Xu Mohan took a plane on Monday morning to return to Bincheng. He didn't care about anything when he returned to Bincheng, so he went directly to No. 8 Middle School to check on people. Of course, he would appear. Yue Pingjun's information was naturally indispensable. Yue Pingjun had reported the things that happened to Huang Xin in the past half month. The male teacher of the visiting delegation did not pose much threat to Xu Mohan, but the stack of blind date photos on Huang's mother's hand was a piercing in his heart. ∏∈,

When Yue Pingjun made the memorial, he naturally reposted the words that Ling Xiaoxiao said. Xu Mohan was silent after hearing this. However, he did not dare to ask Huang Xin to like him very much. As long as she was willing to keep appearing by her side, care about her, take care of her, and be the person who could make her feel happy, he would be very satisfied.

Ling Xiaoxiao saw Xu Mohan from a distance and did not go forward to say hello because there was no need. The other party was a mature adult, and understood what she was doing and what she wanted most. She didn't need to intervene more, just push her forward in time. After all, in her opinion, no one can be more suitable for Huang Xin and more happy than Xu Mohan.

When we walked into the activities of No. 8 Middle School, the teachers and students were held separately. Each of the teachers in the visiting group would enter the class to teach students every day. Of course, the content of the class was determined by the teachers themselves. Due to language issues, Huang Guoqiang and others arranged for these teachers to teach at the age of better English at the age of high school, who was of higher English.

The students of the visiting group entered the class according to the ten groups they had divided during the reception before. Receptionists such as Ling Xiaoxiao and Park Mi-hye need to accompany them to the class every afternoon and evening.

The classes assigned by each group are different. Some enter junior high school, some enter high school, and they enter different classes every day. Ling Xiaoxiao and the others are assigned to Class 3 and 6 to attend classes on the first day, and the time is one afternoon and an evening self-study. ()

The third year of junior high school is the most intense learning stage before the high school entrance examination. In a few days, it will be the last provincial unified examination. Therefore, seven of them entered the third and sixth class of junior high school. Although the students welcomed them, compared with the future, these students still chose to study by themselves. So the visiting group accompanied these students in the class, lasting an afternoon of self-study class and an evening self-study.

Ling Xiaoxiao and Park Mi-hye were very satisfied with this arrangement. They both had a lot of homework these days, and they could take advantage of this day to make up for it. Although Kim Shin-ai and the others were not used to this quiet self-study method, they all understood the priorities and priorities, and it was very worry-free to find relevant books to read.

On Tuesday, Ling Xiaoxiao's good days ended. Because this time they were assigned to Class 18, Park Mi-hye's home court, of course, Cheng Yuwei's home court...

As soon as Ling Xiaoxiao accompanied Jin Shenai and the others into the classroom door of Class 8, she felt Cheng Yuwei's gaze falling on her, cold, with a little hatred and jealousy.

Although the courses in the senior year group are also progressing during this period, they are cooperating with the school’s art festival. The progress is not too fast, and there are not many homework assigned every day. The students have a lot of spare time. As soon as Kim Shen Ai and the others enter the class, they burst into warm applause, and then the atmosphere begins to boil. ()

The female classmate who likes Oppa in the class kept holding Choi Dong-gun and Kim Jong-hyun's hands and asking questions. Park Mi-hye was with her side and desperately doing translation. She felt that one mouth was not enough.

Ling Xiaoxiao is not having a good time here. There are more boys in Class 8, and exquisite little girls like Kim Shin Ai and Zhang Meiyan are almost impossible to see on campus on weekdays. This makes the young boys who have just begun to secrete Ermon in Class 8 have a good impression of each other.

The boys surrounded Kim Shin Ai and the others, constantly asking about their well-being in English, but Kim Shin Ai and their English was still a little worse after all, and most of them couldn't understand it. Ling Xiaoxiao could only write down the conversation with a small note like on the first day and show it to them.

This made a class together and spent a noisy class. Ling Xiaoxiao and Park Mi-hye were so tired that Nie Wan and Yao Manni sympathized with them and poured them a glass of white water each.

"Xiaoxiao, you can't do this. Look at the students in our class so enthusiastic. Do you think of a way to organize an event or sit together and chat and talk? It's not a way to keep going like this." Nie Wan took the water cup from Ling Xiaoxiao's hand and poured her another cup.

Ling Xiaoxiao also knew that it was not suitable for this, but she had some suitable ideas, so she turned her attention to Park Mi-hye. Park Mi-hye was quarreled by the chattering girls in the class in this class, and she was rubbing her temples.

"Or the next two classes, let's have a symposium or artistic performance, find a suitable topic, and everyone takes turns to rumor. If you want to listen to the other party sing or watch the other party dance, please come up with it to see if they are willing." Park Mi-hye thought that there was no suitable solution for a long time, so she could only bring out the symposium a few days ago.

"This is not bad, but there are still problems with everyone's communication. I will still have to work hard for you at that time." Ling Xiaoxiao had no objection to this form, but she still apologized for not being able to help.

Park Mi-hye shook her head indifferently: "If it is a symposium, everyone has questions and answers, and I will be much more relaxed in translation. It is always better than now. However, I still have to organize it when the time comes, and you are the organizer and I will do the translator."

Ling Xiaoxiao had no objection: "Okay, then that's the case. Go and ask Shen Ai and their opinions. If they don't have any objection, just do the next two classes."

Although Kim Shin Ai and the others like the feeling of the stars surround the moon, they still don’t like this kind of ungood chaos experience. After hearing Park Mi Hye’s opinion, they nodded in a hurry. Everyone likes order and does not like chaos.

The bell for the third class rang, and Ling Xiaoxiao followed Park Mi-hye to the podium. Ling Xiaoxiao, as the organizer, said directly without refusal: "Students, in the next two classes, Mi-hye and I suggested that you communicate with several students from the visiting group in the form of a symposium. Students can ask questions in turn to ask the students from the visiting group, and the students from the visiting group will answer everyone's doubts. Park Mi-hye will serve as a translator to help everyone communicate."

This method sounds good, and it sounds much better than the chaotic scene before. The students in the audience nodded in agreement, but if someone agrees, there will definitely be people who disagree, such as Cheng Yuwei, who has always disliked Ling Xiaoxiao.

"Why should we accept your opinions? The students from the visiting group come to the class to experience the life of the senior year. What can you do with such a symposium? Don't come up with such an unreliable idea just to save yourself." (To be continued.)

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Xiao Kunzi has been full of negative energy in recent days and always feels that he is too interested in gains and losses. After listening to the above, he has reflected on himself several times. The ancients often said that it is still necessary to examine himself three times a day.

On the last day of 2o15, Xiao Kunzi can no longer transmit negative energy to everyone. Xiao Kunzi continues to reflect on it, hoping that everyone can have a happy ending in the year, and then another brand new and expectant 2o16.

Live in the present, grasp every day, and believe that there is still a bright sun above the haze, and encourage each other!
Chapter completed!