My rebirth started when my wife chased me

Chapter 11 You can't hide the eyes of a man
Everyone looked at Chen Juan and Su Qian who pushed the door open.

Especially that group of boys, Chen Juan's sharp eyes made Chen Juan glow. After all, the eyes of a person who wants to kill himself cannot be hidden.

When passing by Hou Jun's seat, Hou Jun whispered something.

"Awesome, brother."

Chen Juan stopped, looked at his brother exuding admiration, and said seriously, "I really have nothing to do with her."

Hou Jun gave Chen Juan a look: I understand, I understand everything.

You know shit.

Chen Juan rolled his eyes and returned to his seat helplessly.

Soon, Zhang Wenzhong, the old class, walked in, and first walked around the classroom to see what the students were doing.

When he walked to Chen Juan's seat, he patted Chen Juan's shoulder lightly, signaling Chen Juan to go out and wait for him.

Chen Juan nodded and walked out of the classroom.

After a while, Zhang Wenzhong also walked out of the classroom, dragged Chen Juan to the stairs, and teased, "I asked you to help me watch Su Qian's normal state, why are you still getting used to it?"

"Ah?" Chen Juan didn't expect Zhang Wenzhong's first sentence to be this: "I really have nothing to do with Su Qian."

"Haha, just kidding." Zhang Wenzhong laughed, "How is Su Qian doing recently?"

Chen Juan said honestly: "I think it's pretty good, I'm happy every day."

"Yeah." Zhang Wenzhong nodded: "It's a pity, I have to observe for a while, and you have to help the teacher pay more attention during this time."

Chen Juan nodded.

After Zhang Wenzhong chatted with Chen Juan about the results of the midterm exam, Chen Juan returned to the classroom.

"Dinglingling~" Early self-study is over.

Hou Jun immediately walked over from the front row, winked and patted Chen Juan's shoulder: "Old Chen, I didn't see it, you want a treat at noon."

"Gun" Chen Juan said helplessly.

Hou Jun curled his lips, glanced at Su Qian next to him, and smiled: "Sister-in-law, then I'll go first."

"You... What nonsense are you talking about?" Su Qian pretended to be angry, but she was flattered in her heart, and said more if she could speak.

The matter of Chen Juan and Su Qian's early love can be regarded as a small episode of early self-study. Many people still don't believe it, after all, the time they have known each other is still too short.

It's just that being able to have an affair with the most beautiful girl in the school also makes other boys in the class drool with envy.

The first class is Chinese.

It has been two days since the end of the midterm exam, and the results of other subjects have been announced, but Chinese is the slowest one.

So when Chinese teacher Xie Lan walked up to the podium holding a stack of papers, everyone was excited.

"The Chinese paper has been judged. The highest score is 121. The get out of class representative will hand out the paper." The Chinese teacher is a female teacher who is not tall and wears black-rimmed glasses.

"As usual, let's talk about the composition of the midterm exam first."

"The composition part this time is my topic, a half-proposition composition, a love letter to so-and-so..."

"When I judged the papers, I saw several well-written compositions. In this class, let's analyze the composition of these students first, and everyone should study."

"The first is Zhang Mingyu's, "A Love Letter to the World". Zhang Mingyu, can you share it?" Xie Lan held a paper and looked towards a certain place in the class.

"Teacher, yes." Zhang Mingyu said.

"Are you reading it or am I reading it?"

"Teacher, let's read."

Xie Lan nodded. Every time at this time, she would ask the owner of each composition if they could share it. After all, some people might not be willing to publish their writing.

"A love letter to the world."

"The ordinary world always has extraordinary poetry. This is my love letter to the world."

"..."

Xie Lan's voice is very penetrating, and her articulation is very clear. Many students think that listening to her read aloud is really a kind of enjoyment, so many students will always let Xie Lan read aloud when they are asked who reads the composition.

"...This is the most touching love letter I have written to the world."

Following Xie Lan's last words, the whole class applauded unanimously.

"Actually, the freedom of composition is very high this time. I have also seen all kinds of love letters from my classmates, including those written to parents, to the future, to the past, etc. I think that this composition by Mingyu The entry point is also very good...”

Xie Lan propped her hands on the podium, and began to analyze to the class why this composition got a relatively high score.

"Okay, let's read the next composition, Zhuang Rui's composition, "A Love Letter to Myself", Zhuang Rui, can you share it?"

……

Listening to Xie Lan's reading aloud, Chen Juan sighed in his heart. His favorite subject in high school was Chinese, and the big reason was that listening to Xie Lan's class was very relaxing and enjoyable.

Especially in the composition class after the exam, he never slipped away at that time.

"The following composition is a special one. The whole class, no, this is the only one in the whole grade that is written for my future lover." After explaining Zhuang Rui's composition, Xie Lan took another composition from a stack of papers Get one.

"The writing style of this composition is not gorgeous, but very simple. Although it is written for someone who does not exist, the words reveal the true feelings everywhere."

"I don't know if there is a chance for everyone to learn this composition. Before that, I really want to say to everyone in the class that the quality of an article never lies in whether the writing is gorgeous or not, but in its core, that is, emotion."

Xie Lan said: "The title of this composition is called "A Love Letter to Mr. Chen"."

Xie Lan looked over the rows of tables and chairs, and finally settled on the last row.

"Student Su Qian, can you share this composition with us?"

"Wow!" The whole class burst out in an instant, and everyone's eyes turned to Chen Juan and Su Qian.

There was a puppy love thing in the morning, and the old class said it was a misunderstanding, but it was exposed in the first class.

Mr. Chen, isn't this just Chen Juan?

In an instant, Chen Juan once again felt the cold eyes of the boys in the class. Sure enough, the eyes of someone who wanted to be alone would not appear or disappear out of thin air.

Feeling the chill, Chen Juan raised his eyebrows, turned his head and glanced at Su Qian.

what's the situation?
Xie Lan didn't understand why the whole class reacted like this, but she didn't want to know either.

At this moment, Su Qian stood up and said, "Teacher, it's fine, but I want to read by myself."

Xie Lan smiled: "Of course."

Su Qian left her seat, took her paper under the gaze of the whole class, took a deep breath, and spoke slowly.

""Love Letter to Mr. Chen""

"Mr. Chen is not a real person." Su Qian said.

Chen Juan:? ? ?

"To be precise, he is a person in my dream." Su Qian continued to read.

　Everyone insist on reading, don't raise it! ! !

　　
　
(End of this chapter)