Xie Yan: "Which sentence?"

"It was when Old Chen asked me to supervise you to memorize the text before, and if you weren't good-looking, I would have changed to a deskmate." Lin Er said.

Xie Yan: “…”

Thank God for giving him such a face that allows Lin Er to continue to be his deskmate.

Xie Yan's expression suddenly became subtle: "Do you like those who look good?"

"Of course." Liner answered without hesitation and asked him again, "Do you don't like it?"

"...I like it." Xie Yan couldn't deny this question, "What else do you like except being good-looking?"

"Am I? You're tall." Liner answered without hesitation.

Xie Yan's eyelashes moved slightly: "How high should it be?"

Lin Er thought for a while and said, "It will take at least thirty or forty meters."

Xie Yan: "?"

Three, thirty or forty meters?

Then...then is he still a human being?!

As if he noticed his confusion, Lin Er looked over with a faint look, and then sighed: "You must be as tall as Ultraman, so that you can feel safe."

Xie Yan: “…”

An invisible enemy appeared, occupying all the childhood gods of his deskmate O, Te, Man.

I just finished ringing the preparatory bell when I arrived in the classroom, and the first class in the afternoon was Chinese.

Before the weekend last week, two composition classes on Friday were temporarily changed to an in-class test by Lao Chen, and the Chinese test papers made in the class have been corrected.

As Lin Er expected, the translation genius Xie Tiantian once again became Lao Chen’s key target of care.

"Student Xie Yan, come on, turn your eyes and look at me, why do you always look out the window?" Old Chen spoke with helplessness, and he wanted to ask for attention very humbly, "Is there any charming scenery outside the window attracting you? Is it more charming than me, or more charming than the lesson I teach?"

The whole class replied in his heart for Xie Yan: It is more charming than you and more charming than the lessons you teach.

Without getting a response from his beloved disciple, Old Chen knocked on the edge of the table with the board in a very desolate way and said, "Okay, OK, classmate Xie Yan, stop looking outside, look at me, see if I'm fine?"

“…”

Under Lao Chen's repeated and earnest call, Xie Yan was finally willing to turn his gaze back and landed on Lao Chen's face full of asking for attention.

"Oh yes yes, that's right." Old Chen almost cried with joy, "Look at me, just look at me, look at me hard, I'm the different fireworks in the world."

“…”

"Okay, now put down the pen in your hand and tell me where I'm talking about?" Old Chen said again.

Xie Yan, who is in a state of emptiedness: "…?"

Lin Er raised his head slightly, glanced at Lao Chen with a helpless look on his face, then secretly reached out his hand and pointed his fingertips on his test paper.

So, Xie Yan, who relied on his deskmate to help him: "Classic Chinese translation."

"Oh yes yes yes." Old Chen continued to nod, his tone still unable to hide his excitement. He seemed to have no idea that his beloved disciple could also be distracted from listening to the class while wandering his mind.

"Then tell me again, how did you translate the sentence "Don't avoid me if you die, and give me some peace of mind" in "Hongmen Banquet"?"

"..." Xie Yan was silent for a moment, but still read his answer, "I'm not afraid of drinking until I die. How can a glass of wine be enough?"

Lin Er, who was listening to Xie Yan's answer with his ears pricked up: "..."
Chapter completed!