Xiao Xiao lowered his eyes to block the smile.

If the Baihuan Butterfly at home knew that he thought of it so much, would he be so angry that he would chase him?

After all, it was a monster who admired beauty very much.

And as old as I think, it doesn't matter how beautiful it is.

......

"Xiao Lan didn't mean it!"

Before Baihuan Die could speak out, the child could not wait to defend his friends.

At this time, he also forgot about the doubt that the teacher could see Xiao Lan.

All I thought about was that the teacher could not misunderstand Xiao Lan.

......

Xiao Xiao looked at the child.

It looks like I am ready to listen to the child's explanation.

If Baihuan Die's behavior is just a simple prank, it would be a bit too much.

And it will also cause innocent children to be misunderstood.

If Baihuan Die has a reason to do this...

That's another matter.

......

The child pursed his lips.

He glanced at Baihuan Butterfly.

The strange butterfly stared at the teacher with curiosity.

He also looked at the teacher.

The other party's eyebrows and eyes were gentle.

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

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

He held each other's hands and whispered.

......

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

The child does lose patience with endless tutoring and his own low-volatility grades.

He doesn't hate studying.

However, when the rewards he received in his studies could not meet his psychological expectations, he also lost his balance.

He obviously paid a lot...

He obviously worked so hard...

But why...

He is indeed very stupid...

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

But he didn't dare to say it to his parents.

Mom and Dad have been encouraging him.

A stupid bird flies first, and hard work will pay off. Hard work pays off...

......

These are all deceptive, right?

His deskmate usually copied his homework, but when the exam came, the other party was better than him.

Every time he sees the results of two people, he feels that he only knows how to work hard and is like a fool.

He could comfort himself before, it doesn't matter, just keep working hard...

But gradually... these words could no longer comfort him.

The negative emotions accumulated in daily life have reached a critical point.

Then, because a small flame broke out.

......

That's just a very ordinary little thing.

The teacher just said why I can’t do the same question type I just taught last time?

Ask him if he really understands this question?

He understood last time.

He really thought he understood.

It's just a day, but he can't do it anymore...

He lowered his head and said nothing.

He dared not look up.

Otherwise the teacher will see his red eyes.

Later he used the excuse to go to the bathroom.

He cried very hard with water on his face and covered his mouth.

Then he heard a voice.

"Why are you crying?"

......

That was his first encounter with Xiaolan.

......

A talkable butterfly?!

He was surprised.

For a moment, I even forgot to cry.

......

"Why are you crying?"

Butterfly asked him the previous question again.

He answered subconsciously.

Maybe it's been suppressed for too long.

Maybe the talk butterfly had a great impact on him.

He opened up unconsciously.

He said a lot.

The tears that stopped fell down again.

Until the teacher asked him outside why he hadn't come out for so long? Is he feeling uncomfortable?

He hurriedly washed his face with water.

Cover your eyes with a towel.

After making himself look less pitiful, he walked out of the toilet.

However, the redness in the corners of his eyes still made the teacher notice.

The teacher asked in confusion.

He made excuses for something in his eyes.

......

He didn't expect it.

Maybe because he heard so many complaints, Xiao Lan actually...as if she was venting her anger for him...

No.

Xiaolan is just venting his anger for him.

But, in fact, he didn't mean to blame the teacher.
To be continued...