Lin Ximeng is one of the representatives of the Chinese class in the class.

The head teacher is a Chinese teacher, and unlike other teachers, he arranges two Chinese class representatives in the class, and they are divided into principal and deputy. Lin Ximeng is one of them, the positive one.

The head teacher admires Lin Ximeng very much, I think it's probably because she has a unique and charming voice. It was the most beautiful sound I had ever heard, as crisp as a lark singing proudly in the branches, as agile as a stream flowing through the green hills and green forests.

I often imagine how nice it would be if Yan Jinfeng could have such a beautiful voice. It's a pity that Yan Jinfeng's voice is a little hoarse, giving people a feeling like the scorching sun. This also matches her passionate and unrestrained personality.

So, maybe this crystal-clear voice only belongs to a gentle and silent girl like Lin Ximeng.

The head teacher often recites texts by name during class. I was looking forward to listening to her recitation, and all the students in the class were looking forward to it. It is rare to hear Lin Ximeng speak on weekdays, but it is rare to hear it during class, but the whole class is really very consciously quiet, ready to accept a baptism of ears, feel the sound from nature, and feel a concert that cleanses the soul.

However, every time Lin Ximeng stood up, he would be very nervous, and when he was nervous, he would easily make mistakes, and if he made mistakes, he would be even more nervous, and so on in a vicious circle. It's like a good song, but it keeps cassette when it's played, and the artistic conception that I have managed to construct suddenly falls apart.

It's a pity for me, and every time I hope she can play well, but every time it doesn't work as well as she should.

Lin Ximeng obviously realized this as well, and every time she barely finished reading, her face turned red, like a ripe apple. She probably didn't behave well, she felt embarrassed in front of everyone.

But in fact, everyone didn't care much about her inadvertent slips of the tongue, after all, no matter what she said with such a nice voice, it was a pleasure for us.

The head teacher didn't really care either. Because next time, he will happily name Lin Ximeng and recite it.

The only one who cares about it is Yan Jinfeng himself. I can see that every time the head teacher is about to find someone to recite the text, her expression is very serious, staring at the textbook with her head down, not daring to blink her eyelids, and sitting upright and motionless, like a stone statue.

As a representative of the Chinese class, Lin Ximeng also has an important responsibility, which is to check the memorization of texts by several team leaders. I was one of several group leaders, and I had to check that my classmates in my group had memorized texts, and she happened to be a member of my group. This is one of the few moments when I have a conversation with her.

"Lin Ximeng, if you have time, I'm ready to memorize." I asked her from behind. As long as I feel that I have memorized it well, I will contact her as soon as possible.

"Okay, wait a minute." Lin Ximeng agreed, and at the same time flipped out the language book.

She sat reflexively, facing me, and opened the page where the text was located, holding it in both hands: "Okay, let's get started." ”

"Aren't you tired of hanging in the air and holding a book like this?" I moved the stationery box to myself, leaving an open space on the table, "You can put the book on the table, it's more comfortable." ”

"It's okay, you carry yours." She laughs.

"Oh, okay." I cleared my throat and began to recite fluently.

I don't think I have a good memory, and I usually practice memorization with repeated progression. Only memorize one sentence at a time, and every time you memorize one more sentence, you will recite all the previous ones again until you can recite them intuitively without using your brain. In this way, you can put more effort into enhancing the emotion of the article when reciting.

Lin Ximeng checked my recitation very carefully, and after I finished a whole sentence, I would make a "um" sound to indicate that it was correct.

Occasionally, I get stuck: "Uh, oops, I forgot what the next sentence was." ”

"Do you want a hint?"

"I'll think again." I racked my brains and tried to pick all the possible words in my head, but I didn't feel like any. It's at a loss, like looking for a needle in a haystack.

Perhaps a little tired, Lin Ximeng leaned his back against my desk, his elbows propped up on his legs.

"Okay, you tell me one word, just one word, don't give more." I'm still very confident in my memory, and I do know it by heart, but I accidentally forgot how to take it. With just one word, I can make it like bait and catch the whole fish ashore.

"Hmm." Lin Ximeng said in her standard Mandarin, "Pong".

"Oh, in the evening......" I was excited, the word was a key, and the memories sealed in the box gushed out from it, "the lights were on, and a little yellow light set off a quiet and peaceful night......"

"Haha, yes!" Lin Ximeng also smiled.

