"Liu Cheng Xi, come here a moment."
During the evening self-study period, the Chinese teacher stood at the door of Class One, smiling and waving inside.
Shen Yating looked up curiously, only to see Liu Cheng Xi rise from his seat and head out of the classroom.
Why would the Chinese teacher be looking for Cheng Xi?
He wasn't the representative for Chinese class.
It seemed that had never happened before.
Cheng Xi was a bit puzzled too, so when he reached the female teacher, he asked curiously, "Is it something that can be said here?"
"Of course, do you think I'm going to whisper secrets to you?"
The Chinese teacher was amused, then returned to the main topic, "I don't know if it's just my impression, but the last two essays you wrote felt a bit different, didn't they?"
"Yes, they were different," Cheng Xi nodded in acknowledgment.
