It seemed that she noticed that the atmosphere in the classroom became a bit dull, and the teacher in charge of the class made a smooth move, and Bai Ji then breathed a sigh of relief.


    Before going out, she did not forget to remind her classmates.


    "You all have to teach me a good class. If everyone''s grades soar collectively, this will be good for everyone, right? You all want to focus on the key points!"


    "Okay, President, we''re going back to class, too..."


    Wen Xinlan, who was smiling bitterly, pulled Bai Ji, who seemed to be trying to scold her, and said hello to the teacher in a panic and dispersed with her partner. She probably went back to the classroom of her class.


    However, there is a reason why Bai Ji is anxious.


    This is a resort hotel. As for the venue where we are taking Chinese classes, it is a medium-sized conference hall near the sea. From where I sit, you can see the sea. There are famous beaches nearby. There are a lot of people having fun playing happily in a place hundreds of meters away. Compared to them, they naturally feel that we are miserable. Therefore, some people would rather watch the girl wearing bikini playing beach volleyball outside the window than the beach.


    In addition, this conference hall is quite large, with 3 classes of people and so many people, the teacher can only teach classes according to the script, and there is no way to manage discipline... To put it bluntly, the class in the big class is inefficient.


    "Hey, I actually want to play beach volleyball, but I don''t know if the school will give me a holiday."


    As I muttered like this, I lie helplessly on the table again.


    Rush rust...


    Unlike the low atmosphere in the classroom, the sound of writing fast is always heard in my ears, very close distance.


    "Hmph, hum...yeah..."


    Wearing a pair of large-framed glasses, and even clamping the bangs to the top of his head with hairpins, Zi Yuan stared at his textbook as carefully as a **** of learning.


    If the teacher''s atmosphere is an ice cellar, she is like a disharmonious flame, and the temperature can keep burning even if it is again.


    Mom, is this stimulation?


    She wasn''t in spirit before...


    A little worried about Zi Yuan like this, I poked her in the arm weakly.


    “Saru…”


    "Hmm? Ayu, do you have anything?"


    She looked up at the blackboard quickly, recorded what the teacher wrote, and then continued to write her own notebook.


    It''s actually a two-point purpose! No, it’s all three uses, because she is still talking to me.


    "I, I think you''re a little hard-working in your studies... Is it okay?"


    "Well, it''s okay, I just don''t want to be thrown away."


    She was stunned for a moment, and then replied to me in a relaxed tone.


    Just...is it? Just to avoid being thrown away by the classmates, I''m so desperate.


    I gasped.


    This is the first time I have seen Ziyuan like this... It should be said that she has been different for a long time, and I still maintain the mentality of treating her as a willful little sister.


    After all, she spent her junior high school in self-study, and she seemed to have made a lot of achievements while traveling to society. This way she... seems to be beyond my imagination.


    (Maybe I don''t need to worry about her anymore.)