Whispering To You

The first lesson was English, and Cheng Yin fell asleep again.

    The teacher was talking about grammar on the blackboard, which was the most painful part of her headache.

    The English teacher saw Cheng Yin sleeping on her desk, so she slowly walked over to Chen Yan and knocked on his desk.

Chen Yan looked up and looked at the English teacher with confusion.

The English teacher pointed at Cheng Yin with her chin.

Chen Yan looked at the sleeping Cheng Yin, and then at the English teacher.

Then, naturally, took off his jacket and covered Cheng Yin.

    English teacher: “……”

I signaled you to warn Cheng Yin not to sleep. Who asked you to cover her up?

Finally, the teacher had to pat Cheng Yin awake.

    Chen Yan propped up his head. His eyes were full of laughter.

    “Cheng Yin, you read the first paragraph of the following short essay.”

Cheng Yin seemed to be unawake and did not notice that she was covered with Chen Yan’s jacket.

    She rubbed her eyes while standing up. Her clothes fell to the ground, and she didn’t notice.

    Chen Yan bent down to pick up his school uniform when a crisp sound suddenly rang out above his head.

Clean, smooth, even more authentic than the English teacher’s reading, even with a little taste of Queen’s English.

  Chen Yan could not believe that this was Cheng Yin’s f*cking voice, although he raised his head and watched Cheng Yin read word by word.

Actually, Cheng Yin’s English is great, but not to the extent that the exam is good.

Her parents are fluent in English, and Cheng Sheng has a standard British accent, so Cheng Yin’s spoken English is better than most high school students.

But she differs from ordinary students. She can brush up to do a hundred and thirty English questions, but can not use English effectively, and occasionally have a little Chinese English. Cheng Yin can’t understand grammar and can’t figure out what inverted sentences are subject-verb-object, but she can communicate with foreigners fluently in daily life, and can understand British and American dramas.

The English teacher is also aware of this, so when she needs to read the text aloud, she always gets Cheng Yin up to read. This is not only for the comfort of listening but also for hoping that the students can learn her accent.
When Cheng Yin read the text, the English teacher walked around the students with the book, nodding from time to time and mumbling Cheng Yin’s pronunciation.

When Cheng Yin finished reading the first paragraph, she gave a “hmm” and said, “Sit down.”

    Then she looked to her side and pointed to Xiao Siran.

“Xiao Siran, you read the second paragraph.”

    Xiao Siran stood up with the book in her hand and coughed twice before she read.

Just after reading two sentences, she stumbled a little and stalled when she reached the word “alphabetical”.

    The English teacher read it to her once, and then asked her to continue reading.

Soon after the second paragraph was finished, Xiao Siran sat down with a red face and looked down at her book, not daring to look at others.
Actually, no one was looking at her either.

This is normal for high school students, and her English is actually quite fluent, but it’s the kind of fluency that’s standard.

The English teacher asked a few more people to continue reading the text, and the remaining ten minutes passed in a flash.

    After class, the classroom was full of people pouring water, handing in homework, and playing around.

Xiao Siran is still immersed in the self-humiliation of the accent comparison, secretly turning back to see if Cheng Yin is being smug.

When her eyes reached the back, she saw that Cheng Yin’s head was covered with Nie Nan’s school uniform and her hands were flapping like a moth.
 Chen Yan watched from the sidelines and chuckled.
     Xiao Siran silently turned back.
 Cheng Yin and Nie Nan played for a while. The bell rang, and the classroom was quiet again.

    The teacher has not yet come. There are a few students walking down the aisle.

    Suddenly, Nie Nan sneezed, shaking the entire ceiling of the classroom.

    “Crap!” Nie Nan wiped his nose and said, “What smell is this?”

    Just at that moment, Xiao Siran walked past them.

Hearing Nie Nan’s voice, she quickened her steps and walked towards the lockers in the back row with her head buried.
Actually, she had not been sleeping well in the past few days.

Although Zhang Yuehai has given her face and did not tell others about the chocolate, but Xiao Siran knew her thoughts were exposed in front of Chen Yan, and were crushed to pieces.

Now she doesn’t have any teenage thoughts. As long as there is Chen Yan in the place, she would like to find a hole in the ground to bury herself.

Xiao Siran took something in the locker and left with another burst of fragrance.

Cheng Yin whispered: “Joe Malone Freesia.”

    Nie Nan: “What?”

    Xie Ying took a book and slapped his head, “Perfume, understand?”
After saying that she stared at Xiao Siran’s back, snorted: “It’s not a catwalk. Why do you still need to carry perfume? Shooting promotional videos and going to the sky?”

    “I also have a bottle.” Cheng Yin said, “but I have not used it.”

    That was her birthday last year, a cousin gave her. But she was a high school student, wearing school uniforms all day long. She didn’t have the heart to spray perfume.

