When I got to school, it was already past 11 o'clock in the morning, and it was Mr. Lin's math class.

Sang Ji walked to the front door and hesitated for a few seconds, thinking that there were still ten minutes before the class would end, so he simply stood on the wall automatically, thinking that it was better than going in and being scolded.

Teacher Lin was holding a white chalk and facing the blackboard to solve the problem for the students, and after the problem, he saw a petite person standing outside the door.

Glancing at the classroom, I saw that the first seat in the penultimate row was empty, and the seat chart corresponded to Sangi.

Sang Ji is the most youthful and good-looking student in the class, but also the most troublesome.

Teacher Lin thought about it for a while, and said to the students below: "The next questions will be used as homework, and the rest of the time will be self-studying." ”

After the words fell, she put down the textbook in her hand and walked out of the classroom.

Her steps were light, and Sang Ji, who was distracted, didn't hear the footsteps, and was playing with the hanging schoolbag strap in her hand.

"Why did you come to class so late today?"

Teacher Lin's tone was very soft, as if he was afraid of scaring Sang Ji.

Compared with Chen Jialiang's personality and patience, Mr. Lin is more suitable to be a class teacher.

Sang Ji paused, his mind turned around, raised his head and looked at Teacher Lin, and replied honestly: "I was left at home to study." ”

Teacher Lin followed Sang Ji's reaction, and his expression became puzzled, and then he asked: "At home?" ”

"Well," Sang Ji lowered his head and pursed his lips, "I'm poor at studying, and I have a tutor at home, maybe I don't want to come to school again!" ”

Sang Ji's tone added a slight trill, "Teacher, can you help me?" I want to take classes at school. ”

"This," Mr. Lin hesitated, but in the end it was the official refusal: "You'd better discuss this matter with your family." ”

Sang Ji was silent.

The two were in a stalemate for a while, and when the bell was about to ring, Sang Ji spoke again.

"I don't dare, he's fierce."

Xu Jiamu is very domineering.

Teacher Lin was reminded by Sang Ji's words of the last time he saw his parents, which was very fierce.

"That ......" The bell rang at the end of class, interrupting Mr. Lin's reply.

Sang Ji raised his head again, his eyes watery, as if a well-behaved and cute child had been bullied.

She shouted softly, "Teacher—"

At that moment, Teacher Lin was deceived by her harmless and sincere appearance.

"Good!" The kind heart was ignited, "The teacher will help you, but your grades must be improved." ”

After class, the students in the quarantine class and this class rushed out of the corridor to play, and instantly became noisy.

Sang Ji nodded, sincere and a little happy: "Thank you, teacher, I will definitely work hard to improve my grades." ”

The decision was made, and the two walked into the classroom together.

Teacher Lin picked up the book and left the classroom.

Sanki returned to his seat, expressionless and tired.

She hung her bag on a hook next to her desk.

Li Jiaen, who had just woken up, saw her sitting next to her and thought she was dreaming, and reached out to pinch her arm.

"It's so real to the touch, I'm not dreaming!"

“……”

Looking at Li Jiaen's drool, Sang Ji moved back in disgust until he stuck it on the wall, and said in disgust: "Can you pay attention to the image and wipe the saliva." ”

Hearing Sang Ji's voice, Li Jiaen was completely sober and wiped his dry chin with a smirk.

"Why did you come, I miss you so much!"

Sang Ji exhaled and sat upright, "I almost didn't have to go to class. ”

"Huh?" Li Jiaen cleaned up the messy desk, thinking that she was late and was arrested and sent to the office for a long time to teach, "I was scolded by Teacher Xiao Chen again?" ”