They are in their final year of high school and are heavily dependent on me.

Startled, the man looked up and met her gaze. Chen Wenxin suppressed the strange feeling in her heart and smiled calmly.

The other person smiled and gave her a thumbs-up that she couldn't quite decipher; perhaps that's just how guys greet each other.

"call"

Looking back, Chen Wenxin felt an indescribable nervousness.

The long gaze I gave him on the field yesterday, and the casual glance I gave him the night before, seemed to be for the sake of this morning's excitement.

Compared to before, he seemed to possess an added, inexplicable sense of peace.

Chen Wenxin patted her cheeks, tugged at Huang Yaoyao's sleeve, and whispered:

"Yaoyao, look at Lin Mo."

"Huh?" Huang Yaoyao was holding a small mirror, looking at her face and tidying up her appearance for math class. When she heard Chen Wenxin's words, she turned around and looked.

"It seems like Xixi hit him, what happened?"

"Yes, it's nothing," Chen Wenxin said softly with a smile, her gaze drifting.

Is she the only one who can feel it?

However, she wasn't a shallow girl; she just thought it was because she was going through puberty and had some expectations of handsome male classmates.

"Da da, da da da da"

At this moment, the students in the classroom gradually arrived, and the sound of hurried high heels clicking on the ground could be heard outside the classroom, which made one imagine the teacher's decisive and efficient manner.

"Pre-class quiz." As Ye Yisong stepped into the classroom, Xiaofeng's voice amplified, and he picked up the chalk and scribbled questions on the blackboard.

A dozen seconds later, she tapped the blackboard.

"Five minutes, start speaking immediately after you finish."

"Also, who is Lin Mo?"

Lin Mo looked up abruptly, a hint of amazement in his eyes, but also a bit confused. How did he end up in this?

Instantly, several pairs of eyes turned to look at him. Guo Huowang, who was in front of him, gritted his teeth and muttered profanities about his mother, his jealousy burning intensely.

“Teacher, I’m here.” Lin Mo stood up.

There are still some before midnight

Chapter 101 The Female Teacher with Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder

The name sounds quite artistic, but Teacher Ye looks very aloof.

His eyes were calm, his brows were furrowed, and his stern, cold face exuded a silent, oppressive aura that was extremely penetrating.

In terms of outfit, the white shirt was ironed without a single wrinkle, and the black suit pants had the hem just covering the ankle, with a high waistline that made the legs look straight and long.

A simple black and white combination, very professional-looking.

Android version of Li Zhihan?

It's not quite right, is it? It's more like a second-hand Apple version with an Android battery added. The coldness on this socially awkward cat isn't faked.

Teachers, after all, have entered society and returned to secular life, losing that natural aloofness.

The blackboard writing she produced in just over ten seconds was as neat and upright as she is. Sometimes, a teacher's skill in writing on the blackboard can reveal whether they are professional and dedicated.

Clearly, Ye Yisong is a stereotypical professional elite. Indeed, only a teacher with both beauty and ability like her could keep the unruly group of students in Class Two in line.

But what does that have to do with him? He's just a greenhorn!

Are you going to treat him like an experience point farm as soon as you meet him?

"Okay, you don't need to do this question. Come out with me for a bit."

Teacher Ye didn't even glance at him, and walked out of the classroom as quickly as possible, using her imposing back to talk to Lin Mo.

Lin Mo's face darkened. He felt like he was about to be fed grass. Should he drink a bottle of milk to bolster his courage?

"Biyang, it's you again?"

Guo Huowang's face darkened, and he pointed at him, letting out a sharp, explosive sound:

"Damn it, having a little meeting with Teacher Ye, you're going to have your fun again!"

Hearing what Wangzi said, Lin Mo felt somewhat relieved. Being called out by the beautiful teacher could turn a bad thing into a good one.

As long as he manages his facial expressions well and comes back with a straight face, when a bunch of people ask him what happened or what the teacher said, he just waves his hand nonchalantly.

I'm already starting to enjoy it.

However, just as he was about to leave, Xu Lingxi grabbed his sleeve, and Tu'er looked at him with a worried expression.

Okay, feeling good is one thing, but having someone constantly caring about him is another.

"It's nothing. They were probably just asking about my studies because I'm new here," Lin Mo comforted her, which finally made Xu Lingxi let go of her hand.

The girl was a well-behaved child and was quite afraid of teachers, so she immediately empathized with him, as if she were the one being called out for a talk.

"Then be careful and don't try to outsmart the teacher," Xu Lingxi reminded her. "Teacher Ye is very capable and can teach you a lot, so don't make her angry."

"Really amazing?"

“Of course,” the girl replied confidently.

"Then this is my destiny."

"What."

Lin Mo gave her a reassuring look, and after walking two meters, as he passed Chen Wenxin, he unusually heard her voice as well.

"When you talk to Teacher Ye, look into her eyes and don't look anywhere else, otherwise she will think you are not paying attention."

Lin Mo was stunned for a moment, thinking to himself that Xu Lingxi's new friend was quite a match. Yesterday, she gave him wet wipes, and today she gave him last-minute advice.

He nodded to Chen Wenxin, receiving a sweet smile in return.

Okay, I won't be jealous of you and Xixi anymore.

I'll save some wedding candy for you later.

Then, Lin Mo walked out quickly. The math teacher looked fierce, so he didn't dare to be negligent at all.

As soon as she stepped outside, Teacher Ye was still leaning against the railing with her back to her, holding the test papers and the roster in her hand.

"Stand here." Ye Yisong pointed to the railing, indicating that he should stand to the side.

Lin Mo stood at attention, and following Chen Wenxin's instructions, stretched his neck and stared intently into the teacher's eyes.

Ye Yisong was looking at the exam paper when Lin Mo's head suddenly blocked the light. He frowned and was about to say something.

