I slept peacefully, my consciousness was completely emptied, as if I had gone to a quiet and pure white space, and the cotton or clouds under my feet were soft and comfortable, and I could occasionally smell the slightest wisp of white tea.

Jian Han was in a daze and heard someone shouting his name, and before he could wake up, suddenly a very low voice slowly swayed to his ears, clear and magnetic.

"Be quiet, I'm asleep at the same table."

When the words landed, the person who originally shouted her name really seemed to be bewitched, lowered his voice, and pushed her arm, "Jian Han, wake up, Abby asked you to read the text......"

She was in a semi-conscious state, and immediately opened her eyes with a sigh in her heart after hearing this, and under the cover of the classmates in front of her, she rummaged through the drawers for English textbooks, and asked for information from her table while flipping through them, and she was so anxious that she was sweating profusely.

"Well, where did the teacher go?"

Ruan Zhizhou supported his chin with his hand, looked at Jian Han's red ears with interest, imitated her anxious tone, and asked in a low voice, "What did you say?" ”

Jian Han was stunned for a moment, and quickly glanced at his desk, which was actually cleaner than his face......

Abby looked away from the PPT, looking at the smug protégé's flustered little movements, the expression on his face changed again and again, and suddenly slammed the textbook on the lectern, "This is the classroom rules of the Sunshine Class?" Jian Han: Do you have a lot of opinions about my class? ”

The atmosphere in the classroom instantly dropped to freezing, and the eerie silence made people dare not even come out.

Jian Han stopped what he was doing and stood up in embarrassment, his long eyelashes drooping slightly, casting a half-circle shadow under his eyelids. She bit her lip and said ashamedly, "I'm sorry teacher, I'm distracted." ”

Ruan Zhizhou stared at her clenched fist for a while, couldn't help laughing, and gently kicked her chair, "Hey, the teacher asked you to read the text guide of the third unit." ”

Jian Han's hands trembled with anger and glared at him viciously.

As a result, the teacher didn't say what to do, so she, an unreliable tablemate, put her hand in her trouser pocket, stood up slowly, and said indifferently: "Sorry, blame me for not being able to wake up my tablemate." ”

Jian Han: "......"

The eerie and awkward atmosphere climbed to its peak, and the classroom was so quiet that you could clearly catch the careful breathing of the people next to you.

Abby was so angry that she said a few "yes" in a row, but her good teacher training still made her barely keep her calm.

"Enough, I don't want to delay everyone's time because of your ridiculous behavior, sit down first, Jian Han, you come to my office after class!"

"Chi Guiyan and Mo Xinyan, you read the first and second paragraphs of the text aloud to you respectively."

Abby's disappointed eyes and every word she said made Jian Han embarrassed, and her face burned like fire.

She had never made such a stupid mistake, and a sense of shame falling from the clouds enveloped her sanity impenetrably. She looked at Chi Guiyan's back in a daze, and her eyes suddenly became hot and wet.

Ruan Zhizhou snorted softly, grabbed her arm and pulled her to the seat.

She was really thin, and she could easily hold her arm with one hand through several layers of fabric.

Jian Han crouched on the desk, looked at the textbook full of preview notes, and blinked vigorously, trying to squeeze the tears back, but the more he blinked, the faster the tears fell.

Ruan Zhizhou touched his nose weakly, the neck of the same table in the afterglow was white and delicate, the lines were straight and good-looking, and the delicate and small nose was crying red, making her look like an aggrieved little rabbit. He suddenly couldn't bear it, and the ghost reached out a hand to catch her tears.

"Hey, the class should be wet if you cry again."

Along his sleeves, Jian Han smelled a hint of the familiar fragrance of white tea, and his emotions were inexplicably calmed a little.

But still angry.

She slapped his hand away mercilessly, like a cat that had been provoked, and while hiccups, she said fiercely: "It's your business, don't get in the way of me writing notes!" ”