CH 8

In high school, around 7:30, the sound of reading was already heard in the classroom.

The study committee members were reading. Wen Xiaolan took the book behind her face and turned her head to look at the seat where Wei Ying sat. She saw that she did not come to class. She said in the small group, “Wei Ying did not come to class. It seems Our ouija spirit is useful.”

[Qin Mei]: Saw it, it seems that the ouija spirit is really sensible! Ruirui, now you won’t get bullied. She can no longer do what she wants.

[Wang Jing]: Is the spirit so powerful? Does it mean that I am not destined to be admitted to Beiqing University?

[Wei Rui]: It’s not necessary for you to study in Beijing. Didn’t you always want to learn finance? You can go to the Shunan University of Finance and Economics. It is also very good. Come on!

[Wang Jing]: Rui Rui is right. I will cheer! Dishian helped Wei Ruin give a lesson to Wei Ying. She should be sick for at least ten or a half months, right? If she doesn’t come to class for so long, she will definitely be kicked out of our class.

[Wen Xiaolan]: Yes. What can she do in our class except giving us a low average score? Haha.

…

Everyone was talking about Wei Ying in the small group, and the class teacher, Ma Yongmei, brought last week’s English dictation in the class.

Ma Yongmei was about to start when someone made a report at the door.

Ma Yongmei looked at Wei Ying at the door. She pushed the frame on the bridge of her nose, and asked with concern, “Wei Ying? Didn’t you take sick leave? Is your body better?”

Wei Ying nodded, indicating that her body recovered well.

“Hurry back to your seat. We will start the dictation immediately.” Ma Yongmei threw the dictation to the learning committee in the first row and signaled the learning committee to distribute the dictation to everyone.

She added, “Last week, there were more than ten dictation errors, and today, I got words for dictation again. There are only five dictated words today. You should learn them one by one till tomorrow if you can’t even learn these completely. How could you take the exam?”

When she said this, she deliberately looked in Wei Ying’s direction.

Everyone in the class turned around and looked at her.

Wei Ying came to class in order not to write the few pounds of review materials sent by Tang Yu. But little did she expect that here she would have to take dictation as soon as she arrived. When she heard that she had to write dictations, her head hurt.

Tang Yu was reading when Wei Ying suddenly poked his elbow. The girl blinked her pair of big eyes and asked quietly, “Is that bald girl talking about me?”

“Bald girl?” Tang Yu glanced subconsciously at the English teacher. She was only 26 or 27 years old, but her hairline was ridiculously high. He retracted his eyes and reminded her with a serious tone, “I am the monitor and the representative of the English class.”

Wei Ying, “…” ‘What’s going on?’

At the beginning of dictation, Wei Ying couldn’t remember how to spell a word. She was so anxious that she scratched her ears, cheeks, and neck to see Tang Yu’s book.

Tang Yu noticed Wei Ying copying from him. He immediately covered it with his hands and turned slightly.

Wei Ying, “???” ‘Mr. Tang is too stingy. Mr. Tang, who is so stingy, when you get fat, I will eat you!’

Mr. Tang’s stingy attitude reminded her of a dream she had often dreamed of in her previous life.

At that time, she and Mr. Tang were already together. When she was sleeping in the same bed, she often dreamed of high school times.

She dreamed of the time when she had an exam with Mr. Tang. In her dream, she thought, how could her future husband not let her copy? In the dream, Mr. Tang would rather throw a small note on the fat man in front of him than let her copy.

After she woke up, she could not help telling Mr. Tang about it. She would wake him up and then hammer him. Mr. Tang was always helpless and could only let his fiance do as she wished.

After Wei Ying’s anger was gone, she would sigh. Fortunately, it was a dream; otherwise she would have wanted to kill him.

…

There was nothing in the classroom to do. Ma Yongmei walked back and forth.

When Ma Yongmei turned around and walked forward, the fat man sitting in front of Tang Yu turned his head and asked him, “Monitor, do you know about the word aetic?”

“Astic,” Tang Yu answered.

The fat man whispered, “Thank you, monitor!”

Wei Ying stared at Tang Yu with wide eyes. Obviously, she was a human, but she was very, very angry now!

Tang Yu felt great resentment next to him and turned around to see Wei Ying’s eyes that were glaring at him as if to eat him alive.

He hadn’t responded yet. Wei Ying bit his arm. She had the kind of attitude to eat him.

Wei Ying, “!!!” ‘Mr. Tang, let’s eat you!’

If she ate raw meat, she could retain the original taste, and it would greatly enhance the taste. Slash, peel, drink blood and swallow!*

Ma Yongmei returned to the podium, glanced over. She saw Wei Ying biting her class Monitor. She almost jumped up from the podium, “Wei Ying, what are you doing?!”

Tang Yu was anxious, and answered nervously, “Teacher, Wei Ying has unbearable abdominal pain. I asked her to bite my arm, so she won’t bite her tongue.”

Miao:-

Slash, peel, drinking blood and swallow is a description of the living habits of human ancestor’s idiom from “Book of Rites