Through these two bright red exclamation marks, Lin Er saw Lao Chen's despair.

Not only Old Chen was desperate, but Lin Er felt that she was also desperate. Xie Tiantian was born with a genius and her talent was different from ordinary people. Her efforts were far inferior to his innate translation talent.

Lin Er reached out to cover the dazzling translation, and simply lost sight of him: "Has I heard you recite this classical Chinese before?"

"I can recite it." Xie Yan said.

"Then what's going on with your outrageous translation?" Liner asked again.

Xie Yan looked at her and said, "I had a fever that day when I was talking about on Friday. I seemed to be sleeping all the time. I didn't hear what Lao Chen said."

“…”

OK, there is a reason this time.

You can't bother with him.

Lin Er took a deep breath, withdrew his hand, and was about to put away his homework book, but from the corner of his eyes he accidentally caught a glimpse of the line above.

Her expression immediately paused.

The translation of the above line looks very familiar. Unfortunately, it was a sentence that Lao Chen once said when he introduced her to her when he first started school.

——Zi said on the river: The dead are like this, never leaving the day and night.

Xie Yan translated a sentence calmly below - Confucius said in Sichuan that the dead man seemed to be my husband, and it looked very similar whether it was day or night.

Liner: “…”

This paragraph is compared with the next paragraph “My beautiful wife”, which is inexplicably more of a comedy meaning.

Well, that's it.

Her boyfriend's translation questions are no longer helpful.

Liner gave up completely.

After putting the homework book back on the shelf, Lin Er no longer cared about Xie Yan and bowed his head and focused on his own business.

Within two minutes, Xie Yan handed over a folded note.

Liner paused his pen tip, and she turned her head, her eyes falling on the small note he handed over.

She didn't answer, but just used the tip of the pen to click on the note and said, "You are so close to me, you can just tell me if you have anything to do, and you'll write a small note?"

Xie Yan said, "It was not written by me."

Liner: "Ah? Not you?"

Who else could it be?

"It's given to you by my new classmate." Xie Yan signaled to his right.

Liner: "?"

Lin Er still didn't answer and confirmed again: "Are you sure it was for me?"

Although she and her new classmates are from Haida High School, Lin Er is sure that she has never seen this girl.

"Yeah." Xie Yan said affirmatively.

Just now, he was writing notes, and a small note flew over. He thought it was Shi Sang who threw it over. Xie Yan looked forward and looked at him, but found that Shi Sang was talking to Shen Wang secretly.

He turned his head again and looked around.

As a result, I met the eyes of my new classmate through the aisle.

The new classmate raised his notebook to him, and the five bold words were written in a black water pen on the notebook - for Liner.

Liner put down the carbon pen in his hand and reached out to take the note.

Open the note, which read two lines of beautiful handwriting.

——Class Liner, can you give me a signature?

——I transferred to No. 9 Middle School for you.

Liner: “…?”

Xie Yan, who was looking at the note, said: “…?”

Ah, what's going on?

It would be fine if the man robs his wife from him, but why does even the woman come to join in the fun?
Chapter completed!