel "Medicine"...", Xiao Ye turned around to write on the blackboard while lecturing.The phone in her pocket vibrated suddenly, she didn't care, and continued to teach, "Which classmate will introduce the author, Mr. Lu Xun? Ai Meng?"

"Ah?" Ai Meng didn't expect to be asked a question suddenly, and she wasn't listening to the class at all.

"Ah, what? Didn't you wake up?" Xiao Ye turned around and frowned at Ai Meng. Could it be that he lost his temper?

Jin Wei had no choice but to draw a few lines with a neutral pen on his reference book, and then pushed it under Ai Meng's nose to let Ai Meng read it, and Ai Meng got away with it.

After class, Xiao Ye went back to the office to rest and prepare for the next class. Suddenly, the phone vibrated again. She took it out and saw that it was two messages from Ai Meng.

—Shall we have lunch together?

——Or eat together at night?

Xiao Ye glanced at the time, and quickly replied: If you dare to play with your mobile phone in my class, you will never even think about eating in the future.

Ai Meng replied with a hanged expression in seconds, Xiao Ye couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.

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In the evening, the two met to eat hot pot at a hot pot restaurant near their home.Ai Meng already knew Xiao Ye's preferences like the back of her hand, before Xiao Ye could look at the menu, she ordered the dishes earlier, then proudly raised her face, waiting for Xiao Ye's praise.

Xiao Ye didn't respond at all, as if that was what Ai Meng should do.

Ai Meng let out a "hum".

"What's the matter? Are you not happy to treat you to delicious food?" Xiao Ye asked.

"Why Zong Xiaoxuan?" In the end, Ai Meng was still a little unconvinced, even though Zong Xiaoxuan had moved on now, but Ai Meng still had a little bit of unexplainable awkwardness in her heart.

Xiao Ye poured her a glass of lemonade and explained, "You have to admit that Zong Xiaoxuan's language is indeed better than yours."

"But I'm improving fast, shouldn't you encourage me a little more?" Ai Meng had an aggrieved expression on her face.

Xiao Ye had no choice but to comfort her and said, "Actually, I'm mainly afraid that her addiction to writing novels will affect her academic performance. Why don't I find her some work."

"Really? Then let me do it next semester. If she writes novels slowly, no one will read them, and I won't have to find her a job next semester." Hearing what Xiao Ye said, Ai Meng's heart ached. I felt a little better in my heart.

Xiao Ye thought for a while and said, "Let's see how you behave."

Ai Meng took a sip of water, then sighed deeply.

"Why are you sighing again?"

"I'm not a class representative anymore, how can I run to your office justifiably in the future..."

Xiao Ye smiled and shook his head, the brat is still selfish after all.

Ai Meng didn't hide anything in front of Xiao Ye. If she likes her, she likes her, and if she is unhappy, she is unhappy. Perhaps it is because of this that Xiao Ye has no way not to like her.

The dishes were served one after another, Xiao Ye was putting something into the pot, and suddenly remembered something, so he asked Ai Meng: "How is the new English teacher? Is the style and rhythm of the lecture acceptable?"

The teacher Yan who taught Ai Meng's English class was sent out to exchange and study, and temporarily transferred a teacher from the first year group to take over as a substitute. Xiao Ye was afraid that the students would not adapt, so he did some investigation and counseling in private.

Ai Meng stared helplessly at the mutton slices tumbling in the pot, and replied absent-mindedly, "It's okay."

"Compared to Teacher Yan?"

"Hmm..." Ai Meng recalled carefully, "Better than Teacher Yan."

Xiao Ye: "..."

After Ai Meng finished speaking, she smiled and looked at Xiao Ye: "But not as good-looking as you, you are the prettiest in our school."

Xiao Ye gave her a blank look, and knew that Ai Meng couldn't hear any distracting answers, so he didn't continue this topic at all.Seeing that the meat in the pot was almost cooked, and the brat who had been staring at the pot was already gearing up, Xiao Ye stretched out his chopsticks to pick up a small bowl of mutton and handed it to Ai Meng.

Seeing a spot of oil on the side of the bowl, Xiao Ye said again: "Wait a minute, wipe the side of the bowl, don't rub it on your hands." After speaking, he took out a napkin and handed it over.

Ai Meng took the paper towel, carefully wiped the side of the bowl, and casually glanced at the napkin package in Xiao Ye's hand, and almost threw the bowl on the table.

Xiao Ye obviously also noticed that the brand name on the packaging of the tissue took up almost half of the page, and there were two words clearly written in Chinese characters - Aimeng.

Although it was only homophonic, Xiao Ye couldn't help but make fun of Ai Meng, and continued to read a line of small words under the name of the product: "Portable facial tissues." After reading it, he took a look at Ai Meng. "Extremely comfortable?" Xiao Ye was stunned, this... is hard to say.

After hearing this, Ai Meng put down the bowl and chopsticks suddenly, pulled her ponytail up to her chest, played with her hair with her fingertips, and asked Xiao Ye with a shy smile, "Do you want to try it?"

Xiao Ye glared at her again: "Eat your mutton!"

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Speaking of Zong Xiaoxuan, it has been more than a month since Zong Xiaoxuan took over as the representative of the Chinese class. During these days, her deepest feeling is that there is not enough time.

I always think of it suddenly when I am about to close my eyes and go to sleep, oops, I haven’t updated for a few days, I have to type for a while, and then get up and write hundreds of words.The original day-to-day expert has been reduced to a weekly or even big aunt player.

She yawned and finished coding the last 01 words of this chapter, and uploaded it to the website after a simple typesetting.Looking down at the time in the lower right corner of the computer, it was already 30:[-] in the morning.Thinking of getting up early the next day to prepare for the flag-raising ceremony, Zong Xiaoxuan decided to refresh the message for the last time and then go to bed.

As a writer, the happiest moment is when you read the comments. Whether it is praise or criticism, it means that someone is paying attention and accompanying you. Come amidst anger, sorrow and joy.Zong Xiaoxuan enjoyed the satisfaction brought by seeing the full post.

Suddenly seeing that familiar ID, she left the mouse there, expecting something that would make her heart beat faster, but she saw that person leaving a message saying: What time is it and you are still awake?Have you finished your homework?

Zong Xiaoxuan turned off the computer angrily, this person might not be a spy sent by Teacher Xiao...

A few years later, in the middle of the night on a rest day, Zong Xiaoxuan sat at his desk with a cup of coffee in his hand, proofreading the push draft on the computer screen over and over again, "It's already the sixth time, is it almost ready? Mr. Yu?"

Standing behind her, Yu Duo folded her arms with frowns tightly, contemplated for a moment, then patted the back of her chair and said, "Write another article according to this tone, this one is a spare."

Zong Xiaoxuan immediately wanted to smash the keyboard.Recalling those days of staying up late for creation, she was full of grievances, "I knew that one day I would use writing for food, why did I work so hard..."