Shu Nuan originally wanted to plan a suitable time to go there, but Sheng Qianmo had already planned it for her. Knowing that she would have a day off the next day, she pushed back her schedule for that day just to be able to accompany Shu Nuan. Been playing all day.
After Shu Nuan learned about this from Li Yuan, she felt sweet in her heart. She would take the initiative to say hello to Su Hai when she met her when she went to school. Su Hai stood on the steps and put on a show with her: "When I see my brother from the ninth class, why don't I greet him?" Please beg for mercy quickly!”
Shu Nuan: "..."
He turned around and left speechlessly.
Su Hai quickly jumped down the steps and caught up, "Shu Nuan, how do you feel about the first class?"
Shu Nuan told the truth: "Not really."
Su Hai's eyes widened: "Young master, it doesn't matter. That's the first-class class that all the students want to get into!"
Shu Nuan glanced at him: "My head is fine."
Su Hai was stunned for a moment before he realized what she meant. Then he couldn't help but burst out laughing, feeling that Shu Nuan was quite cold and humorous.
As they approached the fork in the corridor, Shu Nuan waved to him: "I'm going to class."
Before the bell rang, a male classmate ran over and asked Wen Zhigu a question. Wen Zhigu still looked cold and cold, but he patiently helped answer the question. Not long after, the bell rang, and no one expected Ji Xubai to pass by the window. Bian walked in with a sullen look on his face and threw the books on the stage.
The whole class held their breath. Everyone could see that Taifu Ji was not in a good mood today, and no one dared to make mistakes.
Ji Xubai walked up to the seat of the young man who had just asked Wen Zhiyu to answer a question, picked up the book he put on the table, and flipped through two pages. There was the familiar handwriting of Wen Zhiyu on it, and he quietly After looking at it for a while, he tore it off, raised his eyes and called the name coldly: "Wen Zhifu."
Wen Zhigu stood up.
"Come on stage, you will teach this lesson." It was a commanding tone.
Wen Zhigu stood in front of the table in silence for a moment and said, "Students don't know how."
"You will." Still very aggressive.
Wen Zhigu remained silent and finally walked onto the stage.
Everyone could see that since Wen Zhigu's performance dropped in this assessment, Taifu Ji had always found trouble with her from time to time and deliberately made things difficult for her. This kind of behavior also made other students wary and would not dare to drop their grades easily again.
When Wen Zhigu was giving a lecture, Ji Xubai sat on her seat, flipped through Wen Zhigu's book for a while, then rested his forehead with his hand and lazily laid his eyes on Wen Zhigu's book. Shu Nuan, her deskmate, was very attentive in class and was basically not disturbed. Even though Ji Xubai was sitting next to her, Shu Nuan was still calm and indifferent.
Ji Xubai raised his eyebrows, tapped the words on her notebook with his fingertips, and asked softly: "This handwriting is very beautiful. Do you usually practice calligraphy?"
Shu Nuan paused while holding the pen and replied: "Sometimes."
Ji Xubai's voice became sharp in vain: "If you don't listen carefully in class, you go out and stand."
Shu Nuan: "..."
She turned her head and glanced at Ji Xubai, whose expression was still cold and stern: "Get out."
Shu Nuan took a breath, put down the pen, stood up and went out.
Wen Zhigu stood for almost half the class, and finally couldn't help but look at Ji Xubai, showing a humble posture: "Master, I don't feel well."
Ji Xubai now saw that she was begging him, and he felt a little better. He knew that her injuries were not all healed, so he didn't make it difficult for her anymore, so he let her return to his seat.