Abduction of the Female Teacher’s Best Friend

After class on Monday morning, Mo Zebei sent the collected English homework to Lin Xiaoran's office.

Lin Xiaoran took a sip of hot water, glanced at the exercise book, and asked: "Are you all here?"

"There are still three books short." There are 47 people in their class and they have handed in forty-four books.

"Yeah." Each class has several masters who do not hand in their homework.

Lin Xiaoran didn't say anything, and took out the exercise book and started to change the homework.

Mo Zebei continued to stand there without moving.

"Is there anything else?" Lin Xiaoran raised her eyes to look at her.

"Are Teacher Lin and Mu Hanxi classmates?"

Lin Xiaoran stopped writing when she heard this, leaned back in her seat, and looked up at her: "Mo Zebei, Mu Hanxi is six years older than you."

Mo Zebei looked down and rubbed his fingers at the corners of the desk and chair: "Are Teacher Lin and Sister Mu classmates?"

"Yes," Lin Xiaoran continued to lower her head to change her homework, smiling at the corners of her mouth, "We are college classmates."

"Oh."

Lin Xiaoran didn't know what she thought of, she suddenly said: "Han Xi's English is very good, and her college entrance examination English is close to full marks. After graduating from university, she went to study in the UK for two years."

Mo Ze's eyes gleamed slightly in the north, and the lake in the heart filled with waves. After a long while, he said in a deep voice, "Ms. Lin, I will go back first."

Lin Xiaoran hummed, drank hot tea and watched her leave, shook her head and smiled, then continued to lower her head to change her homework.

After the first Chinese class, the second is English class.

During the break, Mo Zebei picked up an English book and looked through it.

After Qu Junzhi caught a glimpse of him, he was surprised: "Why did you take the initiative to look at English? Has your **** changed?"

Mo Zebei's attitude towards English is the same as her attitude towards mathematics, and she doesn't like it.

"My English is weak."

"I know," Qu Junzhi blinked, looking puzzled, "the question is why are you willing to learn it all of a sudden?"

Mo Zebei did not answer, and then frowned slightly. He couldn't understand reading comprehension. He didn't know many words and his grammar was not good. The basics were really poor.

Qu Junzhi stretched out his hand to cover what she was watching: "Why are you ignoring people again?"

"I didn't ignore people."

Obviously she just ignored people, Qu Junzhi was a little angry with her.

Du Chenxing, who came back from the outside, glanced at them, walked over and said in a low voice: "Mo Zebei, Zhou Ruoxin is looking for you, waiting in the corridor."

"Oh." Mo Zebei put down his book and got up.

As soon as she walked over, Zhou Ruoxin handed her a box of yogurt, and then asked, "What class is next?"

"English."

Zhou Ruoxin pursed her lips, trying to say something, but stopped again.

"I will listen to the class carefully," Mo Zebei inserted the straw into the milk box, "I want to learn English."

Zhou Ruoxin's eyes were bright, and the smile at the corners of her mouth couldn't be suppressed: "Really?"

"Yeah." Mo Zebei also smiled lightly.

"Then you don't remember to ask me," Zhou Ruoxin was more excited than she, "I can help you with tuition if I have time on weekends."

"Okay." Mo Zebei sipped yogurt through a straw.

Class is about to start, and the two of them didn't talk much, and they went back to the classroom.

Seeing her coming in drinking yogurt, Qu Junzhi was uncontrollable and bored.

In this English class, Mo Zebei listened very carefully, but it was a pity that he was not able to keep up with his poor foundation.

After English class, you have to go to run exercises. Every Monday to Friday, all students in the school have to run exercises during the big break in the morning.

The classmates went out one after another, and Mo Zebei was still sitting in his place and copying English notes, the notes were borrowed from Gaojie. Her left and right tablemates have been stunned for a class, and now they are not as surprised as the classmates around her.

"Mo Zebei," Du Chenxing reminded, "It's time to go for a run."

"I know," Mo Zebei wrote as he responded, "I'll go in a while."

The disciplinary committee urged in front, and Du Chenxing had to follow.

"Stop writing," Qu Junzhi said and grabbed her pen. "People are almost gone."

"Yeah, I see." Mo Zebei avoided her **** and wrote another sentence before stopping.

"I have never seen you so active before," Qu Junzhi walked side by side with her, "What are you excited about?"

"Come on, you'll be late for a while." Mo Zebei began to speed up.

"Now you know you're going to be late again?" Qu Junzhi muttered, but hurriedly followed.

Mo Zebei's height is not too short among the boys. When she runs, she stands in the back rows with more boys nearby.

