Teacher, she snatched my milk tea!

Autumn is actually a season that makes people want to sleep.

Ji Xiran was holding a cup of red dates, wolfberry and honey fruit tea, which was said to be beautifying and beautifying, and slowly walked towards the classroom, while squinting at the clock tower in the middle of the city.

Well, it's only twelve forty, too early, too early.

If her parents didn't go out today and didn't cook for her, and she forgot to bring the key at home and couldn't get in, she wouldn't be going to the classroom now.

I'm so sleepy. After arriving in the classroom, I must have a good sleep.She took a sip of tea and thought to herself.

"some peoplesaw no... bright lights intheshy... dead Karma... sky. The sound of planes could be heard outside the city, some people..."

She was thinking about how to fall asleep in the classroom when she went back to the classroom so that her neck would not hurt. The sound of someone reading an English text was sent out by the autumn wind from outside the classroom.

The pronunciation is very... um, it's hard to describe.

It's really embarrassing for this sister, she thought helplessly, this is not as good as her cousin who just entered the third grade of elementary school.

But it's only [-]:[-], and there are still nearly two hours before the official class starts. This sister is studying here, and it is really hard enough.

Following the voice, she walked slowly to the door of the classroom.

The girl sitting by the window was reading a book with her head bowed, her face was delicate and beautiful, but her face was pale and lacked any color.

Outside the window is the fiery red pomegranate flower that has been ripened by the autumn wind. When the wind moves, a petal will blow off and fall on her black hair.

Beauty, beauty, is indeed too beautiful to behold.

Ji Xiran took another sip of fruit tea with no expression on his face, and simply leaned against the door frame without moving, his peach blossom eyes fixed on the person sitting in the seat without blinking.

Wen Xinyan didn't know how long she had been reading, but she only raised her head when she felt her neck was a little stiff.

But as soon as she looked up, she was startled by the black shadow at the door.

He frantically put away the book in his hand, his face as pale as cold jade was flushed with embarrassment, almost jumping up.

"You, you... Classmate Ji, you came so early today..."

"No matter how early it is, it's not as early as Student Wen." Ji Xiran smiled, stood up straight again, looked back and forth between the book and her pale face with complicated eyes, and then smiled at her, "Student Wen is really very happy." Work hard."

The plan for a year lies in spring, and the plan for a day lies in morning.There is no shortage of smart people in their high school, and there is no shortage of hardworking people.

In fact, at the end of reading, the most useless thing is the word "hard work". 90.00% sweat is not worth the one percent inspiration.

She praised herself for working hard, but Wen Xinyan didn't know whether she was complimenting or derogatory.Perhaps, it is more derogatory than commendatory.

But so what, if it is the person in front of him, he does have the capital to despise her.What can she do?She could only smile embarrassedly, "Diligence can make up for clumsiness. I... I'm too clumsy, so I can only work harder."

Because she couldn't eat meat all the year round, her face was so pale that people felt that she was covered with a thin layer of powder, giving her a sickly beauty.

In fact, she is not clumsy, but the small place where she was born was too poor, and the teachers who taught them did not even have a college diploma, and several teachers were hired after graduating from high school.

Wen Xinyan is indeed very hardworking. She is good at English grammar and reading, but people in small places only know how to memorize English words silently when reading English, and do not care about spoken English. Pronunciation is very poor.

On the first day of class, the English teacher who taught them saw that Wen Xinyan had the highest grades in the school, so she asked her to get up to study.

In the expectant eyes of everyone, she stood up meekly, and when she stumbled to read a text with a crappy pronunciation that didn't match her appearance, the roar of laughter in the class almost knocked off the roof of the room.

Ji Xiran was the only one in the class who didn't smile. Although she was not reconciled to Wen Xinyan taking her No.1, she was not the kind of person who gained a sense of superiority by laughing at other people's shortcomings.

Amidst the laughter that filled the classroom, she turned her head expressionlessly, and saw the girl sitting by the window with her head lowered, her pale lips trembling, as thin as a bamboo pole, but her back was straight, silently Bearing this seemed to be a kind laugh, but also a malicious sneer.

Really stubborn enough.

Ji Xiran sighed silently in his heart.

At that time, the person who was trembling all over overlapped with the figure of the girl in front of him who was embarrassed because she caught her secretly reading a book.

She approached her step by step.

Wen Xinyan didn't know what she was going to do, so she sat on the chair without moving.

Ji Xiran sat across from her, put aside the fruit tea in her hand, picked up the English book in her hand, and fluently read the passage that she had been reading just now but couldn't get it right.

