In the first English class, Cheng Yin fell asleep again.

The teacher was talking about grammar on the blackboard, which was her biggest headache.

The English teacher saw Cheng Yin sleeping soundly on the table, so he slowly walked to Chen Ran and knocked on his table.

Chen Ran looked up and looked at the English teacher for no reason.

The English teacher pointed his chin at Cheng Yin.

Chen Ran turned his head and glanced at the sleeping Cheng Yin, and then looked at the English teacher.

Then, extremely naturally, he took off his coat and covered Cheng Yin with it.

English teacher: “…”

I signaled you to remind Cheng Yin not to sleep. Who asked you to cover her with a quilt?

In the end, the teacher had to start and pat Cheng Yin himself to wake him up.

Chen Ran supported his head, his eyes filled with a strong smile.

"Cheng Yin, come and read the first paragraph of the following short article."

Cheng Yin seemed to have not woken up yet, nor did he notice that he was covered with Chen Ran's coat.

She stood up while rubbing her eyes, and her clothes fell to the ground, but she didn't notice it.

Chen Ran bent down to pick up school uniforms, and a crisp sound suddenly sounded above his head.

It is clean and smooth, and it is more pure than the English teacher, and even has a bit of Queen’s English flavor.

Chen Ran couldn't believe that this was the sound of Cheng Yin, even though he raised his head and looked at Cheng Yin reading it word by word.

In fact, Cheng Yin is indeed good at English, but not at the level of taking the exam.

Both parents can speak fluent English, and Cheng Sheng is even more standard British accent, so Cheng Yin's English speaking is better than most high school students.

But what makes her different from ordinary students is that she can do 130 English questions, but she cannot use English fluently, and occasionally a little Chinese English appears. Cheng Yin doesn't understand the grammar and can't figure out the subject-predicate object of the inverted sentence, but she can fluently communicate with foreigners on daily basis and understand British and American dramas.

The English teacher also knows this, so when he needs to read the text aloud, he always draws the chant to read it. It is not only for the sake of comfort, but also hopes that the students can learn her accent.

When Cheng Yin was reading the text, the English teacher walked around the students with a book, nodding from time to time, and stuttering Cheng Yin's pronunciation in his mouth.

When Cheng Yin finished reading the first paragraph, she said "hmm" and said, "Sit down."

Then he looked to his side again and pointed at Xiao Siran.

"Xiao Siran, come and read the second paragraph."

Xiao Siran stood up holding the book, coughed twice before starting to read.

After reading a few sentences, she stuttered and was still stuck when she read the word "alphabetical".

The English teacher read it to her and asked her to continue reading.

Soon, after reading the second paragraph, Xiao Siran sat down with a blushing face, lowered her head to read, and did not dare to look at other people's gazes.

Actually, no one is watching her.

This situation is very normal for high school students. Moreover, her English is actually very fluent, but it is a kind of smooth and rigid style.

The English teacher drew a few more people to read the text, one after another, and the remaining ten minutes passed in a blink of an eye.

After class, people poured water, handed in the classroom, and were having fun.

Xiao Siran was still immersed in the self-satisfiedness of the comparison of the accent just now, and looked back secretly, wanting to see if Cheng Yin was proud.

When his eyes touched the back, he saw Cheng Yin's head being covered with a school uniform, and his hands were swaying like a moth.

Chen Ran watched from the side, smiling happily.

Damn it's mentally retarded.

Xiao Siran turned back silently.

Cheng Yin and Nie Nan had a fight for a while, the preparatory bell rang, and the classroom became quiet again.

Before the teacher came, several students were walking around the aisle.

Suddenly, Nie Nan sneezes, shaking the ceiling of the entire classroom.

"Damn!" Nie Nan wiped his nose and said, "Why is it so fragrant?"

Just then, Xiao Siran walked past them.

Hearing Nie Nan's voice, she speeded up her pace and walked towards the back locker with her head muffled.

In fact, she has been sleeping poorly these days.

Although Zhang Yuehai already gave her face and did not tell anyone about the chocolate, Xiao Siran knew that her little thoughts were clearly visible in front of Chen Ran and were crushed to pieces.

