Wen Xia was nestled in the man's arms, looking at the English textbooks in her hand, suddenly sighed and said softly: "Honey, it would be great if I returned to high school. I will definitely study hard and get into a good university."

Upon hearing this, Qin Mo put the divorce case in his hand on the table, looked down at his beautiful wife's fair cheeks, "What's wrong, have you been bullied?" He said and pulled out the English textbook from her hand.

Wen Xia shook her head, "I haven't been bullied. The principal said before that whoever led the class has good grades will be rated as the best teacher."

"The class I led was the best exam this time. Today, the principal called me to go to the office. Openly and secretly said that my education was not very good and that it was not very good on the display board."

"I gave me a reward of 2,000 yuan, and the best teacher will be replaced by another teacher."

"I'm not short of money, and I'm doing my best to lead the class, why can't I become the best teacher? Is it embarrassing to go to college to undergraduate? It's obviously very inspiring." After speaking, the woman's tone revealed dissatisfaction and injustice.

She had a very poor college entrance examination score and barely entered junior college. Later, she met Qin Mo and tried to get into a junior college to undergraduate. Later, she took the teacher certificate and became a high school English teacher.

Qin Mo lowered his head and kissed her forehead, with a little coaxing, "It's because he doesn't understand, he's already very inspiring."

When he first met Wen Xia, he was so poor that his grades were so bad that he could be promoted to junior college to become a teacher. It was really inspiring.

Then he hugged her a little and said, "Why don't you stay at home and have money to eat and drink, and have a baby to play."

Both of them are in their twenties, so it's time to have children.

Wen Xia's face was covered with a hint of blush, "Husband, do you want to support me?"

"I've thought about it for a long time, but my wife has never given her a chance."

Qin Mo hugged her and stood up, walked into the bedroom.

Soon some unsuitable sounds of children.

...

"Xia Xia, the teacher is down, Xia Xia!" Someone pushed her, his voice getting more and more anxious.

"Husband, stop making trouble, I'll sleep for a while." Wen Xia replied in a daze.

The classroom was very quiet at this time, and the whole class heard this, Husband, stop making trouble, I will sleep for a while, and I burst into laughter.

Seeing that the chemistry teacher's face turned green, Liu Anan pushed Wen Xia again, "Xia Xia, Xia Xia wake up."

Chemistry teacher Xue Wenyan was so angry that she was almost furious. She called her husband when she was a teenager. It was really a disastrous.

She patted Wen Xia’s table hard, "Wen Xia, if you want to sleep, get out of here."

Wen Xia woke up in vain, her eyes turned from confusion to awakening, and finally turned into surprise, "Teacher Xue?"

It seems that I was so angry that I actually dreamed of being in high school.

Looking at the chemistry teacher's innocence expression, this dream is too real.

"Get out and stand." Xue Wenyan pointed at the door and said loudly.

Standing at the door of Class 8 classroom, Wen Xia looked at the familiar and unfamiliar school. After she realized it, she didn't feel like she was dreaming.

She immediately twisted her arm and "neared" it, it hurts so much.

Will dreams still hurt?

Then her face changed, and she returned to high school?

Or did she have a dream about the next ten years?

But Qin Mo was very clear in her mind, and she even knew how many moles he had on his body.

Her mind was chaotic until the end of get out of class, and then she was called to the office to teach her a lesson.

"Wen Xia! If you don't go to school, don't come here, don't affect the learning atmosphere in the class." Xue Wenyan didn't like her very much.

Not only her, several teachers didn't like her.

Because the current Wen Xia is really unpopular, there are dozens of people in the class when sleeping in class, reading novels.

If Wen Xia had been in the past, she might have curled her lips and said she didn't care, but this time, Wen Xia bent down slightly and apologized obediently: "Teacher Xue, I was wrong and I won't go to bed again next time."

She admitted her mistake, Xue Wenyan didn't know what to say anymore, sighed and said earnestly: "Go back to class quickly, don't do this next time, study hard. Now that I'm in the second year of high school, everything is still too late. The teacher said so much for your own good. When you are born in society, you will know that the teacher is good."

Finally, I said, "Let's read less novels, it's not nutritious."

Wen Xia remembered the words of her husband, and her eyes were a little unnatural, "Thank you for your teachings."

After returning to the classroom, Liu Anan leaned over and looked apologetic, "Xia Xia, is it okay? I called you, you didn't wake up."

"fine."

Wen Xia's seat was close to the window, and she glanced at the fallen leaves under the big tree downstairs.

It's the first semester of high school.

Someone touched her back behind her, and it was a girl's voice, "Xia Xia, is it okay?"

Wen Xia was about to say it was okay when the radio in the classroom rang.

"Students, the class bell rings, please hurry up and go back to the classroom and prepare for class..."

This class is the second class in the morning - Mathematics class

Mathematics teacher Liu Zhiwei stood on the podium and looked at Wen Xia several times. She was listening carefully throughout the whole process.

He picked up the book, walked down the podium while he was speaking, and looked at Wen Xia openly, and she was doing handwriting in a regular manner.

It's really strange.

After class, office

Liu Zhiwei took a sip of tea, moistened his throat, and said to other teachers with a smile: "Wen Xia, this kid, listened to the class honestly and took notes today, which scared me."

Xue Wenyan came back with the textbook and just heard this sentence. Wen Xia listened to it and explained, "I scolded her in the last class."

"Teacher Xue is still very good. I have said a few times before. She should go to bed or sleep. There is really nothing she can do about her." Liu Zhiwei shook his head helplessly.

...

The morning class is over and it is time to eat.

Wen Xia and two girls who play well on weekdays sat at a dining table for dinner.

While eating, Jiang Yan couldn't help but gossip: "Xia Xia, what did you dream of in class? I'm still laughing to death."

Girls of the sixteenth and seventeenth grade like gossip.

Wen Xia looked a little confused at this moment, poking the spoon all the time.

Alas, she missed Qin Mo.

If it weren't for a dream, Qin Mo should be in Jiazhong, the best high school in Jiaxian County.

She is in Jiaxian No. 2 Middle School, neither good nor bad.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Jiang Yan looked at her carefully, "Xia Xia, what's wrong with you? Why don't you talk? I feel uncomfortable? That's coming?"

Wen Xia came to her senses and shook her head, "No, I think my husband in my dream, very handsome and considerate." The last two words were pride.

Suddenly, Jiang Yan and Liu Anan laughed so hard that they even spit out their meal.

...

After eating, they lined up to wash dishes, and went to the classroom.

On the way, I met two girls coming from the opposite side, probably going to the bathroom.

"Wow, there is a handsome guy at the door of Class 8. He is so tall and so white, like a comic."

Jiang Yan's eyes lit up. She liked to look at handsome guys the most, "Whose brother is here again? Xia Xia, An An, go quickly, don't miss it."

Wen Xia liked to watch it before, but now she can’t be interested. She always feels that she is already in her 27 or 28 people.
Chapter completed!