Chapter 1590 You are my belief (2)

  The next second, the children all cast their curious eyes.

  The little figure in the dark corner seemed to be the first time so many people watched it like this.

  He flinched, like a quail, and immediately lowered his head.

   Liu Lin also noticed him.

   That was the most silent little boy in their class, named Ji Yuche, a mixed-race boy who had just returned from abroad.

  In the class activities on weekdays, he hardly participates, quietly, so he has no sense of presence.

   Now it is rare to see the silent kid talking, Liu Lin froze for a moment, almost unable to react.

   But soon, she realized that this is a good opportunity to let him participate in class activities.

  As an empathetic teacher, of course she was not willing to let go of this opportunity.

  So, she came to the corner, bent down, and showed a kind smile.

   "Little Che, can you share your views with the teacher and the children?"

   "..." The little boy with his head bowed, wearing a hat, twisted his fingers and said nothing.

  As usual, no matter what the teacher asked, he seemed to be dumb, just not making a sound.

   Poorly timid.

   Liu Lin glanced at the other leading teachers.

  The teachers seemed a little helpless towards him.

  No way, his character is too sensitive, and he is afraid of communicating with outsiders.

   Except for his mother, so far, the teachers haven't seen anyone who he took the initiative to talk to.

  So, in this case, it is not easy for Liu Lin to force him to answer.

   "Then... well, little Che is a little shy, so let Teacher Wang explain it to him, everyone agree?"

   With a sweet smile, Liu Lin guided everyone to divert their attention.

"good!"

  The children with their schoolbags on their backs didn't think too much, and their voices were crisp and crisp.

  It was loud.

   Liu Lin hastily made a silent gesture again.

   "Shhh—Kids keep your voice down, don't disturb others~"

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  Next, the story about the angel is still being told.

  The lively children, carrying schoolbags, walked with the leading teacher.

  With their curious and bright eyes, they looked up at the paintings in the exhibition and exclaimed.

  Only behind the team, there is a single person.

  A child who looked like only seven or eight years old was still standing there.

  Holding the strap of the schoolbag tightly with her small hands, she stood in front of the picture bestowed by God, watching quietly, not moving for a long time.

  Under the cover of the hat, his beautiful light golden eyes stared unblinkingly at the portrait—the girl lying in the arms of God.

  The girl has snow skin and red lips, charming and charming.

  The black wings behind him spread out, perhaps because they were close to God, the wings were even covered with a light layer of golden light.

  Very pretty, recognizable, and squeamish.

   Leaning in the arms of God, hooking him, as if trying to use his petty temper.

  When the little boy looked up, his clean and soft golden eyes were staring at the beautiful girl very seriously.

   After looking at it for a long time, he silently bit his lips as pink as cherry blossoms.

  It seems a little ashamed and a little annoyed.

   "It's not because Checia is good-looking... that I like her."

  His small hands tightly grasped the strap of the schoolbag, and only he could hear the soft and depressed voice.

"certainly not…"

  (end of this chapter)