"Xicheng, don't be sad. People have publicly announced their marriage. What's the use of you being depressed?" Zhao Leyuan couldn't stand it anymore. From the time he came to school in the morning to the afternoon when he was about to finish school, his deskmate had maintained his moral character that had suffered the most severe blow in his life.

"Didn't you always comfort me before and say that it was just hype? Now they are getting married, don't you make me sad?" Li Xucheng couldn't help but complain when he heard his deskmate say this.

"Hehe, I can't guarantee that there will be a time for a wrong judgment," Seeing that Li Xicheng still looked like he was in a bad state, Zhao Leyuan was angry, "Hey, you kid is only sixteen years old, sixteen years old. Even if Han Jiaren doesn't get married, will you wait for you to grow up and marry you? Oh my god, I'm really going crazy."

"I don't mind it if I'm only seven years old," Li Xicheng lay sadly on the table, as if he felt that his whole world had dimmed, and even the strange things that happened last night could not be taken seriously.

"Go to play basketball together. After playing basketball, nothing will happen." Zhao Leyuan and him were at the same table for almost two years and have been taking care of him like an older brother. Seeing him looking like he wanted to cry, he felt a little embarrassed.

"Playing ball, class is about to begin, you are going to play ball. Do you want to skip class?" A delicate voice sounded at the door of the classroom, and then a charming beauty came in. A "gudonggudong" saliva sounded in the classroom.

"No...no..." Zhao Leyuan looked at the beauty walking onto the podium stupidly, unable to speak clearly.

This beautiful woman with a "sexy" look is the head teacher of the first grade class and is also the dream lover of all the young boys who have just started falling in love in this junior high school. Of course, Li Xicheng is an exception. He only likes Han Jiaren.

"Oh, what's wrong with Li Xicheng? Have you bullied him again?" The beauty asked for it for granted. Li Xicheng looked easy to bully. She was not tall and weak, and was not much different from a little girl.

"No, teacher, it's because... because..." Zhao Leyuan didn't know whether he should betray his brother.

The beautiful head teacher walked over gracefully, gracefully sorted out her long hair in her ears, and asked in a warm voice: "I really want to know why."

With the beauty in front of him, the little boy didn't even know what he said, and said like a bean: "Because Hee Cheng likes Han Jiaren, but Han Jiaren announced yesterday that he would marry Lian Zhengxun, so he was like that."

"Wow," the whole hall was in an uproar, and all the little boys looked at Li Xicheng with sympathy.

It's so pitiful. It turns out that Lee Hee-sung's "woman" was snatched away by Lian Zhengxun.

"Puchi, hahaha..." The beautiful teacher held the table and swayed left and right. Although she knew that this might hurt a young heart, she just couldn't help it.

In the end, I had to stumble and cover my mouth and run out of the classroom.

This kid is so cute.

Li Xicheng looked at the woman with resentment and changed color, and her heart was broken.

If it were a few years ago, maybe I would have wiped my tears now.

Beautiful woman, beautiful woman...

The beauty is invisible, and the frost and snow are everywhere.

Li Xicheng suddenly opened his eyes wide and almost screamed in shock.

Really, this is true...

The beauty is invisible, and the frost and snow are everywhere. This poem comes from the sixth chapter of Liu Ji's "Boenix Ci" in the Ming Dynasty in China.

Why do I know this? I am a Korean who has never learned Chinese!

What dream did I have yesterday?

The boy finally couldn't stand this sensational and terrible situation and slapped on the table and started crying.

"Wow, look at Hee-sung, she actually cried. It seems that he really likes Han Jiaren."

"That's right? Last time I said bad things about Han Jiaren, he almost started fighting with me."

"What should I do? Should I go to Teacher Cai?"

"Stop looking for Teacher Cai, Teacher Cai will laugh. She likes Xiao Xicheng the most."

"Xicheng, is it because Teacher Cai laughed at you that you cried? I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said it?" Zhao Leyuan looked at Li Xicheng who was lying on the table at a loss, feeling guilty in his heart.

"No, Brother Le Yuan, it has nothing to do with you. I'll go back first. Please ask Teacher Cai for leave for me," Li Xicheng wiped his eyes with his sleeve, and after that, he carried his schoolbag and walked out of the classroom.

