Chapter 85 It turns out to be him In the blink of an eye, Zixuan passed through the wall and entered the classroom next door. Zixuan's eyes swept across the classroom. This classroom had the same layout as the previous one. There were 20 to 30 tables and chairs, a blackboard and a podium in front, and some drawing tools in the classroom. There was nothing strange. She pondered for a moment, calmed down and closed her eyes. Then, she suddenly opened her eyes and looked at the corner of the classroom near the door. There was a small red wastebasket there. It caught her attention. Wastebaskets are very common. Could it be that the works in the wastebasket gave me that feeling? Or is it because I have been too nervous all along that I mistakenly thought there was a faint familiar atmosphere here? Zixuan walked slowly towards the wastebasket. That's right, it seemed to be the strange feeling from before! Although this breath was only faint and elusive, it should not be wrong. Zi Xuan suddenly felt that her heart was about to jump out. There were only a few tightly crumpled paper balls in the wastebasket. Zixuan gently dumped them all on the ground. She bent down, half squatted, and nervously looked through the paper balls one by one. There were five paper balls in total, three of which were unfinished cartoons with cars, dinosaurs, flowers, etc. drawn on them with childish strokes. The other two were doodles, messy and disorganized, and it was impossible to tell what was randomly drawn on the white paper. Five crumpled pieces of paper were spread out on the ground one by one. There was no "Flaming Lips" that Zixuan was familiar with here - the strange feeling came from those two graffiti! Zixuan's expression suddenly became unusually solemn. what does that mean? Zixuan's thoughts soon ended as footsteps were heard from afar outside. The storage bracelet on her hand flashed, and all five pieces of waste paper on the ground were stored in it. Then, she moved and instantly returned along the same path, appearing in the original classroom. When Xiaojing and the girl walked to the classroom door, Zixuan was looking calmly at various forms posted next to the blackboard. "Sister, are you okay?" Xiaojing moved her lips slightly and transmitted the message.
"Well, that's okay." Zixuan replied. At this time, the girl said to Zixuan: "Ms. Bai, hello! Your payment procedures have been completed. If she has time on Saturday, she can come and study. Then, you are welcome to come and observe and guide our work." Zixuan was stunned when she heard her calling her by her last name, but then she remembered that Xiaojing should have mentioned her name when she registered, and she felt relieved. "Of course, we will come!" The girl smiled and handed each of them her business card. "My name is Feng Wuyu, and my phone number is on it. You can contact me if you need anything!" "Thank you very much!" Zixuan nodded. "Oh, which class are you going to join, Miss Cao?" The girl Feng Wuyu suddenly thought of something and asked, "Class one or class two?" Xiaojing looked at Zixuan, obviously waiting for her to make a choice. "Class one and class two? What's the difference?" "Well, the teachers are different, but there's not much difference. There are two teachers in each class!" "Oh?" She hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Your classroom doesn't have a nameplate, it just has numbers on it. Is Class 1 the classroom where we are standing?" "Because we have short-term classes, the number of students sometimes fluctuates, so some classrooms don't have fixed nameplates. Well, this is the classroom for Class 1! Have you chosen a class?" Zixuan looked at Xiaojing and her lips moved slightly. She smiled and said, "It's still my sister who makes the decision. After all, she's the one studying." Xiao Jing thought about it and smiled at Feng Wuyu, "I still like Class 2. Let's choose Class 2!" "Class two? Uh..." Feng Wu Yu was stunned, and an imperceptible look flashed across his face. She smiled and said, "No problem, I'll help you register then!"... Saturday. Xiao Jing was still asleep when Zi Xuan woke her up. "It's only eight o'clock, why are you up so early? Sleep a little longer!" Xiao Jing picked up her phone, looked at the time, and muttered. "It's still early? Lazy guy, get up quickly, do you have classes today?" "What class?" Xiao Jing turned over and was about to fall asleep again, "I'm not a student?"
"Who said you weren't? You paid your tuition two days ago!" Snapped! Zixuan slapped Xiaojing's buttocks, making a crisp sound. "The other day? Painting? I..." Xiaojing sat up and said with a sad face, "Sister, can I not go? It's just over a thousand yuan!" "No, no negotiation!" Zixuan said calmly. "Uh..." Xiaojing was dumbfounded. "Listen carefully, you have a total of 10 minutes to get dressed, wash and dress up. We will go downstairs for breakfast in 10 minutes." Zixuan suddenly said seriously, "If you exceed the time, you should know what will happen..." Xiaojing's heart skipped a beat and she quickly put on her clothes. "Sister! Don't be like this! I am a woman, and you are also a woman. You know that 10 minutes is not enough. How about 30 minutes?..." Xiao Jing said this, but her hands and feet didn't slow down at all. She was too familiar with Zi Xuan's methods since she was a child, and she didn't want to try them. Zi Xuan ignored her and looked at her watch silently, as if she was timing. "Huh, you really value women over friendship!" Xiao Jing muttered in a low voice. "What did you say?" Uh! Xiao Jing was so scared that she broke out in a cold sweat. She heard everything. "Sister, you are such a good friend!" "That's good enough!" Zixuan accepted it with a smile. Xiaojing was speechless and shouted in her heart, "You! You! Do you have any moral integrity?"... Calligraphy and painting training institution. Feng Wu Yu stood at the door to receive guests. Many parents and children walked slowly in the corridor. Hello, Sister Feng! Hello, Teacher Feng!... A parent said to the boy next to him, "Why don't you call me teacher!" The boy's face flushed red, but he didn't make a sound. "It's okay, Xin Hao is timid, he'll get used to it." Teacher Liu said with a smile. "I hope so! Oh!" The parent shook his head and took him in. "Hello, Teacher Feng!" "Oh! Ms. Bai, Ms. Cao, good morning!" It was Bai Zixuan and Cao Xiaojing who came. Under Zixuan's pressure, Xiaojing still finished it on time. "Xiaojing's teacher is here, right? Shall we go to class now?" Zixuan asked. "Well, Teacher Miffy and Teacher Xiangqian are here just now!" "Oh, that's good." "Well, let me take you to meet them." "Okay, thank you so much!" Afterwards, Feng Wuyu called another beautiful woman to take over, and then she led Xiaojing and Zixuan inside. The door of the classroom was open, and the blue curtains had been drawn. It could be seen that there were about ten elementary school students inside. Four or five parents were obviously accompanying them. In the classroom, there was a middle-aged woman organizing teaching materials next to the podium. Feng Wu Yu brought them closer. "Teacher Mi!" "Oh! It's Xiaofeng! Why are you here?" "Teacher Mi, this is Miss Cao Xiaojing whom I mentioned to you! She is the student who signed up two days ago! Please take good care of her!" Feng Wuyu introduced, "This is her sister, Ms. Bai, who came here specially to visit." "Hello!" Teacher Mi said with a smile, "Xiaofeng, I know it without you telling me!" "Oh, where is Teacher Xiang?" "Teacher Xiang just went next door to get his paintbrush!" said Teacher Mi. Then she looked at the door and said with a smile, "Speak of the devil, here he comes!" Zixuan and the others looked up and were stunned. Why is it him? (End of this chapter)