When I finished reciting the full text, I asked, "How's it going?" ”

"Well, you've passed, but it would be better if you didn't need a hint."

"Then why don't I finish checking your recitation by the way?"

"Hmm...... Lin Ximeng thought for a moment and said, "It's okay." ”

So I flipped out my textbook, opened the page, and laid it on the table, with my hands on the desk.

Lin Ximeng quickly put back his textbook, turned around again, and said with a smile, "Okay, let's start." ”

She didn't recite as fluently as I did, and she got stuck in several places, and thought about it for a long time.

When she stuck, I poked my head out from behind the book and saw that she was looking out the window with her head held high, and it seemed that words would emerge from there. Her eyes are watery, her look cute, and cute.

"Red as fire." Seeing that she frowned and couldn't remember, I whispered a reminder.

"Oh, the red ones are like fire, and the pink ones are like the ...... of the sunset"

During the whole process, she got stuck three or four times.

"Hey, I didn't memorize it well, and I made you laugh." After reciting, she smiled embarrassedly.

"It's good, it's passed."

"Go back and wait for me to memorize it better, and then memorize it again."

"No, no, you're over."

"Hey, I'll let you check next time I'm ready."

"yes, okay."

The task of reciting to each other is considered to be completed. She turned back, and I restored the stationery on the table.

This girl, who is usually silent, thought it would be difficult to deal with. But at least from the perspective of endorsement, she is still quite kind, especially the smile that often hangs on her lips at that time, the stream-like voice, and the flushed face when she is nervous, all of which left a deep impression on me, and I can't help but feel a little pity.

On the other hand, as she shows, she takes everything seriously, so serious that she doesn't let go of herself, and insists on reciting it again.

"Little Er, help me carry it again." The next day, she approached me.

"Huh? I said I didn't need to. "I was surprised.

"No, I'm going to try again."

"So persistent?"

"It's not a matter of attachment, I always feel that I was fooled last time, and my heart is not steady."

"Okay, then I'll give you one more time."

This time, Lin Ximeng really memorized it very skillfully, it was like reading it from a textbook. No, it should be said that she was not so proficient when she looked at the textbook.

"It's amazing, I haven't heard you recite so fluently in class."

"I was too nervous in class, and I didn't know the texts well." She smiled shyly.

"Haha, don't be nervous next time, read a few more words before reading."

"Haha, thank you."

Another representative of the Chinese class in the class is called Xiaoyuan, who is more lively than Lin Ximeng. She and Ah Ghost have good grades, and their relationship with each other is quite good, and their classmates often match the two of them. In the coaxing of their classmates, the two of them behaved quite naturally, and it seemed that the two really liked each other.

How familiar is such a scene, I used to be like this and Yan Jinfeng bathed in everyone's eyes, that is Yan Jinfeng is also like Xiaoyuan to a ghost, to a certain extent, showing his liking for me. But why did it suddenly change? Why did the transfer student You Fu suddenly change after he came?

I still don't understand. The human mind is so complex.

One day, I asked Zhang Hong about Yan Jinfeng again at the back of the teaching building.

"Last time, I saw Yan Jinfeng near the teachers' offices, does she hold any position in your class?"

"Yes, she's the English class representative." Zhang Hong said.

"Oh, then she's doing pretty well in your class."

"Well, the English teacher admires her, her pronunciation is very standard, and she likes English very much."

"What about the overall score?"

"It's good, at the top of the class." Zhang Hong said with a smile, "But it definitely can't be compared with your key class." ”

"Well, well, I'm not talking about grades." I said awkwardly, "I wonder, has she had any lately, uh, the situation?" ”

"Well, yes, it seems to be a little." Zhang Hong thought seriously, "Recently, a small boy got very close to her. There may be circumstances. ”

"Oh? Who is that guy? ”

"A boy sitting in front of her. But don't worry, that guy's grades are not good, and his skin is relatively dark, Yan Jinfeng won't take a fancy to him. ”

"Who Yan Jinfeng likes doesn't seem to have anything to do with his grades. You Fu is not considered to have good grades. I thought to myself, "It's a little boy." Uh, I'm a small man, Xie Liang and You Fu are about the same size as me, she shouldn't like small boys. ”

"Well, if you analyze it like this, there is a possibility."

"Help me keep an eye on the dynamics between them and let me know if there is a situation."

"Okay, wrap it up with me." Zhang Hong patted his chest and smiled confidently.