After a morning of fermentation, in the current classroom, there is no longer the mistake of not recognizing her as Su Xia.

The most surprising thing is not that they don't recognize her.

Rather, Susha...... She looks so beautiful!

A palm-sized white little face, with clear peach blossom eyes, a calm appearance, and a little pale lips, but it does not affect her beauty.

When she entered the class, the sound of gasping sounded from the classroom.

Although I don't know who made the sound, Su Xia's suddenly revealed soft face did have a shocking effect.

is amazing, and it is impossible to associate her in front of her with the angry girl who scared Teacher Li's face pale yesterday.

*

It doesn't matter what others think of her.

Xia Ling sat down and took out the language book.

In the morning, it was still early Chinese reading, and after everyone entered the class, not long after sitting, Teacher Li came in from outside.

She changed into a black and white suit dress, and the whole person didn't look so fat.

After arranging the content of the morning reading, Teacher Li's attention inevitably fell on the girl in the penultimate row.

That clean and feminine face looks very unfamiliar.

In the sound of reading, Teacher Li walked to Xia Ling's side.

She didn't ask Xia Ling directly, but, looking at her, asked a boy next to her.

"Zhang Yun, didn't Su Xia come this morning?"

"Su Xia......" The boy put down the book, looked at Xia Ling, and whispered to Teacher Li: "Teacher, that's Su Xia." ”

That's Susha?

Teacher Li opened his eyes and looked at the girl again.

Dressed in pure white casual sportswear, the short-haired girl's facial features are so delicate that people are jealous, and her skin is also like white porcelain, without any flaws.

……

Could this be the gloomy and unlikable Susha?

Listen to Mr. Li's voice and feel his gaze.

Looking up, Xia Ling looked at her.

"Teacher, are you looking for me?"

Her eyes were bright and bright, with some dark light, and she looked like she was smiling, with a sense of danger.

Teacher Li came back to his senses and straightened up elegantly.

"Oh, it's okay, endorse well!"

She picked up the shelves and left the last row to walk around the front rows of the classroom.

From beginning to end, she didn't mention what kind of Xia Ling's text was copied.

It's useless to ask, and it's not interesting to ask yourself.

*

And here, as soon as Teacher Li left, in front of Xia Ling, Tang Mohan lay on the table as if he had activated some switch.

The table seemed to have a gravitational pull on him.

However, in Tang Mohan's desk pocket, Xia Ling glanced at it just now and saw a messy array of calculation numbers.

Goldbach's conjecture?

This guy looks like he's sleeping on his stomach, but in fact, he's thinking about this conjecture again, right?

Xia Ling propped up his face and looked at Tang Mohan's back for a while.

Chinese Lessons...... It's really boring, she flipped through these texts casually, and she was already able to memorize them.

What other points and knowledge points, with her strength, it makes no difference whether she listens to the class or not, maybe she can still go to the podium with the textbook and help the Chinese teacher take a lesson?

It was a full hour of self-study in the morning, which was really drowsy.

was too sleepy, Xia Ling simply lay down and fell asleep directly in class.

*

I don't know how long I slept, but I only knew that her arm was strongly poked with a pen by the person on the left.

Poking—

"Wake up! Homeroom teacher, it's coming! ”

Teacher......

Xia Ling frowned, she has been graduating for many years, what does the head teacher do for her?