My Wife Poke Me

When Wen Zhu arrived in the classroom, Shi Jingqian was already sitting in his seat.

Although the two are currently sitting at the same table, the current classmates in the class do not know that they live together except for the warmth.

The first class was Chinese, and there were still a few minutes to go. The Chinese class representative asked me to take out my textbook and preview the new knowledge in advance.

Wen Zhu went to look for a book in his schoolbag, but there was no book.

She remembered that she put all the books in her schoolbag after finishing her homework yesterday.

Chuxue heard Wen Zhu's whisper and asked kindly, "Wen Zhu, what's wrong?"

Wen Zhu looked a little distressed and said, "My Chinese book is missing."

Chuxue pointed at it and said somewhat suspiciously, "Isn't that your Chinese book?"

Wen Zhu turned her head. Wasn't it the book she had been looking for for a long time?

She took the book and flipped through a few pages, then raised her head and stared at the cold boy, as if to ask if her missing book had anything to do with him.

Shi Jingqian glanced at her and said softly: "The servant packed the wrong books."

Wen Zhu: "Oh."

Class started soon. The Chinese teacher arranged a classical Chinese recitation two days ago. Today happened to be the first class, so I started to check the students' recitation.

This classical Chinese article was difficult to memorize, and the students were frightened when they heard that the teacher was about to start checking.

"What should I do? What should I do? I'm still very new at memorizing. I tend to pause when I get nervous—"

"Don't worry, how can it be so effective that I can hit you with just one stroke?"

That's right. No one was that worried, but they all secretly prayed that they would never get hit.

The first person drawn was the Chinese class representative, but the Chinese class representative got stuck when he memorized the third paragraph.

The Chinese teacher didn't embarrass her and asked her to sit down directly.

Even though this is a key class, I am still afraid of being called by the teacher to endorse questions.

The students in the audience all whispered to themselves, don’t hit me, don’t hit me.

At this time, the Chinese teacher spoke, "I heard from the head teacher that Shi Jingqian was among the best in Beicheng No. 1 Middle School. Why don't you memorize this text with everyone?"

Everyone turned their attention to Shi Jingqian sitting by the window, even Wen Zhu was no exception.

The young man stood up slowly.

The sun was already high at this point.

He stood there against the light, and his body seemed to be coated with a layer of golden light, which was a bit dazzling.

From Wen Zhu's point of view, we can see the young man's handsome profile.

Although he was wearing a school uniform, it could not conceal his cool and noble temperament.

One second or two passed.

Just when everyone thought he couldn't recite it, they saw the young man slowly speak, and passages of classical Chinese came out of his mouth fluently.

He has a nice voice, full of vitality that he should have at his age.

The classroom was very quiet, and everyone listened carefully to Shi Jingqian's recitation of the text.

Some students even compared it with the textbook to see if there were any missing sentences or mispronunciation.

It turned out not to be.

From beginning to end, the young man recited the entire text without missing a word, and his pronunciation was very accurate.

After it was over, everyone applauded.

Even the Chinese teacher smiled, "As expected of a student from Beicheng No. 1 Middle School."

Facing these compliments, the young man's face was always calm and calm, as if these were not compliments to him.

On this day, first the Chinese teacher asked the boy to recite the text, then the math teacher, then the English teacher. Almost all the teachers teaching Class 32 today called the boy Qingjun to answer questions.

No matter how difficult it was or whether it was beyond the scope of the guidelines, he answered it easily.

In just one day, the name Shi Jingqian spread throughout Yancheng No. 1 Middle School.

Many people came here because of his fame. After seeing the boy's appearance, many girls became obsessed with him and made him the school darling of Yancheng No. 1 Middle School.

From then on, everyone knew that there was a scholar-level figure in Class 32, who was also the school boy.