Nonhuman Observation Log (40)

But this time Yagiri gave the class teacher a big surprise.

His grades were not among the top in the class, but he was still in the middle and lower reaches. His grades in liberal arts subjects such as Chinese were a mess, but he got very high scores in subjects such as mathematics and physics.

For this reason, the math teacher specially called Yagiri to the office, and in order to encourage the transfer student to continue to make progress, he gave him gushing praises.

Yagiri listened calmly to the math teacher's praise, going in one ear and out the other, slightly absent-mindedly.

The math teacher turned over his test paper, and the pen writing was beautiful and energetic. He smiled and said, "Yagiri-san has been working very hard recently."

He is not a teacher who just attends class and doesn't care about anything. On the contrary, the math teacher often sees transfer students reading and studying hard outside class.

Yagiri responded to this sentence.

The corners of the young man's lips were slightly raised, and his smile was soft and beautiful.

"It's all Lingxi's credit," he said seriously, "Lingxi gave me a lot of help."

"Meng Lingxi is willing to help others and doesn't hide anything. This monitor is really dedicated to her duties," the math teacher praised her. As expected, Lingxi's score this time was the first in her grade. The teachers were not surprised by her ranking. After all, The girl's hard work is well-known in the class.

This office is the territory of the teachers of the two experimental classes in the second grade of high school. By coincidence, the teachers of Class A and Class B are highly overlapped. When Yagiri heard a familiar voice, his eyes slightly shifted and he saw that they had always been very active in Chinese. The teacher is criticizing the students in Class B mercilessly.

The other party seemed to be aware of Yagiri's gaze, and looked over calmly. With his handsome and outstanding appearance, he looked like a cynical noble prince.

It's Zhou Xingmu.

Yagiri and Zhou Xingmu were not familiar with each other, so they only looked at each other politely and then looked away, continuing to listen to the math teacher's earnest teachings.

But Zhou Xingmu had already heard about Yagiri.

The transfer student who was suddenly transferred a few weeks ago had a very beautiful appearance. He had only been here for ten days and had completely stolen all his limelight.

Now Yagiri was praised by the math teacher, but he was criticized by the Chinese teacher...

Zhou Xingmu snorted, inexplicably feeling like he had lost.

The office was only so big, and Zhou Xingmu could also hear the conversation between the math teacher and Yagiri. He heard that his current grades were all due to Meng Lingxi's tutoring. The boy's eyes flashed slightly, but the expression on his face was still carefree. .

Seeing him like this, it was clear that Zhou Xingmu did not listen to her teachings. The Chinese teacher waved his hand tiredly and sighed.

"It's just this once, and it won't be the same next time. If the Chinese composition is empty next time, I won't be so easy to talk to."

She had the score sheets of Class A and Class A in her hand, pointing to the score sheet of Class A, "Look, your scores were not much different from Meng Lingxi's before, but now they have dumped you several blocks away."

The scores of outstanding students are very tight, but Lingxi performed very well this time. Not only did she beat the second place by more than ten points, but she also opened a huge gap with Zhou Xingmu, a person who does not write Chinese compositions.

Hearing this, Zhou Xingmu put away his unruly aura and said, "I understand, teacher."

The Chinese teacher didn't know if he really regretted it, so he had no choice but to let him leave.

"Classmate Zhou Xingmu." Lingxi held the materials and came out of the homeroom teacher's office at the end of the corridor. When she saw Zhou Xingmu coming out of the teacher's office, she nodded to him calmly.

She originally wanted to walk directly back to the classroom, but was stopped by Zhou Xingmu.

The boy was talking and laughing, but his tone of voice could not be heard as serious.

"Monitor, I heard that you are tutoring transfer students recently?"

He licked his lips and smiled casually.

"Do you mind taking one with me?"