"Professor Yan is busy, so I'll be filling in for you today."
Min Yi is an all-round academic master who ranks first in his grade. Not only does his academic score far surpass the second place, but he also has a profound artistic accomplishment.
He is even better at lecturing than the professor. He breaks down obscure theories and complex practical operations into pieces and feeds them to students in a simple and easy-to-understand manner.
The class passed quickly with pleasant narration.
When Min Yi returned to his seat, he found breakfast on the table again, and the smell made him feel embarrassed.
He looked at the girl who was taking notes seriously.
"Sorry, I'm not always this sloppy."
Su Ci raised her eyes and smiled: "It's okay."
Min Yi looked at the profile of Xin Xi, and was dazed for a moment. It was hard for him to imagine how the other party could endure the smell and attend the class seriously.
He also told Xia Chuhe not to send anything else, and that he would help her out of his concern and responsibility as a class monitor for the school, and that no reward was required.
But Xia Xue insisted on repaying the favor.
Normally, out of consideration for the girls' reputation, he would take advantage of Xia Chuhe not being in the classroom to deal with those things, but one day it happened and it affected Xinchu's desk.
Soon, Min Yi's two tutors came forward and threw away the dirty things on the table, including the table mat.
We will have physical education class later, and the tables will also need to be replaced.
Xia Chuhe watched this scene, her eyes gradually became moist and red, and she felt so wronged and uncomfortable that she wanted to cry.
Min Yi wasn’t like this before.
He told her not to give him gifts anymore, but he would accept them every time. Although she had never seen him eat them, Xia Chuhe knew that he didn't eat them because he was worried that she would be bullied by other girls.
After all, Min Yi never accepts love letters or gifts.
He would have had those love letters and gifts returned anyway, so she kindly helped him throw them away.
But one day, he just said a few words to the exchange student and threw away the things she gave him!
When Chen Sitian saw this scene, she felt very happy and couldn't help but mock Xia Chuhe.
"I told you not to send it, but you didn't listen. It's not some rare delicacy. You made the classroom stink and soiled other people's desks, and you still have the nerve to cry."
Xia Chuhe gritted her teeth and retorted: "What do you know?"
"Things are precious because they are rare. Min Yi has long been tired of delicacies from land and sea. What's wrong with tasting the smell of fireworks occasionally? If someone wasn't being pretentious, why would he throw it away?"
She was sponsored and got an F grade. She didn’t understand why exchange students were so pretentious?
Did she really have to urge Min Yi to throw away her breakfast?
Chen Sitian: "Huh? Are you being pretentious?"
How did it get to the exchange student? If anyone is being pretentious, it's Min Yi, who has a mysophobia, who's being pretentious, right?
Mingsong Public School has a rich curriculum. Compared to the city's public colleges that only focus on academic rankings, it focuses more on elite education for all-round development.
In addition to academics, art, sports, etiquette, morality, and practice are all equally important. Su Ci bought a lot of second-hand books on various subjects from the campus market.
Most of them were sold by graduated special recruits.
Books on the desk were not allowed to be larger than ten centimeters. Various textbooks almost completely occupied Su Ci's desk. Min Yi sat next to her and quietly moved the items to the side.
The girl just quietly turned the pages of the book, not paying any attention to his behavior of making room.
Xia Chuhe had been paying attention to Min Yi. Seeing this, she thought Min Yi was trying to avoid suspicion, and her face, which had been frowned all morning, finally showed a smile.
She just knew it.
As a person with such a mysophobia as Min Yi, he would definitely dislike those wrinkled and dirty old books.
But the next second, Min Yi spoke.
"Su Xue, if your textbooks can't fit in, I still have some space on my desk and in my drawers. I'll lend it to you."
Xia Chuhe's bitter smile froze at the corners of her mouth.
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