The Heroine Is Always Acting

Chapter 8

Yang Mianhua became even more nervous when she heard this, but when she sat down, she realized that she was not as nervous as she had imagined.

"Tell me, why are you late for the morning class today?" "Did something happen at home?" Teacher Mu's tone was indifferent. His magnetic voice sounded very comfortable.

Yang Mianhua pulled off his fingers and lowered his head slightly, explaining in embarrassment," Nothing much. It's just that I got up late."

Yang Mianhua's voice was a little low, but fortunately the two of them were close, so Teacher Mu heard it. Mu Liqi was a little speechless. This child was sincere. He didn't even know whether to praise or scold him.

So, Mu Liqi could only ask without a word," Is there something wrong with your body?"

"No, it's just late." Yang Mianhua shook his head.

Alright, Mu Liqi could only act like a teacher in charge when she saw this. She nagged," Then you have to watch the time next time. Don't get up too late. After all, you' re in your third year. If you're not in your senior year, you ca n' t drop the hook at a critical moment ……"

Yang Mianhua felt a little ashamed when he heard the teacher in charge. Yesterday, he swore that he would study hard and take a good exam. However, the moment he stayed up late, it broke. She secretly swore to herself that she would never stay up late next time. She would never stay up late.

Mu Liqi was a little thirsty. She picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip of tea. When she saw Yang Mianhua lowering her head, she thought that what she said might be a little heavy. The little girl a little self-abased because of her face. If she couldn't think of what she said, it would be over. So, Mu Liqi immediately changed the topic.

"Cotton, don't hate Muslims for what happened today. Muslims are n' t good-natured, and they love to provoke people. If he says anything to you, don't take it seriously." Mu Liqi thought of his son's unrestrained manner, he might have bullied the little girl, so he gave a precautionary injection.

Yang Mianhua hearing the name of a Muslim, she looked up and asked," Who is a Muslim?"

Mu Liqi didn't expect that Yang Mianhua did n' t even know his son's name, so he coughed." It's the guy who came to our class this morning."

"Oh, no." Yang Mianhua thought that boy was a little annoying, but he wouldn't hate him. Compared to these people, she was still a college student. She was too old to argue with children.

When the class teacher heard Yang Mianhua promise, he immediately felt relieved. He was afraid that his son would do something to hurt this girl's heart.

"Alright, it's fine. You can go back to the classroom and have a class."

"Yes," Yang Mianhua replied, but he was stopped after two steps.

"Wait, cotton, what did you think about the matter I told you earlier?" Mu Liqi suddenly remembered this.

"Yes, I'll move over in a few days."

"Alright, then go back to class." Mu Liqi waved his hand.

As soon as Yang Mianhua left the office, she patted her small chest and let out a breath. Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, it wasn't easy.

Yang Mianhua turned around and ran away. When she ran to the classroom, the bell rang.

It was a political lesson and also a test paper. As soon as he reached the third year, the examination papers suddenly became much larger. Yang Mianhua felt that he really needed to consider staying at the school. It was a bit troublesome for him to run sides of the school home.

On the platform, the teacher was speaking on a question and a small note from the same table was stuffed over." Did the teacher criticize you?"

"No." "But what does the teacher in charge have to do with Muslims?"

"You don't know?" "Muslims are the sons of our class teacher."

###Chapter10

The more Mu Si thought about it in class, the more he felt unhappy. He chased after an ugly freak for a long time in the morning. Although he finally gave his father a report, he still felt that his father's gentle personality could not say anything serious to Yang Mianhua.

He was unwilling. This was the first time a Muslim had felt a little passive. Moreover, what was her name Yang Mianhua? Her personality was not soft at all. She should be called Little Pepper.

Sigh, the Muslims let out a long sigh.

"What's wrong, Si Lin?" A good friend Li Ming worried when he saw that he was a little restless. After all, this class was Muslim's favorite math class, and he was actually distracted. One had to know that in the high school science class, good math students occupied the highest position. Coincidentally, Muslims were a math boss, and they were the math class representatives of the 38th class.

"Nothing. I just thought of a woman." The Muslim gritted his teeth.

"Women?" "What? Did you miss spring?" Li Ming smiled wickedly and touched the Muslim with his arm.

"Ha!" The Muslim laughed mockingly." Don't joke. Even if all the women in the world are dead, I wo n' t like that ugly monster."

"Ugly?" "Who is it?" Li Ming was curious as to who the ugly monster the Muslims were talking about.

"Learn your lessons. You'll know in the future." The Muslim didn't answer Li Ming. His eyes narrowed and he snorted in his heart. Just wait and see. Yang Mianhua, this matter is n' t over today.

As soon as the second class was over, everyone ran to the playground. Ever since the Education Bureau came down, Gao San had to improve his health even if he couldn't just study. Therefore, the school took out half an hour every day to run after the second class.

