“I know the teacher, I won’t cry.”
Zhang Zixuan pursed her lips and smiled, and the head teacher covered her with a quilt with a relaxed face.
“Don’t think about it, there’s nothing, it’s just a busy work.”
Hearing the comforting words of the head teacher, looking at her pretending to be relaxed, Zhang Zixuan was warmly relieved, secretly looking at Feng Yin who was playing the straight ball, and lowered her head.
Zhang Zixuan drank a drink to replenish the salt and moisture that she had lost in her body. With the effect of antipyretics, the temperature had dropped to about 38 degrees.
The head teacher did not ask Zhang Zixuan to go back to the classroom immediately, but she went back to the classroom in person and helped Zhang Zixuan come over to get the textbooks and let her take a look first.
“Look at it yourself. Don’t be afraid. I’ll ask other teachers to give you some lessons.”
The head teacher said it was very certain. Zhang Zixuan wanted to give lessons, and the teachers of every subject were very willing.
“Thank you, teacher.”
Zhang Zixuan thanked her obediently, and took the textbook and exercise book of her senior year and started reading it carefully.
“Feng Yin, do you know?”
For some reason, Zhang Zixuan just thought that Feng Yin knew everything.
Feng Yin looked at the two big words “Mathematics” on the cover and shook her head firmly.
“No.”
Zhang Zixuan, who was once again breached by Feng Yin’s positive and straightforward words, asked a little relaxed: “Really? I don’t know why, I think you can do anything.”
“It’s not your fault that you are impressed by my outstanding temperament.”
Feng Yin’s narcissism made Zhang Zixuan feel relaxed and friendly, and she spoke a little casually.
“You speak so interestingly, and you are so happy to chat with you.”
Feng Yin sat upright, his face suddenly became serious, and Zhang Zixuan’s little smile also closed. Did he say the wrong thing?
“Li Sanyi, have you heard that you are the smartest at the age of 18. People say they are very happy to chat with me!”