Her Little Dimples

"Children, what are you thinking, turn around." Fu Xueli interrupted her in a daze.

Xu You let out a cry, moved his eyes away from the water glass, recovered from the state of being distracted, and said ignorantly: "What's the matter?"

"Here." Fu Xueli motioned to her to look at the podium. "The teacher said group discussion, front and back rows."

what.

What the teacher just said, she didn't even listen...

Xu You looked up and saw a line of white chalk written in the middle of the blackboard:

Write down the five things you think are the happiest, in English, and later find your classmates to read them.

Fu Xueli had already turned around. Seeing that Xu You could not move, she turned her head and urged her: "Baby, hurry up, we need you. This old lady loves someone like us so much."

It just so happened that the teacher came in from outside the classroom after receiving the water, and said as he walked: "Hurry up, everyone, there are still ten minutes."

Xu You's body shook. Before he could think about it, he took a pen and a piece of white paper and turned it over.

The two boys in the back seat were chatting, but at this moment they stopped together and looked at Xu You who turned around.

She lowered her head slightly, looked at the draft paper, held the pen, and whispered gently: "Speak, I'll translate."

The classroom was full of lively conversations, but they were strangely quiet here.

After replying to the news, Fu Xueli put the phone away, and when she looked up, she found that the atmosphere was a little awkward.

"What's the matter?" She was inexplicable.

"Um..." Song Yifan was silent for a moment, "I don't know."

In fact, he was a little guilty because his brother just bullied the little girl.

As for why he didn't say his thanks...he didn't know.

A few seconds passed.

Xu You's fingers curled slightly and she slid unconsciously on the paper. Song Yifan's voice sounded in his ears, "Why don't you guys say anything, then let me first, give me a thought."

After speaking, he frowned and squinted at the sky, as if thinking hard.

"Hurry up." Fu Xueli put her cheek in one hand, and said boredly: "What do you want to think about, what else is left besides eating and sleeping for a superficial person like you?"

"Hey, Da Lizi, you can't say that, you, I am a man with connotation and dreams, okay."

Fu Xueli rubbed a ball of paper and threw it at Song Yifan, "I don't like the nickname of Da Lizi, **** Nima."

"Moreover." She sat on the diagonal of Song Yifan and got up to beat him, "Except for being a girl, I don't really know what you mean."

Song Yifan straightened his chest and said righteously: "To be honest, apart from my poor academic performance—"

"Wait, it's not bad, it's terribly bad."

Xu You couldn't help but laughed.

Song Yifan finally smiled when he saw his new classmate, and he was relieved, "Oh, I won't quarrel with you anymore. I want to study with our classmate Xu."

Then he deliberately ignored his deskmate, because of this sentence, he glanced over with a faint look.

They quarreled, Xu You had already written his own on paper.

She pressed the ballpoint pen and nodded to Song Yifan along the way, "Then tell me."

"Can you say anything, can you do it?"

Xu You was taken aback, "What do you want to say? I don't necessarily know how."

"En..." Song Yifan thought for a while, "I like playing basketball, sleeping, playing games..."

Xu You listened to him, and carefully wrote down the same on the draft paper:

playbasketball, sleep, playgames...

Fu Xueli, who was on the side, couldn't listen anymore, and stretched out her hand to interrupt: "Stop, stop, don't say it, you will get up later and miss you personally."

"What's wrong with me?" Song Yifan was not convinced.

Fu Xueli turned her head to look for a thank-you note to find a sense of identity, "Aci, do you think he is an idiot."

The thank you words were silent, there was no response, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

As Xu You wrote, he said to them, "Anything else, I'll turn it over without me."

"Wait." The person who hadn't made a sound for a long time spoke slowly at this moment.

He raised the corners of his mouth, his voice was long, and his tone was a little teasing, "I said—"

Say what you want to say quickly.

Xu You muttered silently in her heart, without answering.

She didn't say a word of thanks, and she didn't speak, so she held the pen and waited quietly, not in a hurry.

His wrist rested on the edge of the table, his fingers kept flipping the black phone, but his eyes were looking at her.

Quietly lying on the table, very well-behaved, like a pure white rabbit.

Song Yifan cast his gaze on Xu You and thank you, and turned around, and found that something was wrong.

After a while, his lazy voice rang.

"I think about it..."

The thank-you speech paused for a while, as if thinking seriously.

Xu You glanced at her watch, and there were three minutes left, she listened attentively, and she was about to write.

"I don't seem to like anything, what should I do."

Song Yifan laughed and punched him in the chest, "How easy it is, you can write a woman for him."

"My day, it's boring." Fu Xueli cut angrily and turned around.

Xu You's face was strained, ignoring their nonsense. Quickly write down on white paper: nothing, put it on their desk after writing, prepare to pack things and turn it over.

"Oh, yes, I remember." Thanks, raising an eyebrow, and then shouting Xu You.

She slowly raised her eyes to look at him.

"What else." She asked softly.

Why is there so much with this person.

"Don't you know?" he asked rhetorically.

Xu You was silent, and frowned after two seconds, "How do I know."

Thanks for resignation and laughed, "Don't you really know?"

He was a bit meaningful, but Xu You didn't bother to think about it.

The moment she turned her head, a sudden rush of heat approached her ear.

With a gust of wind.

Xie Ci got up, put one hand on the table, and leaned down close to Xu You's neck. He looked straight ahead with a pair of black pupils, his Adam's apple moved slightly, Xie Xie curled his lips, and whispered a word to her.

Xu You had a petrified body.

Thanks and sat back on his seat, resting his elbows on the edge of the table behind him, supporting his head, and staring at Xu You's flushed face. The more you laugh, the harder you are.

Suddenly he felt that someone was looking at him, and his eyes moved to thank him.

"Buddy." Song Yifan leaned over and said with a complex expression: "When did you become..."

"how?"

"I like molesting little girls so much."

Thanking him, he glanced at him, and asked faintly: "Do you have an opinion?"

"Oh, how dare you."

After a while.

"It's not that I just think it." Song Yifan couldn't help it, and came up again, and said in a voice that only two people could hear, "I just think, you have been caught in an evil recently, and you love to be close to someone’s new classmates. What do you think?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he was kicked in the calf. Song Yifan snorted in pain, and immediately silenced.

Xu You wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand.

Low-eyed, scribbled a paragraph quickly on the draft paper, tore it off and patted it on the table of the man behind.

In the classroom, the English teacher stood on the podium, and the bottom gradually became quiet.

She cleared her throat, took the lesson plan and asked, "Have you discussed everything?"

No one answered.

Teacher Zhang patrolled his eyes, raised his chin, and pointed to the four groups: "Thank you, where did you go last class? It's really lawless. Come here and you talk about the topic I wrote."

Xu You couldn't help biting her lower lip.

The man behind him stood up unhurriedly, the foot of the stool rubbed on the ground, making a noise.

Seeing that he was not speaking, Teacher Zhang glanced over and said mercilessly: "I can't tell you to stand for a lesson."

Leaning against the wall lazily, **** picked up a piece of white scratch paper from the table.

In a quiet class, in poor English, read the sentence written by a ballpoint pen slowly:

—"Ilovetogivesbaglassofhotwater."

Teacher Zhang listened to it, thought for a few seconds, and said inconceivably: "Do you like to help others open the water?"