But when she looked at him again, the student's gaze was so firm, as if he were going to the battlefield. He even gave her a military salute.

Upon closer inspection, Lin Mo suddenly seemed unusually pleasing to the eye, much more upright than the troublemakers in the class.

I looked at it for a couple more seconds, and somehow it became more and more comfortable to watch.

It perfectly matches her obsessive-compulsive requirements for appearance, possessing a gentle and refreshing "balance".

Teaching in this class was actually very frustrating for her, but she had to restrain herself because of her professional ethics.

Because she has a rather severe case of obsessive-compulsive disorder, so severe that she wants to make anything asymmetrical or irregular symmetrical and neat.

For example, she set a grand dream in high school: to save money to buy the Leaning Tower of Pisa, then demolish it and rebuild the main tower of Pisa.

However, with more and more of these dreams, it can only be said that the world is a huge makeshift operation, and even in the classes she teaches, there are a bunch of weirdos disrupting her obsessive-compulsive disorder.

The podium was always a mess, which annoyed her greatly during class. However, her lesson plans were prepared down to the second, leaving her no time to tidy up the podium.

In short, after looking at it a few times and going back and forth, I swallowed all my words.

"Teacher! What can I do for you?" Lin Mo saluted again and added, "Teacher, your handwriting on the blackboard is so beautiful. I can't even write with a black pen that has that flowing quality."

"They say you're the best teacher in the school, and seeing is believing."

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Ye Yisong lowered his eyes and glanced at the photocopy of Lin Mo's exam paper. He couldn't bring himself to say the words of criticism he was about to give him.

One of the reasons she devoted all her energy to teaching was because she disliked some of the bureaucracy in the school, didn't have a good relationship with her colleagues, and always dreaded social engagements, so she tried to avoid them as much as possible.

She had no desire to improve herself; she only wanted to teach well.

I never expected that even after leaving the workforce, I would still run into students here.

Uh... does this guy really want to improve?

But Lin Mo looked quite pleasing to the eye, not so worldly, and I couldn't muster any resistance to him.

Strange, I haven't seen anyone so pleasing to the eye in over twenty years. He's almost cured my obsessive-compulsive disorder.

After thinking for a moment, Ye Yisong spoke in as gentle a tone as possible, pointing to the exam paper:

"When you take the entrance exam at the beginning of the semester, you can still score over 120 points in math, and you almost never lose points on the medium-difficulty questions."

"But you only got 109 on the weekly test. You lost a lot of points on the medium-difficulty questions and even made mistakes on the basic questions."

"Because you are a newly promoted student, the teacher will give you special attention and try to prevent you from being demoted."

"Don't listen to today's advanced lesson. I've looked at your previous grades, and your foundation isn't solid. Go to my office and get a set of practice papers to do."

After speaking, Ye Yisong looked at Lin Mo, waiting for his reply. Generally speaking, students in the top classes tend to have a temper and are quite sharp-tongued; they can't stand being criticized even slightly.

Moreover, she directly pointed out that Lin Mo was not suitable to attend her advanced classes at the moment; to put it bluntly...

Just practice cooking more.

These days, boys are incredibly competitive. For example, there's that student in my class whose surname is Huo (or something like that). He always manages to argue with me for ages over losing a single step's points.

She wondered if Lin Mo would get impatient. She had also prepared a set of excuses, but they were a bit troublesome.

"Yes!"

But Lin Mo didn't follow her plan at all. Instead, he suddenly took two steps back and bowed, which startled her.

"Thank you for your guidance, teacher!"

“You are so kind!”

"I've never had a mother since I was little, teacher, if only..."

"Ah!" Ye Yisong was dumbfounded. Seeing that Lin Mo was about to kneel down and kowtow, he hurriedly sent him to the office to get the test paper, otherwise he would have another son.

Lin Mo didn't hesitate and took off running. The office was relatively close, and he returned in two or three minutes, covered in sweat.

"Take this and write it down. You can ask me anytime if you don't understand something."

Although Lin Mo was a bit too eager to improve, he was decisive and went straight back to the classroom.

That's something she really appreciates.

Ye Yisong checked the time, composed himself, and prepared the lesson he was about to teach. With just a few seconds left in the five minutes, he stepped into the classroom.

As soon as she entered the classroom, she was a little confused. She saw Lin Mo still lounging on the teacher's desk, wiping things with a rag. When he saw her, he gestured for her to come in.

Hmm. Ye Yisong glanced at the lectern, which was arranged to look just as "pleasing" as Lin Mo's, and his mood immediately improved, even easing his furrowed brows.

"Okay, let's look at this question."

During the break between classes, Ye Yisong, exhausted, returned to her office after dealing with a group of students who kept asking her questions like, "Teacher, are you married? Do you have a boyfriend? Teacher, you are so beautiful."

The moment she stepped into the office, she suddenly remembered that she seemed to have forgotten to tell Lin Mo where she had put the test paper. Wouldn't that mean her desk had been messed up?

This is something that absolutely cannot happen to someone with obsessive-compulsive disorder.

But when she saw her desk, she couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

Not only was it not messy, but it also tidied up the clutter on her desk, and arranged the documents and items more reasonably and neatly without disrupting their order.

Like the lectern, it's "pleasing to the eye".

Ye Yisong shook his head with a wry smile, reached for his water cup, and wanted to drink some water. He still had one class left to attend, and his throat was already extremely dry.

I was prepared to drink cold water after two classes, but I found that the water was only lukewarm.

"Xiao Ye," a teacher passing by glanced at her and said, "a student from Class Two just helped you get hot water and asked me to tell you. That student is really kind."

"Oh"

Ye Yisong took a sip of water to relieve the dryness in her throat.