Chapter 8 For Her

"Have you ordered it?" Sheng Xinglan was stunned for a while, and then said coldly, "Xuanhong, you'd better play less with me."

Xuanhong spread out his hands innocently, "If you don't believe it, go to the drawer and have a look. There are my books there."

Sheng Xinglan really didn't believe it. He put his hand in and really took out a book. Open the first page of the book, and the word 'Xuanhong' is written on it.

"I said I ordered it, but I still don't believe it." Xuan Hong shook his head helplessly, "It's really not the heart of the Yellow River."

Sheng Xinglan narrowed his eyes slightly, stared at Xuanhong for a while, and then walked to the other side of Shuiyi. "Classmate, can I change positions with you?"

The boy with eyes was obviously stunned. He looked at everyone's eyes and turned here. It seemed that he didn't expect that the war would extend to him.

"Yes, yes." With that, the boy quickly got up and left, casually looking for another position.

Shuiyi looked at the two of them and said, "It's boring!"

Xuanhong didn't care, just smiled, and Sheng Xinglan didn't care too much, but smiled helplessly.

As soon as the water language painting opened the door, it saw this scene. Suddenly, my heart was burning like fire.

"Sister Yuhua, you are here."

"Early, sister Yuhua."

"Good job, Sister Yuhua."

As soon as Shui Yuhua sat in his seat, the students next to her greeted her.

"Well, okay." The water language painting has a weak response.

Ding! Ring the bell!" The bell of the class rang very appropriately.

After the bell rang, a well-dressed female teacher came in.

High coiled hair, red-edged and exquisite glasses frame, exquisite small face, rosy lips, high-heeled black leather shoes, and she is wearing a water cloud-colored dress, wrapped in that hot figure, she doesn't look like a teacher.

"Good morning, everyone." A smile appeared on Chen Yun's professional face.

"Good job, beautiful teacher." Some boys also shouted loudly.

Chen Yun squeezed the corners of her mouth, "Then, let's start our weekly discussion class."

As the head teacher of Class A in the fourth grade, Chen Yun does not teach any classes. There is only one day a week, that is, to discuss with the students about the school's activities this week and the students' own plans in Monday's class meeting.

As a five-year college, if the first two years are a classroom for learning knowledge, then the last three years are like a real university. As the saying goes, do it yourself and have enough food and clothing. And Chen Yun has been very successful in this regard.

"Since next month is the 20th year of the establishment of the college, we will have a large-scale event," Chen Yun looked around, "I believe everyone knows?"

"Everyone knows this," at this time, Shuiyuhua, as the head of the first class, stood up. "Moreover, there will be a program in each class. I have discussed this with you about this, and I have made a preliminary decision."

"Well," Chen Yun nodded, "In addition, the dance party every three months will also be held on that day. The time is also five days. We are on the first day. At that time, we should arrange to find our own dance partner.

"Dance partner?"

"Ah, I'm looking for a dance partner again. They obviously like Sheng Xinglan, but they don't like me. It's so painful. A girl hugged her head and said in pain.

"People like Xuanhong, but he also belongs to him. What a pity."

"Why is everyone required to attend this evil dance? Ah!" A girl with a long dinosaur wailed.

Everyone? Hearing this, the Shuiyu painting showed a calculating expression.

"Teacher, does this dance require everyone to attend?" The water painting suddenly asked Chen Yun.

"Yes."

"However, some people have not participated several times in a row."

Chen Yun frowned, "Is there such a thing? Who is it?"

Shui Yuhua showed a slightly embarrassed expression. "Although as a monitor, it's not good to say this, I have to make some efforts for the traditional festival of the college, so," she looked at Shuiyi with a little sorry look. Unexpectedly, the other party did not look at her at all, but looked at herself. The book, suddenly her anger came up.

"It's Shuiyi."

"Water Yi?"

"Hmm?" Hearing someone call her name, Shuiyi closed her book, slowly raised her head, and then saw that everyone was looking at her, and suddenly puzzled.

"Why don't you go to the dance?" Chen Yun asked.