Her pronunciation was almost the same as the tone in the tape. When Wen Xinyan admired her, she also felt a little sad and self-defeating.

She can never be like this in her whole life.

"Why are you in a daze, read after me." Ji Xiran read for a while, looked up and saw that she was just staring at him blankly, and knocked the table with his hands to bring her back to her senses.

Wen Xinyan came back to her senses, but she was startled by the meaning of her words, and looked at her with wide eyes in disbelief, "...what?"

Ji Xiran gave her an angry look, "What! Come on, follow me, somepeople..."

Seeing that she was still indifferent, he couldn't help but glared at her with peach blossom eyes, but the beauty's anger seemed more like resentment. "Follow me!"

"Ah, oh... some... some people..."

Wen Xinyan was confused by her actions, and followed her word by word in a trance.

"When you read this sentence, open your mouth, put your tongue under your teeth, and speak softly, yes, that's it...they could be..."

Ji Xiran's English is very good. Her aunt lives in the United States, and she often goes there to see her. There are many opportunities to communicate in English, and she even won the second prize in a provincial speech contest.There is no pressure to read these high school texts.

And it may be because of her peers. When she taught her, she learned very quickly, even better than the English teacher taught her.

After half an hour of learning, her pronunciation gradually corrected, and the text was also memorized.

"Sure enough, smart people learn things quickly."

After confirming that there was no problem with her pronunciation, Ji Xiran picked up the fruit tea next to her, took a sip lazily, and said to her appreciatively, "Don't be so melancholy at such a young age. Let me tell you, children often have sad faces. It is very easy to become a grieving woman, have you ever seen a grieving woman, that is, here, the mouth is so narrow, and the eyeballs protrude..."

While talking, she made a pose with pursed mouth and rolled eyes. Wen Xinyan was used to seeing her beautiful appearance, but suddenly seeing her like this, she was a little uncomfortable, and unconsciously looked at her and smiled.

"Haha, it looks good when you smile." Seeing that his goal was achieved, Ji Xiran smiled himself, "I will always smile from now on, you know, otherwise every time I see you like this, I will think I owe you money."

Ji Xiran is eccentric and is often called a pistachio at home. He has a unique way of making girls laugh.

Wen Xinyan was amused by her, and looked at her softly, feeling the joy of being with her peers for the first time in her heart.

For things like language, it doesn't mean that you can break through the realm and become very powerful with one or two studies, but that you need to work hard over time.

Ji Xiran is the one who sends Buddha to the west, since she helped Wen Xinyan once, she definitely won't help her just once.As if the two had reached a tacit understanding, every day in the future, she would come early at noon, and Wen Xinyan would also come to the classroom early to wait for her.

Besides Ji Xiran will teach her to read English, she will also teach Ji Xiran physics and mathematics.

But human talent is there, Wen Xinyan can understand everything, but Ji Xiran can't do anything, she is very depressed, but fortunately she is not the kind of person who can get entangled, if she doesn't know it, she won't, in a blink of an eye I went to the library to look for novels to read.

The library of their school has only two floors. The first floor is a reading room, which contains many books that can be used as composition materials.

Every weekend, when there is nothing to do, Ji Xiran would take the opportunity to sneak over here to read a book.

She is not interested in the material that touches the top ten figures in China. What she really likes is reading novels.

She has dabbled in everything from classics to romance novels. Every time she wants to read a book, she routinely buys a cup of milk tea and sits in her seat. It takes an hour and a half to read.

The library is a two-story glass building. The sunlight reflects on the door, illuminating the whole room like a crystal pavilion.

Ji Xiran was tired from reading, so he would go to the balcony on the left of the second floor to enjoy the scenery.Looking down from the window, there is a large lush flower garden. The other flowers are fine, but what impresses Ji Xiran deeply is the wisteria that blooms around March every year.

A large bloom of purple flowers climbs and grows along the corridor of the white pilasters, decorating the corridor like the fairyland in the painting.

As Ji Xiran looked at it, he thought of the phrase in "The Peony Pavilion", "Who is the best place to enjoy the beautiful scenery on a good day?"

That's a good place to confess.

She was drinking milk tea, thinking wildly, and saw Wen Xinyan holding two math books and walking to the bottom of the corridor surrounded by wisteria flowers. A tall and burly boy was waiting for her early on. Holding a blue envelope.

She didn't watch the following episodes anymore, peeping at other people's privacy is not her style.

She went back to the library, picked out a book at random, sat down and read slowly.

The next day, when the appointed time came, Wen Xinyan arrived at the classroom early, but no matter how long she waited, Ji Xiran didn't come.