Now she has any beautiful girlish thoughts. As long as there is Chen Ran, she would want to find a hole to bury herself.

Xiao Siran took the things in the storage cabinet and left, bringing another fragrance.

Cheng Yin whispered: "Zumalong Freesia."

Nie Nan: "What?"

Xie Ying took the book and patted his head, "Perfume, do you understand?"

After saying that, he stared at Xiao Siran's back and sneered: "It's not a show, why are you making perfume? You'll be going to the sky after shooting a promotional video."

"I have a bottle, too." Cheng Yin said, "but I haven't used it yet."

It was her birthday last year, and a cousin gave her. But she was a high school student who wore school uniforms all day long and had no intention of spraying perfume.

Hearing them talking about perfume, Chen Ran subconsciously sniffed it.

The milky smell dissipated in the morning, leaving only a faint and faint fragrance.

Chen Ran suddenly asked, "Then what perfume are you using?"

Cheng Yin: "Shufujia's mother's peace of mind soap."

Chen Ran: “…”

The second class is Zhang Yuehai's Chinese class. Today I didn't talk about the topic, so I made an argumentative topic, and time flew by.

After class, he picked up the book and said, "Cheng Yin, come to the office with me."

Cheng Yin observed Zhang Yuehai's expression. There was nothing special. It seemed that he was not invited to have tea, so he walked over with peace of mind.

When he walked to the door, Xiao Siran was also going out with the thermos.

When Zhang Yuehai saw her, he praised casually: "You look pretty good without wearing glasses."

Xiao Siran pursed her lips and smiled, glanced at Cheng Yin beside Zhang Yuehai, and her expression dimmed again.

Zhang Yuehai took Cheng Yin to the office and asked her to sit down. Instead, he turned around and went to the water dispenser to pour water.

He soaked some chrysanthemums and added another fat sea. Then he walked over leisurely and said, "After the class tomorrow morning, you can go to the publicity office to find Teacher Wang Huijuan."

"Ah?" Cheng Yin asked, "What's wrong?"

At this time, the life committee member in the class came in and placed a stack of money on Zhang Yuehai's desk.

"Teacher, the information fee has been collected."

Zhang Yuehai nodded, put the money aside, and said to Cheng Yin: "Even if you go and take a photo, it won't take long. Just do what Teacher Wang said."

Cheng Yin: "?"

She pointed at herself, "Am I?"

"It's you." Zhang Yuehai picked up the information fee and started counting it, and said casually, "I remember to wear a new school uniform tomorrow."

"Are you mistaken?" Cheng Yin asked, "Xiao Siran is the number one in that vote?"

Zhang Yuehai paused his finger, "What vote?"

Cheng Yin told Zhang Yuehai the whole story, but he was not very clear, so he said, "I'll call and ask."

Zhang Yuehai took his cell phone and went to the corridor. After a few minutes, he came back.

He sat down with a smile, and said helplessly and amusedly: "I asked Teacher Wang, their publicity office has not done any voting, and you don't look at it. The voting you mentioned was not made by our school's official account. Teacher Wang looked at it and didn't know which self-media made it, so you don't have to worry about it."

Cheng Yin probably understood it, and his mind was blown away by surprise.

"Then, that's what I'm going to take a picture?"

"It's you." Zhang Yuehai said, "When I was preparing to make a promotional video, I decided to be you. I was afraid that you would be impetuous, so I told you when I came to an end."

Zhang Yuehai waved to her, "Go, go to bed early tonight, and go to Teacher Wang cleanly tomorrow. Don't make some cosmetics or something inappropriate."

What does it mean to lose and get back? What does it mean to be a false alarm? Cheng Yin feels that he is now like a villain's successful face.

But there was no way, she still couldn't help but feel a little happy.

But it's not easy to show it too obviously.

After all, at the Art Festival last week, she was convinced by Xiao Siran.

Cheng Yin trotted back to the classroom. As soon as he entered through the front door, several people stared at her.
To be continued...