    Hearing them talk about perfume, Chen Yan subconsciously sniffed.

    The morning the creamy scent dissipated, only a faint fragrance remains.

    Chen Yan suddenly asked: “What perfume do you use?”

Cheng Yin: “Shufujia Mama Relief Soap.”
  Chen Yan: “……”

The second class was Zhang Yuehai’s language class, and today he did not talk about the questions, but did a topic of argumentative essay, and the time passed by in a flash.

    At the end of class, he picked up his book while saying, “Cheng Yin, come with me to the office.”

Cheng Yin observed Zhang Yuehai’s expression. Nothing special. It seems that it is not an invitation to have tea, and only then walked over with peace of mind.

Walking to the door, Xiao Siran is also going out with a thermos cup.

Zhang Yuehai saw her, casually complimented: “You look good without glasses.”

Xiao Siran pursed her lips and smiled. Her eyes glanced at Cheng Yin beside Zhang Yuehai, her expression darkened again.
Zhang Yuehai took Cheng Yin to the office, let her sit down. He turned around and went to the water dispenser to pour water.

He brewed some chrysanthemum, then leisurely came over and said, “Tomorrow morning after recess, you go to the publicity office and find teacher Wang Aijuan.”

    “Ah?” Cheng Yin asked, “What’s wrong?”

At this time, the class member came in and put a pile of money on Zhang Yuehai’s desk.

    “Teacher, the materials fee has been collected.”

Zhang Yuehai nodded, put the money aside, and said to Cheng Yin: “It’s the school’s promotional video, you need to shoot it, it won’t take long, just do as teacher Wang said.”

    Cheng Yin: “?”
She pointed at herself, “Me?”

    “It’s you.” Zhang Yuehai picked up the materials fee and counted it, saying carelessly, “Remember to wear the new school uniform tomorrow.”

    “Is it a mistake?” Cheng Yin asked, “It was Xiao Siran who came first in that voting, right?”

Zhang Yuehai’s finger stopped. “What vote?”

    Cheng Yin told Zhang Yuehai the story. He was not very clear, so he said, “I’ll make a phone call and ask.”

    Zhang Yuehai took the phone and went to the corridor, and came back a few minutes later.
He smiled and sat down. Helplessly and amused, he said, “I asked Mr. Wang. They did not do any voting in the publicity office, and you didn’t even check it out. The voting you said was not done by our school’s public number. Mr. Wang looked at it, not knowing which media made it. You do not need to care about it.”

Cheng Yin heard and understand roughly, her brain was exploded with surprise.

“So, that means I’m going to film?”

    “It’s you.” Zhang Yuehai said, “From the beginning, when we prepared a promotional film, we decided on you. I was afraid you would be impatient, so I told you at the last moment.”

Zhang Yuehai waved his hand. “Go, sleep early tonight, tomorrow go to Mr. Wang. Don’t put on some makeup or something inappropriate.”
Cheng Yin felt that her face now was like a villain.
But it can’t be helped. She can’t help but be a little happy.

But it’s not good to show it obviously.

After all, she was impressed with Xiao Siran at last week’s art festival.

    Cheng Yin jogged back to the classroom, and just after entering through the front door, there were several people staring at her.

    A girl in the front row asked, “Cheng Yin, is it true? I heard it was you?”

    Cheng Yin said nothing and went straight to her seat.

Before she sat down, Xie Ying burst into laughter. “Did teacher Zhang tell you? It’s you?”
Cheng Yin was a little embarrassed and looked at Xiao Siran’s back in the front row.

    Her back was straight, and she was sitting upright reading a book.

    Cheng Yin whispered, “How did you all know?”

    “He Shanshan said so.” Nie Nan said, “She went to the office and heard it, and now the entire class knows about it.”

However, He Shanshan only heard the first half of the story and did not know the details, so now everyone in the class knows that – they don’t know what’s going on, but Cheng Yin is going to shoot the video, and Xiao Siran, who was the most voted, lost.

As a result, now everyone looks at Xiao Siran somewhat differently.

Naturally, there are people who are not convinced, thinking that she won the vote. How come Cheng Yin is the one who is chosen?
But because a few days ago Xiao Siran ratted out Cheng Yin and Chen Yan, now more people in the class are in a jovial mood.

She already used contact lenses, changed her hairstyle and even wear perfume. Her face was written with the words “100 years of school video female lead”, but in the end, the plan was completely useless.

Chen Yan listened to Xie Ying for a while, before he realized what was going on.

    It turns out that the vote was lost.

    He said nothing, took out his phone and sent a message to Ji Huaijin.

“Can’t even handle a group of high school students, loser.”

Ji Huaijin, who received the message, almost called over to scold someone.

    “You really are a dog.”