Chapter 1841 Xiaolan
Xiao Xiao lowered his eyes to hide his smile.

If the Hundred Illusion Butterfly at home knew that he thought of it like this, would it be so angry that it would chase him?
After all, it is a monster that admires beauty very much.

But when you get older, beauty no matter how you think about it, has nothing to do with it.

"Xiao Lan didn't mean it!"

Before Baihuandie could say anything, the child was already eager to defend his friend.

At this moment, he also forgot about the fact that he wondered if the teacher could see Xiao Lan.

All I was thinking about was not letting the teacher misunderstand Xiao Lan.

Xiao Xiao looked at the child.

He looked as if he was ready to listen to the child's explanation.

If Baihuandie's behavior was just a simple prank, then it would be a bit too much.

It will also cause innocent children to be misunderstood.

If Baihuandie has a reason to do so.
That’s another matter.

The child pursed his lips.

He glanced at the Hundred Illusion Butterfly.

The strange butterfly stared at the teacher with curiosity.

He also looked at the teacher.

The other person's eyebrows and eyes were gentle.

There was no accusation or other emotion that made him feel uncomfortable.

The child's heart slowly fell back to its original place.

They shook hands and then spoke in a low voice.

In fact, there is one thing that the children’s elders are not wrong about.

The child has indeed lost patience with the endless tutoring and his own grades which have not fluctuated much.

He doesn't hate studying.

However, when the rewards he received from his studies could no longer meet his psychological expectations, he lost his balance.

He obviously paid a lot.
He obviously tried so hard.
but why.
He is really stupid...

He began to have negative thoughts of giving up on himself...

But he didn't dare tell his parents.

Mom and Dad have been encouraging him.

The early bird catches the worm, hard work pays off, and perseverance pays off...

These are all lies, right?

His deskmate usually copied his homework, but when it came to exams, he always did better than him.

Every time he saw the results of the two people, he felt like a fool for only working hard.

Before, he could still comfort himself, it doesn't matter, as long as he keeps working hard.
But gradually, these words could no longer comfort him.

The negative emotions accumulated on a daily basis have reached a critical point.

Then, a small flame broke out.

It was just a common little thing.

The teacher just asked, "Why can't you do the same type of question that we just taught you last time?"
Ask him if he really understands the question?

He said he understood last time.

He really thought he understood.

Just one day later, he couldn't do it anymore.
He lowered his head and said nothing.

He didn't dare to look up.

Otherwise the teacher would see his red eyes.

Later he excused himself to go to the toilet.

With the water on and his mouth covered, he cried hard.

Then he heard a voice.

"Why are you crying?"

That was his first encounter with Xiao Lan.

A talking butterfly?!
He was surprised.

For a moment, I even forgot to cry.

"Why are you crying?"

Butterfly asked him the same question again.

He answered subconsciously.

Maybe it's because I've been suppressed for too long.

Perhaps the talking butterfly had too much of an impact on him.

He started talking without realizing it.

He talked a lot.

The tears that had stopped fell again.

Until the teacher asked him outside why he hadn't come out for so long? Was he feeling unwell?
He quickly washed his face with water.

Cover your eyes with a towel.

After making himself look less pathetic, he walked out of the bathroom.

But the teacher still noticed the redness in the corners of his eyes.

The teacher asked doubtfully.

He made the excuse that something got stuck in his eye.

He didn't expect that.

Maybe it was because he had complained so much that Xiao Lan seemed to be venting his anger for him.
No.

Xiao Lan was just venting his anger for him, but he didn't really mean to blame the teacher.

The teacher is not wrong.

It must be very hard for the teacher to teach someone as stupid as me, right?
What he hated even more was his own stupidity.

He tried hard to stop Xiaolan from playing pranks on the teacher.

It was also at that time that he discovered that the teachers could not see Xiao Lan.

But Xiao Lan seemed to be irritated by the teacher's attitude towards him.

He didn't listen to his objection at all.

but
The teacher looked at him so strangely because his behavior of stopping Xiao Lan from playing pranks seemed like that of a mental patient to the teacher who couldn't see Xiao Lan.

Xiaolan seemed completely unaware of this.

I was just venting my anger for him.

I simply think that teachers are bad.

He was touched by Xiao Lan's protection of him.

He is also troubled by Xiaolan's naivety.

"Little Blue seems to have only torn up the book once?"

Xiao Xiao suddenly asked.

The child suddenly came back to his senses from his memories.

It took him a beat to realize the meaning of Xiao Xiao's words.

He nodded.

"Ah."

Xiao Lan had never done anything so excessive before.

Usually they were just harmless little pranks like grabbing the teacher's handouts or materials, or hiding the teacher's pen.

Only that time
"why?"

Xiao Xiao glanced at Baihuandie who seemed to be very interested in Feifei.

Then he looked at the child again.

"What did the teacher do?"

The child dropped his eyes.

What have you done?
".And didn't do anything."

That teacher was different from all his previous tutors.

Looks particularly majestic.

Of course, in fact she is also a very majestic teacher.

He couldn't help but get nervous.

The teacher reminded him of his math teacher at school.

Especially fierce.

He pays full attention every time he attends this teacher's class.

I was afraid that my clumsy reaction would upset the teacher.

But
He still screwed up.

"Clap~"

The teacher slammed the test paper on the table.

There was a loud noise.

The teacher frowned.

There was a certain amount of harshness in his words.

"I have already covered the same type of questions many times last time."

"You also said last time that you understood and could do it."

"Is this what you call understanding and being able to do it?"

"It's only been one day!"

"It's the same type of question, just changing a few numbers, how come you can't solve it?"

“The formula hasn’t changed.”

"Don't you even know how to apply a formula?"

“It’s okay to be a little stupid.”

“But you have to know your own situation.”

"If you are stupid, do more questions."

"If you can't remember one question, do five or ten."

“Until I remember it.”

Perhaps because she was too excited, the teacher slapped the test paper in front of the child's face.

"Do you understand?"

The child was a little frightened and was speechless.

"Do you understand?"

The teacher raised her voice, "Answer me!"

"Know-"

The child's eyes widened, revealing a look of near-fear, "No, wait!"

He held out his hands.

I want to save the test paper from the teacher.

But, he was still a step slow.

(End of this chapter)