"Mo Zebei," the boy next to him whispered to her as he ran, "After a while, don't rush to go. My buddy asks you for help if I have something to do."

Mo Zebei raised his eyes and looked at him, but said nothing.

The boy didn't understand what she meant, and then turned to ask another boy: "Did she agree or did not agree?"

"I don't know," the boy being asked shook his head, "you still don't ask Mo Zebei about this. She is usually very cold and definitely not willing to help such a favor."

"But she and Qu Junzhi are at the same table," the boy lowered the volume, "isn't it more convenient to find her..."

After running the exercises, everyone sweated a lot, and they all went to the playground while wiping the sweat. The next session was physical education.

Qu Junzhi came from the front row to look for Mo Zebei. She was 165 in height and was in front of her for running exercises.

"Here you are." Qu Junzhi took out a tissue and handed it to Mo Zebei.

Mo Zebei took it, wiped his sweat, and continued to move forward.

Qu Junzhi followed the steps of Mo Zebei.

"Ding Mingduo seems to be looking at you," Qu Junzhi glanced at the boy, then turned around and asked, "Is there anything wrong with him?"

"I don't know," Mo Zebei threw the wipes into the trash can. "He told me when he was running exercises that his buddies asked me for help, but I didn't care."

"Well," Qu Junzhi nodded, and then asked again, "Are you thirsty? Do you want to buy water?" When they came down, they didn't bring water glasses.

Mo Zebei glanced at the canteen: "Let's go."

When I arrived at the commissary, Mo Zebei bought a bottle of ice water, the room temperature Qu Junzhi wanted, and Qu Junzhi kindly reminded her: "It's not good for girls to drink this kind of cold stuff. You will drink less in the future."

"fine."

After buying water, the two of them went to the playground again.

After the class, the physical education teacher first asked everyone to gather and take everyone to do exercises, and then free activities.

"Do you want to play badminton?" Qu Junzhi followed Mo Zebei for a stroll, caught a glimpse of the girl in the same class playing badminton, and asked her again.

"Do you want to play?" Mo Zebei wandered around by himself during physical education class before Qu Junzhi came.

"Um."

"Let's go." Mo Zebei loves sports. When he was fine before, he liked to run laps under the community, but he didn't bother to move when it was hot.

Qu Junzhi followed her with a smile, and she felt that Mo Zebei was actually quite easy to get along with.

The two of them went to the equipment room to borrow rackets and badminton, and then they fought on the empty field without wind.

Qu Junzhi's skills are good, but his physical strength is not good. After fifteen or six minutes of playing, he is a little strenuous.

"Let's take a rest." Mo Zebei actively called to a halt.

The two of them sat on the same stone steps, Qu Junzhi drank several sips of water.

"I don't think you are very tired," she glanced at Mo Zebei and praised, "Your physical fitness is much better than mine."

"Not bad." Mo Zebei also unscrewed the bottle cap to drink.

The two were chatting, Ding Mingduo came over and stopped in front of them.

"Qu Junzhi," Ding Mingduo had a flattering smile on his face, "Someone asked me to give you this letter."

Qu Junzhi raised his eyes and scanned the delicate envelope, but did not answer.

"Qu Junzhi, take it." Ding Mingduo stretched his hand closer.

"We should go back." Qu Junzhi touched Mo Zebei with his elbow, and got up with the racket first.

Mo Zebei also got up.

Ding Mingduo is now like a small dried fish that no one wants. He is left in the same place in embarrassment and embarrassment. His expression is ashamed and resentful, as if the letter was written by him and he was rejected. It was extremely embarrassing.

When he walked halfway, Qu Junzhi suddenly said: "He just asked you to help. That should be the case."

"Yeah." Mo Zebei nodded.

"Don't respond to such things in the future," Qu Junzhi stopped, and continued, "Don't help them to give me love letters."

"How do you know it's a love letter?"

After hearing this, Qu Junzhi laughed: "After all, it won't be here to ask me math problems."

Mo Zebei also laughed when she said that.

Back to the classroom from the playground, Mo Zebei ran into the English class representative from Class 16 while in the corridor.

"Mo Zebei," the class representative held a stack of workbooks on his chest, "Ms. Lin asked you to hug your class's homework."

"Yeah." Mo Zebei responded.

When Mo Zebei arrived at the office, Lin Xiaoran was not there. She was planning to leave with her homework, but unfortunately at this time Lin Xiaoran's cell phone rang. She glanced at it and the call was Han Xi...

Hanxi, Mu Hanxi...

Mo Zebei tilted his body and head with his homework, took a closer look, and silently printed the serial number in his head.

When Lin Xiaoran came over, she greeted calmly, and then left casually...