When the Muslim was checking the number of students in the class with the small book, he saw the senior director running with him. Therefore, the Muslim rolled his eyes and began to plan.

"Morning, Director Wei" The Muslim came to greet Director Wei.

"Yes," Director Wei saw the Muslim nod." It's your turn again today?"

"Yeah, and I met a weirdo this morning." The Muslims deliberately kept Director Wei to himself.

"Why is it weird?" Director Wei became interested.

"I met a female student who was late for early classes. Not only did she not sign her name, she even ran away. It took Boss a lot of effort to catch her. In the end, she also ran away."

"Oh?" What class was it called? This sort of thing should be severely punished. "You're still skipping early classes after your senior year!" Director Wei was really angry.

The Muslim immediately poured all the information he knew into the senior director. For some reason, as long as the Muslims met Yang Mianhua, they would become very petty and fussy. Originally, he had always disdained to do such a thing, but now he was going to make things difficult for Yang Mianhua.

Soon, Yang Mianhua was criticized. Every class posted a list of criticism. The first one on the list was Yang Mianhua.

When Yang Mianhua returned from the toilet, he saw the notification form in his class. She felt that the Muslim was really childish. Didn't she just ignore him and not listen to his name? Was he going to retaliate against him again and again?

Originally, she didn't want to escape, but when she thought of her former sweetheart being in front of her and telling the truth, that young man was exactly the same as her sweetheart from her previous life. That was why she ran away when her brain got hot. After that, she ran to the teaching building and thought that she had lost all face anyway, so she did n' t continue to sign her name. Who would have thought that stingy guy would actually make everyone know about her story.

Even the friends in the next class met and asked," Is this true?"

The second question was," What did you think? How did you escape?"

Yang Mianhua had a headache. What else could he possibly think of? His head was short-circuited. Hai, that young man in the morning must have known his name. Originally, he had planned to meet him when his face was fine. Now that he was fine, how could he even get to know him?

Yang Mianhua was a little dejected and felt a little wronged. He was famous for his life, but he had never done such a thing in his previous life. She was a little tired as she laid down on the table, her entire body feeling very uncomfortable.

"Too much!" The moment Li Siqi returned to his seat, he slammed the table.

Yang Mianhua raised his head and looked at her, then leaned back again. His listless expression made Li Siqi feel a little distressed.

"Cotton, don't worry. I' ll go find a Muslim to get justice for you and ask him to apologize to you. What he did was too much. How could he bring this matter to the senior director!" Li Siqi gasped angrily.

Yang Mianhua grabbed Li Siqi arm and asked her to sit down." Forget it, I'm fine. I' m not sad because of this."

"Then why are you so upset?" Li Siqi asked. "He looks like he's sick."

"Because of my secret love." Yang Mianhua turned around, leaned against Li Siqi ear and whispered.

"What did you say?" Li Siqi was very surprised. His voice was several decibels higher.

"Little ancestor, keep your voice down. Do you want the world to know?" Yang Mianhua pinched Li Siqi arm.

"Okay, okay, okay." Li Siqi nodded, then reached Yang Mianhua ear and asked quietly," Who is it?" "Which class?"

"I don't know." Yang Mianhua sighed and continued to say cautiously," Although I don't know his name or class, I know that my heart is beating for." As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Mianhua placed an exaggerated POSE on his chest.

"Alright, Literature and Art Yang. "Don't be sour." Li Siqi pushed her." I thought you had been beaten down by the notification and caused me to worry for nothing."

Yang Mianhua rolled her eyes." Am I the kind of person who wants to die and live because of such a small matter?"

"Okay, okay, okay, you're not, I' m." Li Siqi said unhappily. "But I suddenly remembered, didn't you advise me not to have a relationship in high school?"

Yang Mianhua instantly turned around, opened the textbook, and pretended to be studying.

Li Siqi chuckled and leaned into Yang Mianhua ear." Little girl, is Si Chun?"

"Don't make a fuss." Yang Mianhua pushed the Li Siqi away with his hand and said seriously," When love came, it could n' t be stopped. I thought I would never meet him, but now God has given me a chance, so I want to seize it."

Li Siqi looked at her serious expression and lost in thought.

No one knew that Yang Mianhua didn't fall in love at first sight. She once regretted that she did n' t confess to someone she loved secretly in junior high school and that she never contacted them again after they moved to the United States. Now that the heavens had sent the object of their secret love to her again, how could she not be grateful? So, this time, she wanted to seize this opportunity.

###Chapter11

After Yang Mianhua returned home, she opened the fridge and took out a bottle of Coke. She opened the bottle cap and when she was halfway there, she suddenly remembered that she had a classmate who had never twisted the bottle cap herself.

That girl looked weak and weak. She was sick all year round. Perhaps she had been spoiled by someone else. Anyway, every time she drank a drink, she would ask someone to screw the bottle cap. It was strange to say that no one had ever rejected her. It was as if everyone had subconsciously ignored something.