MTL - Whispering To You-Chapter 2 2nd Whisper

Chen Ran took a look at the name of the test paper.

Cheng Yin, the high school student who tampered with his history, he remembered.

After the parent-teacher meeting, the parents did not leave in a hurry, and gathered at the podium to communicate with the head teacher one by one. Chen Ran didn't leave, and waited for a while to say hello to the head teacher.

After half an hour, the classroom was empty.

Zhang Yuehai packed up his things, put the pointer under his arm, and was about to walk out when he saw Chen Ran coming towards him in the corner of the classroom.

Don't think too much, Zhang Yuehai almost always believes that this is Cheng Yin's brother.

He put down the pointer, sighed and said, "Your girl is really a headache."

Chen Ran took a step and raised his eyebrows slightly: "My girl?"

Zhang Yuehai continued without waiting for Chen Ran to approach: "Your sister is in the third year of high school, she should pay more attention to her grades. In fact, your girl is quite smart, but she is not steady in her studies. Habits are not cultivated.”

Chen Ran stood in front of Zhang Yuehai and said, "Teacher, I am Chen Ran."

Zhang Yuehai choked suddenly and looked at the person in front of him from top to bottom.

How does this guy look so much like Cheng Yin? He looks like a brother and sister.

"Chen Ran? Are you here to report?"

Chen Ran nodded and confirmed again.

Zhang Yuehai half-opened his mouth and smiled awkwardly.

There will be a transfer student in the class this semester, Zhang Yuehai, as the head teacher, must be the first to know.

Athlete of the national team, world champion with outstanding achievements.

Although Zhang Yuehai doesn't understand the sport of fencing, he also knows that it must be a genius.

However, not long ago, Chen Ran was expelled from the national team. The news has not been released yet, but since they are going to get him to study, the school officials of No. 3 Middle School must be able to hide it.

So, this transfer student is already twenty-three years old.

Zhang Yuehai has taught high school all his life, and his students are from fifteen to eighteen years old. When he met such a twenty-something, he really didn't know what to do.

"Uh...Chen Ran, right..." Zhang Yuehai touched the edge of the desk with his fingers, looked at Chen Ran, suddenly remembered something, and asked, "How are your legs doing?"

Chen Ran let out a low hum, and could not tell whether it was a sneer or an answer.

"Prosthetics."

After Cheng Yin was lying in the room and watching two episodes of anime, the sound of walking finally came from the living room.

She immediately put down her phone, opened the textbook, and looked at it in a proper manner.

After half an hour, there was no movement outside.

Cheng Yin was restless and ran to the living room to take a look, Cheng Sheng was sitting on the sofa reading a scientific journal.

No, this is not Cheng Sheng's style, how can she be so calm when she sees her test paper?

Is it the calm before the storm?

Cheng Yin retracted her head, intending to close the door unconsciously.

Just a finger's distance away from the door, Cheng Sheng, who was sitting on the sofa, suddenly said, "What's for dinner?"

Chengdu: “…”

She reopened the door and walked slowly to Cheng Sheng's side.

"Spicy Pot."

Cheng Sheng raised his head and gave an order to the aunt in the kitchen.

Cheng Yin's eyes rolled around, he didn't dare to stay on Cheng Sheng, he could only look at his reflection on the TV screen secretly: "What did the parents say today?"

Cheng Sheng raised his eyes and turned to look at Cheng Yin.

"Oh, I didn't realize I was in the wrong class until the parent meeting was over."

Chengdu: “…”

Cheng Sheng: "Hey, I remember you are in the seventh class, right?"

Cheng Yin: "That was before the division of arts and sciences."

Cheng Sheng: "Oh."

The "Oh" was calm, without the slightest guilt, and even a bit unreasonable and strong.

Cheng Yin didn't know whether to rejoice or sigh.

Cheng Sheng seemed to have the consciousness of being a big brother at this time, and added: "I will go to your head teacher alone another day, what do you think?"

Cheng Yin: "I don't think so."

Although Cheng Yin doesn't think it's good, she knows that Cheng Sheng will definitely do what he says, it's just a matter of time.

The next day, Cheng Yin arrived at school early.

Xie Ying was a few minutes later than Cheng Yin, and ran to Cheng Yin as soon as she entered the classroom.

"I just saw Nail Household at the school gate again. He didn't pass the exam this year?"

There is a famous nail household in No. 3 Middle School. He has not been admitted for five consecutive years. He is very famous in No. 3 Middle School. Teachers often take him as a counter example in private. Unexpectedly, in the sixth year, he fell off the list again.

Cheng Yin ignored Xie Ying and looked up to sort out the exam papers on the table.

Mathematics, English, Chemistry, Biology, Physics…

"Where's my Chinese test paper?" Cheng Yin asked, "Didn't it be handed out yesterday?"

"Send it."

Xie Ying turned around and found the language test paper on her desk to confirm, "Did you lose it? Look for it again."

Cheng Yin bent over and turned over the drawer, no.

This is the first time she has gotten a full score for the composition test paper, and she is waiting for the teacher to send it out so that she can take it back and frame it in the living room!

Cheng Yin did not give up, and squatted down to look for it. The floor of the classroom was clean, and the shadow of the test paper was not seen, but she saw a pair of white sneakers slowly walking towards her.

Cheng Yin raised her head, saw Chen Ran in front of her, and was stunned.

It was the boy I saw yesterday afternoon.

Chen Ran's eyes swept lightly on Cheng Yin's face.

But having eyes on a boy's face can easily cause disaster.

Chen Ran is obviously a special case, his outline is clear and full of heroic spirit, these eyes on his face inexplicably have a sense of balance long ago.

At this time, someone in the classroom called out "Cheng Yin! Hand in the math homework!"

Cheng Yin responded, picked up her homework and ran towards the class representative.

Chen Ran glanced at her back.

The little girl who tampered with his history was the one I met yesterday afternoon.

And see him blush.

Chen Ran walked to the seat next to Cheng Yin, pulled out the stool, and was about to sit down, when the little girl next to him asked in a low voice, "Which one are you?"

Chen Ran: "?"

Why, he praised him at length in the composition, and even made up his sad and inspirational story, and turned around and didn’t know him?

The little girl's eyes widened, her face was slightly red, she looked extremely innocent, it really didn't look like a lie.

Then there is only one answer, the little girl knew about him in other people's mouths or in news reports, but she didn't know what he looked like.

Chen Ran sat down with a lower tone than Cheng Cheng who was standing.