Cannon Fodder Role Playing Mission(Quick Wear) [MTL]

Chapter 33 The Third Small World (2)

The bell rang and class was about to start.

　　Qin Mo finally gave Xi Ye a friendly smile and returned to his seat.

　　Xi Ye looked at the textbooks of various subjects neatly arranged on the table and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

　　The first class was Chinese. The teacher was about 40 or 50 years old and had a slight accent.

　　But I heard that this teacher teaches very well, and the average Chinese language scores of the classes he has taught are always the highest in the grade.

　　Xi Ye turned his head and glanced at Ling Yi. Seeing that the other party didn't give him any face and fell asleep immediately, he began to listen to the class with his chin propped up in a slightly lazier manner.

　　"This poem was written by..."

　　Xi Ye returned to his campus days again. He found everything interesting and therefore listened to the lectures very seriously.

　　"Although he is highly praised for his poetry, when it comes to emotions..."

　　Unexpectedly, ten minutes later, the Chinese teacher was still talking about the life of the poet and how he abandoned his wife and children and divorced her to marry another woman.

　　"......"Teacher, you are off topic.

　　Xi Ye glanced around at the students in the front rows, each of whom was listening with great interest.

　　Until the bell rang, the Chinese teacher drank a sip of water with a reluctant look on his face, and concluded: "Although he is a scumbag, he is educated after all."

　　So his poems are still in the book, and you still have to memorize them.

　　"..."Xi Ye, who understood the other party's meaning perfectly, got up silently and went to the bathroom.

　　"Hey buddy!"

　　When he had finished running the water and was washing his hands, someone patted him on the shoulder from behind.

　　When he turned his head, he saw a young man with a very sunny smile grinning at him.

　　"I'll sit in front of you. My name is Xu Yaobin."

　　Xi Ye nodded at him politely: "Hello."

　　Xu Yaobin was very outgoing. Seeing that Xi Ye was not as cold as he seemed, he boldly hooked his arm around the other's shoulder.

　　"Hey, let me tell you, you may not know since you just arrived, but the guy sitting on your left is a well-known school bully in our school. Remember to stay away from him and don't mess with him unless necessary!"

　　Xi Ye turned off the faucet, with a look of surprise on his face, and repeated: "School bully?"

　　Xu Yaobin had no idea that the person in front of him knew the so-called school bully better than he did.

　　He looked around deliberately, but didn't see the familiar figure. He then lowered his voice and explained, "That's right. I saw him fighting with thugs outside the school before. He was so ferocious that I guess those thugs' ribs were broken."

Xu Yaobin recalled the scene of that day and couldn't help but touch his arm and trembled. Then he solemnly warned: "So, you must not provoke him."

　　Xi Ye smiled and thanked him: "You are such a nice person."

　　Xu Yaobin touched his head, feeling a little embarrassed for once: "No, no, I just wanted to remind you."

　　Xi Ye followed people back to the classroom, thinking secretly.