"I feel like it's all in your class." Wu Yueyao answered disapprerovingly, and waved her hand at Bu Yanxi, "Then I'll leave first, and you can go home early after you finish it." ”

"Bye-bye." Jiang Youlan also waved at her.

"Okay, bye-bye." She smiled and watched the figures of her two friends disappear into the doorway, paused thoughtfully, then changed a white piece of chalk and carefully wrote French against the translation on her phone.

Minutes and seconds passed.

——Comment te dire je veux pas te mentir tu m'attires et c'est la que ce trouve le vrai fond du probleme.

When a certain word was written, Bu Yanxi's mind inexplicably flashed the boy's newly changed personality signature.

"Are you writing about the digital evolution of French?"

At the same time, a slightly surprised voice suddenly sounded.

She shook her hand, and a small tadpole-like tail suddenly appeared under the letter she had just written.

After glancing slightly, I saw that the boy who left early with Wang Chengxi after school reappeared in the classroom, still holding a basketball in his hand.

Fang Luoluo next to him was also a spirit, silently bowing his head to proofread the theme copy.

"Hmm."

She replied lightly, forcing herself not to look at him, and locked her eyes on the unfinished poster.

However, my brain went blank suddenly, and the chalk was against the blackboard for a long time, but I couldn't write the next letter.

I don't know which scientific book I have read that there is an area at the back of the human brain called the "visual cortex" that allows us to produce conscious vision, and even in places that our eyes can't see, it processes the information around us.

For example, if you feel that something is wrong during a class and turn your head to find that the head teacher is standing at the back door staring at you deeply, it is half the credit.

In other words, at this moment, she could feel the boy slowly approaching.

"The numerical expression in Old French comes from the decimal system, but at the end of the Middle Ages it became decimal, and the 'septante' you write is the official term for Belgian and Swiss French, while the French usually use 'soixant-dix', and you can change that word."

A clear and beautiful voice sounded slowly in her ears, turning her head, Ming Yuyan watched thoughtfully as she wrote most of the content of the board report, leaving her side face clear and clean, with a bit of innate cold arrogance.

Bu Yanxi was stunned for a moment before realizing that he was correcting his words.

"And here, tu is a term between peers and friends, and it would be more appropriate to change it to vous."

"You understand?" She asked knowingly.

The boy's beautiful brown eyes were slightly slanted, and the tails of his eyes were gently raised, looking at her with a smile, silent but affectionate.

As if he had easily seen through his thoughts, Bu Yanxi looked away in embarrassment, not wanting him to see his warmed cheeks.

"Wow, Ming Yuyan, you really know French!"

On the other side, Fang Luoluo couldn't help but exclaim, "I thought it was spread by other classmates, otherwise we would have asked you for help a long time ago." ”

That's not what you just said......

Bu Yanxi silently scolded, but when she turned her eyes, she found the glint of adoration in the eyes of the literary and art committee, and couldn't help pouting, "Some people are invited by the teacher to drink tea and talk every day, and it is estimated that they can't help it!" ”