Her Little Dimples

Chapter 8: As if bewitched

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"Little friend, what are you thinking, turn around." Fu Xueli interrupted her daze.

Xu You let out a cry, moved his eyes away from the water glass, recovered from the distracted state, and asked in a daze, "What's wrong?"

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

What.

She didn't listen to what the teacher just said... ..

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 ask your classmates to read it later.

Fu Xueli had already turned around. Seeing that Xu You was not moving, she turned her head and urged her: "Baby, hurry up, we need you, this old woman really likes to order people from us."

Just at this time, 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, and before she had time to think about it, she took a pen and a piece of white paper and turned around.

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

She lowered her head slightly, looked at the draft paper, held the pen, and whispered softly: "You guys talk, I will translate."

The classroom was chatting enthusiastically, but it was strangely quiet here.

After Fu Xueli replied to the message, she put away her phone, and when she looked up, she found that the atmosphere was a bit awkward.

"What's going on?" She was puzzled.

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

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

As for why Xie Ci didn't say anything... He didn't know either.

A few seconds passed.

Xu You's fingers curled up slightly, sliding unconsciously on the paper. Song Yifan's voice sounded next to his ears, "Why don't you say anything, then let me go first, think about it for me."

After speaking, he frowned and squinted at the sky, looking like he was thinking hard.

"Hurry up." Fu Xueli rested her chin on one hand, and said out of boredom, "What do you have to think about, what else do you have for a superficial person like you to eat and sleep?"

"Hey Dalizi, you can't say that, you, I'm a man with connotations and dreams, okay?"

Fu Xueli crumpled a ball of paper, and threw it at Song Yifan vigorously: "I don't like the nickname Da Lizi, fuck you."

"Also." She sat diagonally across from Song Yifan, and stood up as if to hit him, "Except for being able to pick up girls, I'm sorry I really can't see your connotation."

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

"Wait a minute, it's not a little bad, it's terrible."

Xu You couldn't help but laughed.

Song Yifan finally smiled when he saw his new classmate, and breathed a sigh of relief, "Hey, I won't quarrel with you anymore, I'm going to study with our classmate Xu."

Then he deliberately ignored his deskmate, because of this sentence, he glanced over faintly.

When they quarreled, Xu You had already written her own on paper.

She pressed the ballpoint pen, nodded and said to Song Yifan, "Then you can tell."

"Is it okay to say anything, can you know it?"

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

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

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

play basketball, sleep, play games... ..

Fu Xueli, who was at the side, couldn't listen any longer, and stretched out her hand to interrupt: "Stop, stop, don't talk about it, you will wake up later and think about throwing yourself to death."

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

Fu Xueli turned to Xie Ci for a sense of approval, "A Ci, do you think he is an idiot?"

Xie Ci remained silent, there was no reaction, and the corner of his mouth was slightly pulled.

While writing, Xu You said to them: "Is there any more, if not, I'll turn around first."

"Wait a minute." The person who had been silent for a long time spoke slowly.

He raised the corner of his mouth, his voice was long and provocative, "I said—"

Say what you have to say quickly.

Xu You said silently in her heart, but didn't answer.

Xie Ci didn't make a sound, and she didn't speak, so she just waited quietly with a pen, not in a hurry.

His wrist was resting 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 little white rabbit.

Song Yifan turned his gaze to Xu You and Xie Ci, turned back and forth, and found that something was wrong.

After a while, his lazy voice sounded.

"Let me think about it."

Xie Ci paused for a while, as if thinking seriously.

Xu You glanced at her watch. There were three minutes left. She listened attentively and prepared to take notes.

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

Song Yifan smiled obscenely, and punched him on the chest, "It's so simple, Xu You, just help him write women."

"My day, I'm bored." Fu Xueli let out a resentful cut, and turned around.

Xu You put on a sullen face, ignoring their nonsense. Write down quickly on the white paper: nothing, put it on their desk after writing, and prepare to pack up and turn over.

"Oh, yes, I remembered." Xie Ci raised his eyebrows and called Xu You again.

She slowly looked up at him.

"Anything else?" She asked softly.

Why is this person so busy.

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

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

Xie Cizhu laughed, "You really don't know?"

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

The moment she turned her head, a gust of heat suddenly approached her ear.

With a gust of wind.

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

Xu You's body was petrified.

Xie Ci sat back on his seat, propped his elbows on the edge of the table behind him, propped his head, and stared at Xu You's flushed side face. The more you laugh, the harder you laugh.

Suddenly feeling someone looking at him, Xie Ci moved his eyes.

"Brother." Song Yifan leaned over and said with a complicated expression, "When did you become..."

"how?"

"I like teasing little girls so much."

Xie Ci glanced at him, and asked lightly: "Do you have an opinion?"

"Oh, how dare you."

After a while.

"It's not me, I just think it." Song Yifan couldn't help it anymore, he leaned over again and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "I just think it's like you've been bewitched recently, and you love to get close to someone else's new classmate, What do you think?"

As soon as he finished speaking, someone kicked his calf severely. Song Yifan groaned in pain, and immediately fell silent knowingly.

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

Low Eye quickly wrote a paragraph on the draft paper, tore it off and patted it on the desk of the person behind.

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

She cleared her throat, held the lesson plan and asked, "Have we discussed everything?"

No one answered.

Teacher Zhang wandered his eyes, raised his chin, and pointed to the four groups: "Thank you, where did you go in the last class, you are really lawless, come and talk about the topic I wrote."

Xu You couldn't help biting her lower lip.

The person behind him stood up unhurriedly, and the legs of the stool rubbed against the ground, making noises.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Teacher Zhang glanced over lightly, and said mercilessly, "I can't stand a class."

Xie Ci lazily leaned against the wall, and picked up a piece of white draft paper from the table with two fingers.

In the quiet class, I read the sentence written in the ballpoint pen slowly in broken English:

—“i love to give sb a glass of hot water.”

Teacher Zhang listened to it, thought for a few seconds, and said in disbelief: "Do you like to help others turn on the water?"