She squatted down and took the pen over: "Daiwa, thank you. I will give the pen to Bai. You can go back."

"Teacher Qiao, is Xiaobai inside?" Daiwa blinked the local girl's unique big eyes.

"Yes, but Xiaobai caught a cold. He just took medicine, lay down and fell asleep." She gave up Daiwa's thoughts of going in to find him.

"Oh, that's it." Daiwa was a little disappointed, but finally stopped.

Qiao Yue'er watched Daiwa leave embarrassedly, and breathed a sigh of relief for no reason.

A little self-deprecating.

What are you doing?

Could it be that a little girl who is six or seven years old is fighting with her for a man, right?

But to be honest, she regretted letting Bai Sheyu go to class.

I didn't expect that he was so popular among elementary school girls.

*

The next morning, after breakfast, Qiao Yue'er said, "If you don't like being with children, you don't have to go to class today, just go to the Internet cafe in the dormitory."

Bai Sheyu slowly drank the last sip of white porridge and wiped his mouth: "It's okay."

"Do you want to go to the classroom?" Qiao Yue'er was a little surprised.

"Anyway, there's nothing to do, the internet speed here is too slow. It's inconvenient to surf the internet." Bai Sheyu left the chair and helped her pick up the teaching aids and textbooks:

"Don't you leave?"

...

I just went to the classroom and it was not time for class yet, and the students were chattering.

Seeing Bai Sheyu coming, a group of little girls suddenly turned into a ladylike posture, automatically silenced, and then rushed forward.

"Xiaobai, are you getting better off?"

It seems that after I told Daiwa yesterday that he had a cold, Daiwa talked to the whole class.

Qiao Yue'er looked at the anxious and worried group of girls, and glanced at the young boy standing in the middle and was surrounded by stars.

Humph, no wonder I am willing to come to class.

I tasted the sweetness of being surrounded by girls yesterday.

Man, indeed—

From age 70 to age 70, they like to be surrounded by women.

Bai Sheyu responded in English with fearlessness to the little girls who were dedicated to him: "Thank you, it's better."

"Wow, you speak English very well, and you feel that the tone is different from ours."

"Xiaobai, I don't know how many words I learned yesterday. Can you teach me?"

Another little girl rushed over and said, "Xiaobai, this is my mother's sweating soup, made with ginger and sugar. Every time my dad and I catch a cold, it will be fine if I drink it. Would you try it?"

He picked out all the soup.

Qiao Yue'er glanced at Bai Sheyu.

He was silent for only two seconds, and actually took the soup: "Thank you."

He said to another little girl, "You can show me what you don't understand."

The two little girls were immediately ecstatic.

Qiao Yue'er's face changed slightly, she walked to the podium, and patted the podium with the textbook: "Okay, class is coming, all back to the seats."

Only then did the girls return to their seats reluctantly.

The little girl who had already brought the English book also waved her hand quietly at Bai Sheyu, and almost blew her kiss:

"I'll look for you after class."

…

After the class, Qiao Yueer's accident occurred.

As soon as the get out of class came, the girl ran to Bai Sheyu with her English book in her arms, sticking to it like a piece of plaster.

She didn't even have the chance to pull the kid away.

I watched Bai Sheyu fall into the red pink pile again.

...

It was not until the next class began that Bai Sheyu left the fans and walked out of the classroom leisurely.

As soon as I looked up, I saw Qiao Yue'er standing in the corridor outside the classroom holding the textbook. She had been waiting for herself for a long time, and was sarcastic:

"Are you not tired to deal with so much by yourself?"
Chapter completed!