Her Little Dimples

Chapter 3

When the words fell silent, the whole class burst into laughter.

Xu You stood neatly, bowing his head slightly.

Although she has excellent grades since childhood, she is the darling in the eyes of the teacher. But I don't know why, she is afraid of being called up to answer questions, and every time she stands up, her ears can be red.

This kind of well-behaved and quiet female classmate is very popular with Chinese teachers. She nodded and said: "Then you come and read this text with us."

The summer sun passes through the glass, and there is a line of light in the air, with fine particles rising and falling.

The sleeves of Xu You's school uniform were rolled to the elbow, revealing a thin, white arm. She picked up the language document and started reading from the first line.

Word by word.

The voice has the soft waxy characteristic of Jiangnan, the accent is slow, especially soothing and soft.

"Qin general Wang Jian breaks Zhao, captives Zhao Zhao, take all the land, advance to the north, to the southern boundary of Yan..."

The Chinese teacher nodded as he listened. The wrinkles on his face were laughed out, and he was very satisfied.

Not only did Xu You read smoothly, but also many jerky pronunciations were accurate.

It is the effect of previewing in advance.

She was interrupted by the teacher when she read "The wind is cold and the water is cold".

"Stop." The Chinese teacher made a gesture and said gently, "You read this sentence again."

Xu You hesitated: "...the wind is slack..."

"It's wind, feng, rear nasal sound." The Chinese teacher interrupted her, and said kindly: "It's not fen, you have a poor reading."

"Wind, wind..."

Xu You reacted for a while, lacking confidence.

It is true that southerners often do not distinguish between rear and front nasal sounds, and Mandarin is not as good as northerners.

Song Yifan was right behind Xu You and could hear clearly. He finally couldn't help but laugh, shaking his body.

The thank-you note on the side held his head with one hand, his eyes lowered, and he read the phrase ‘the wind is slack and the water is cold’ in the book, grinning and grinning.

The two brothers laughed, and the others laughed.

Classroom discipline was destroyed instantly.

The Chinese teacher was talking and found that there was a noise again behind him. I couldn't help but banged on the blackboard vigorously, and was mad at seeing the ruffians of the group of boys, "Song Yifan! What a laugh, you come to read!"

Song Yifan closed his smiling face for a second, and said bitterly: "I am not laughing alone, I am also laughing at the same table."

"Then you guys together!"

The Chinese teacher heaved a sigh of relief and said, "Xu You, sit down first. Some people in the back give me sleep if they don't want to attend the class. Don't break the class discipline!"

Although Xu You was embarrassed by the smile, he breathed a sigh of relief and sat down quietly.

Fu Xueli came over to comfort her, "It's okay, kids, Song Yifan and the others are so cheap and used to it, don't worry about it."

Xu You nodded, not irritated, and whispered: "I don't mind."

In fact, it doesn't matter much, anyway, she has a good temper.

After waiting for a while, the two people behind stood up, dragging their feet.

"Teacher, I and I are illiterate, can you let us go?"

Song Yifan grinned and continued to be poor.

The Chinese teacher's eyes stared: "If you want you to read it, just read it, where is so much nonsense! The thanks start first."

He leaned his shoulders against the wall, took the book to his eyes, glanced at it, and continued to say lazily: "It's Xiaoxiaoxi and easy to be cold."

As soon as this sentence came out, the whole class burst into laughter.

The Chinese teacher glared wide and widened: "Do you guys never finish? Read it to me!"

Xu You lowered his head, looked at the Chinese textbook, and did not smile. She was even more embarrassed by the deliberate thought of the person behind.

Ugh.

She is a little tired.

After a daze, Song Yifan's yin and yang tone made Xu You a little bit more energetic, so he continued to hold the pen and listened carefully.

After finishing the two Chinese classes with great difficulty, the last one is a self-study class.

Ten minutes after class, all kinds of gods, demons and ghosts were making trouble, and the tables and benches were made to move and noisy by a group of squatting boys.

Xu You opened an extra-curricular material with annotated text and prepared to copy the explanations of some key sentences in the new class.

After writing for a while, the class bell rang. Everyone returned to their original positions, and those who went to the toilet flew back to the classroom from the corridor.