Hearing this, Qin Mo put the divorce case in his hand on the table, lowered his head to look at his wife's fair cheek, "What's wrong, were you bullied?" Then he took the English textbook from her hand.

Wen Xia shook her head. "I wasn't bullied. The principal said that whoever taught a class with good grades would be named the best teacher."

"The class I taught did the best in the exam this time. Today, the principal called me to his office and said in both explicit and implicit ways that my academic qualifications were not good enough and would not look good on the display board."

"I was given a 2,000 yuan reward, and the best teacher was replaced by another one."

"I have plenty of money, and I do my best in teaching. Why can't I be the best teacher? Is it shameful to upgrade from a junior college to a university? It's obviously very inspiring." When she said the latter part, the woman's tone revealed dissatisfaction and injustice.

Her college entrance examination results were very poor, and she barely got into a junior college. Later, when she met Qin Mo, she worked hard to upgrade from a junior college to a university. Later, she obtained a teacher's certificate and became a high school English teacher.

Qin Mo lowered his head and kissed her forehead, saying in a coaxing tone, "He doesn't understand. This is inspiring."

When he first met Wen Xia, well, his grades were terrible. It was really inspiring that he was able to get promoted to a university and become a teacher.

Then he hugged her closer and said, "Why don't you stay at home and have fun, use the money to eat and drink, and have a baby to have fun with."

They are both in their twenties and it's time to have children.

Wen Xia's face flushed, "Husband, do you want to support me?"

"I've been thinking about it for a long time, but my wife never gave me a chance."

Qin Mo held her up and walked into the bedroom.

Soon some sounds that were not suitable for children were heard.

…

"Xia Xia, the teacher is coming down, Xia Xia!" Someone pushed her, and the voice became more and more anxious.

"Honey, stop making trouble. I want to sleep a little longer." Wen Xia replied in a daze.

The classroom was very quiet at this time. The whole class heard these words, "Husband, stop making trouble, I want to sleep for a while," and immediately burst into laughter.

Seeing that the chemistry teacher's face turned green, Liu Anan pushed Wen Xia again, "Xia Xia, Xia Xia wake up."

Chemistry teacher Xue Wenyan was so angry that she was about to explode. It was really disgraceful for a teenager to call her husband.

She slapped Wen Xia's desk hard, "Wen Xia, get out if you want to sleep."

Wen Xia suddenly woke up, her eyes went from blurry to clear, and finally to astonishment, "Teacher Xue?"

It seems that he was so angry that he went crazy and even dreamed about high school.

Looking at the chemistry teacher's gloomy expression, this dream seemed too real.

"Get out and stand there." Xue Wenyan pointed at the door and spoke sternly.

Standing at the door of Class 8, Wen Xia looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar school. She realized belatedly that this didn't seem like a dream.

She immediately twisted her arm and let out a hiss, it hurt so much.

Can dreams still hurt?

Then his expression changed. She returned to high school?

Or was she having a dream about the next ten years? But Qin Mo was very clear in her mind, and she even knew how many moles he had.

Her mind was in a state of confusion until the end of get out of class, and then Xue Wenyan called her to her office to give her a lesson.

"Wen Xia! If you don't study at school, you might as well not come and affect the learning atmosphere in the class." Xue Wenyan disliked her very much.

Not only her, several teachers disliked her.

Because Wen Xia is really unpopular now. He sleeps in class, reads novels, and is ranked in the bottom ten in the class.

If it was the previous Wen Xia, she might have curled her lips to show that she didn't care, but this time, Wen Xia slightly bent over and apologized obediently: "Teacher Xue, I was wrong. I won't sleep again next time."

She admitted her mistake, and Xue Wenyan didn't know what to say. She sighed and said earnestly, "Go back to class quickly. Don't do this next time. Study hard. You are only in the second year of high school. There is still time for everything. The teacher said so much for your own good. When you are born into society in the future, you will know how good teachers are."

At the end, he added, "Read less novels, they are not very nutritious."

Wen Xia thought of the word "husband" and her eyes looked a little unnatural. "Thank you for your teachings, teacher."

After returning to the classroom, Liu Anan leaned over and said apologetically, "Xia Xia, are you okay? I called you, but you didn't wake up."

"fine."

Wen Xia's seat was close to the window. She glanced at the fallen leaves under the big tree downstairs.

It is now the first semester of the second year of high school.

Someone touched her back from behind. It was a girl's voice, "Xia Xia, are you okay?"

Wen Xia was just about to say it was okay when the classroom broadcast started.

"Students, the bell has rung. Please hurry back to the classroom and prepare for class..."

This class was the second one in the morning - Math class Math teacher Liu Zhiwei looked at Wen Xia several times while standing on the podium. She was listening attentively the whole time.

He picked up the book, walked down the platform while talking, and glanced at Wen Xia openly, while she was taking notes obediently.

It's really strange.

After class, office

Liu Zhiwei took a sip of tea to moisten his throat, and said to the other teachers with a smile: "Wen Xia, this kid, listened to the class and took notes honestly today, which scared me."

Xue Wenyan came back with the textbook and just heard this. She was somewhat relieved that Wen Xia had listened to her and explained, "I scolded her in the last class."

"Teacher Xue is really amazing. I've told her several times before that she should go to bed when she needs to. There's really nothing we can do about her." Liu Zhiwei shook his head helplessly.

…

The morning classes are over and now it's time to eat.

Wen Xia and two girls who were good friends with her sat at the same table to eat.

While eating, Jiang Yan couldn't help gossiping: "Xia Xia, what did you dream about in class? Your husband? It really made me laugh to death."

Girls aged sixteen or seventeen are at the age when they like gossip.

Wen Xia looked a little listless at the moment, poking the spoon intermittently.

Oh, she missed Qin Mo.

If he wasn't dreaming, Qin Mo should be studying in the best high school in Jia County - Jiazhong.

She is in the No. 2 Middle School in Jia County, which is neither good nor bad.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Jiang Yan looked at her carefully, "Xia Xia, what's wrong with you? Why don't you speak? Are you feeling uncomfortable? Is that coming?"

Wen Xia came back to her senses and shook her head, "No, I miss my husband in my dreams. He's so handsome and considerate." She said the last two words with pride.

Jiang Yan and Liu Anan laughed so hard that they spat out their food.

…

After they had their meal, they lined up to wash the dishes and went to the classroom.

On the way, I met two girls walking towards me from the opposite direction. They must be going to the toilet.

"Wow, there's a handsome guy at the entrance of Class 8. He's so tall and fair-skinned, just like in a cartoon."

Jiang Yan's eyes lit up. She loved looking at handsome guys the most. "Whose brother is here again? Xia Xia, An An, hurry up. Don't miss it."

Wen Xia used to like watching it, but now she can’t muster the interest as she always feels like she is already in her twenties.

"You guys go back to the classroom first, I'll follow."

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