The young man loves face. He hid at the corner of the classroom, carefully wiped away his tears before he came out pretending to be nothing.

After leaving the school gate, Li Xicheng did not go home immediately, but took the Line 2 subway and got off the bus when he arrived at Jianguo University.

Originally, S.M, who went to the school, should have been able to find someone who knew Chinese, but now he hates artists so much that he would rather go to college alone with his bag to find the answer.

Along the way, Lee Hee-sung often saw banners about "Yan Jung-hoon, son of Yan Kui Town, and famous artist Han Jiaren announced their wedding dates", which made him feel even more disappointed, and the terrible thing in his heart became less important.

It was time for college to end school, and the university guards were not so strict in checking, so Li Xicheng walked into the campus with his schoolbag without any difficulties.

The International Department of Linguistics and Chinese Department, that's it. Li Xicheng stood at the stairs, staring at the person coming out nervously.

He came here once last time and knew that there were many people here who would talk in various foreign languages, hoping to meet someone who understands Chinese.

Unfortunately, my luck seemed to be bad this time. After waiting for a long time, I didn’t meet a Chinese-speaking student. He could only stop a pretty kind girl with a tough look and asked, “Sister, can you please do me a favor?”

If it is an ordinary boy, it is very likely that he was regarded as a disciple who deliberately met him, but Li Xicheng would not. He looks younger than his actual age and has very delicate facial features. His voice, which just passed the voice change period, was not too rough, but extremely crisp and pleasant.

"Of course, little brother, what do I ask me to do for you?" The girl looked at the boy and couldn't help but lift the corners of her mouth.

"I want to find someone who knows Chinese to translate a sentence for me. Please," this is probably the only thing Li Xicheng is proud of in recent years. Due to his appearance and his lack of height, he looks "I feel pity for you", and almost any request is unbearable.

"Come with me," the girl was maternal, grabbed Li Xicheng's hand and pulled him upstairs.

There was someone who greeted her on the way, so she proudly introduced Li Xicheng and said that this was her younger brother.

Through the conversation, Li Xicheng knew that girls were studying English and were not familiar with Chinese language students, so she directly took Li Xicheng to the office of the Chinese Language and Culture Department.

Several professors were caught asking questions before leaving.

Li Xicheng was flattered and bowed and felt aching.

"Okay, what kind of sentence is it worth your time to go to college to ask for advice?" A professor asked with a smile. He knew that he was a pure Korean, but his beard was very distinctive, as if he was written in thick ink.

This reminded Li Xicheng of Lu Xun, and his head began to hurt again.

Damn why did I know who Lu Xun is?

"Ahem..." Why are you staring at your beard? This kid?

Li Xicheng suddenly woke up and asked, "Is the saying 'The beauty is not visible, the frost and snow are empty' is in Chinese?"

Several professors looked at each other, but they were a little uncomfortable to answer.

Of course they knew that this was Chinese, but they couldn't tell the source. How embarrassing it was for a Chinese language professor.

"Is it Chinese?" Li Xicheng asked carefully, and he didn't know whether he wanted "yes" or "no" in his heart.

"Haha, it's Chinese. This is the poem by Liu Ji and Liu Bowen. He is a very famous writer, military strategist, and politician in ancient China. The whole poem is like this..." The professor sitting in the corner of the wall shook his head and chanted: "The geese blocking the south and return to the north, the river tide returns to the east. The beauty is invisible, and the frost and snow are everywhere."

While moaning, he looked at the laptop on the desk in front of him.

Several other professors nodded quickly and echoed: "Good poems...good poems..."

"It's Chinese," Li Xicheng seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, "What about 'a river of tobacco, flying catkins all over the city, plums are yellow and rainy'?"

"I know this," Professor Yizihu shouted, raised his hand to stop the others' speeches, and chanted proudly: "Lingbo is not Hengtang Road..."

Li Xicheng respectfully said goodbye to a few reluctant Chinese professors. He forced a smile and said thank you twice to the girl who led the way. He ran downstairs and kept running... and kept running...

He wanted to pounce on Teacher Cai's arms and cried and said, "Mom, mom, I've met a ghost."
Chapter completed!