After a whole morning of ferment, it was no longer a mistake in the classroom to not recognize her as Su Xia.
The most surprising thing was not that they did not recognize her.
It was that Su Xia was actually so beautiful!
A palm-sized fair little face, clear peach blossom eyes, calm appearance, pale lips, but it did not affect her beauty.
When she entered the class, the sound of her inhaling could be heard from the classroom.
Although it was not known who made the sound, Su Xia's sudden appearance of a gentle and beautiful face indeed had a shocking effect.
Stunning, but it was also impossible to associate the girl in front of her with the vicious girl who scared teacher Li to the point that her face turned pale yesterday.
*
No matter how others looked at her.
Xia Ling sat in her seat and took out her language book.
It was still early morning reading in the morning. After everyone entered the class and sat for a short while, teacher Li came in from outside.
She changed into a black and white suit dress, and her whole body didn't seem so fat.
After arranging the content of the early reading, teacher Li's attention inevitably fell on the girl in the last row.
That clean and beautiful face looked very strange.
In the sound of reading, teacher Li walked to Xia Ling's side.
She didn't ask Xia Ling directly. Instead, she looked at her and asked a boy next to her.
"Zhang Yun, didn't Su Xia come this morning?"
"Su Xia..." the boy put down the Book and looked at Xia Ling. He whispered to teacher Li, "Teacher, that's Su Xia."
That's Su Xia?
Teacher Li's eyes widened and he looked at the girl again.
She was wearing pure white sportswear. The short-haired girl's facial features were so exquisite that it made people jealous. Her skin was as white as porcelain, without a single flaw.
...
Could this be the gloomy and unlikable Su Xia?
Listening to teacher Li's voice, she felt her gaze.
Lifting her head, Xia Ling looked at her.
"Teacher, you were looking for me?"
Her eyes shone brightly, and there was a dim light in them. That half-smile had a casual sense of danger.
Teacher Li tried her best to remain calm as she stood up. She was a little embarrassed.
"It's okay. Memorize well!"
Picking up her stance, she left the last row and walked around the first few rows of the classroom.
From the beginning to the end, there was no mention of how Xia Ling had copied the text.
If I ask, I'm asking for nothing.
* Oh, yeah
On this side, just as teacher Li left, in front of Xia Ling, Tang Mohan seemed to have activated some switch, lying on the table.
The table seemed to have a gravitational pull on him.
However, in Tang Mohan's desk pocket, Xia Ling had caught a glimpse of a messy string of numbers.
What's the matter?
This guy, he looks like he's sleeping on his stomach, but in his head, he's thinking about it again?
Xia Ling propped up her face and stared blankly at Tang Mohan's back for a while.
Chinese class was really boring. She casually flipped through these texts and could already memorize them.
Other important points and knowledge points, with her strength, it didn't make much difference whether she listened to the lessons or not. Perhaps she could even go to the podium with the textbook and help the Chinese teacher with a lesson?
It was a full hour of self-study in the morning, and it really made one drowsy.
Too Sleepy, Xia Ling simply lay down on her stomach and directly fell asleep in the classroom.
*
She didn't know how long she had slept, but her arm was poked by the person on the left.
"Su Xia, wake up! The class teacher's here!"
Class teacher...?
She had graduated many years ago, why would the class teacher care about her?