Chapter 1590 You Are My Faith (2)

The next second, the children cast curious eyes one after another.

The little figure in the dark corner seemed to be watched by so many people for the first time.

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 daily class activities, he hardly participates in it and is quiet, so he has no sense of presence.

Now it was rare to see the usually silent child speaking. Liu Lin was stunned for a moment and almost didn't react.

But soon, she realized this was an opportunity to get him involved in class activities.

As a considerate teacher, 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 teachers and children?"

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

As usual, no matter what the teacher asked, he seemed to be mute and just made no sound.

How timid.

Liu Lin glanced at the other leading teachers.

Several teachers seemed helpless towards him.

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

Except for his mother, the teachers have not seen him take the initiative to talk to anyone so far.

Therefore, in this case, Liu Lin could not force him to answer.

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

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

"good!"

The children carrying schoolbags didn't think much, and their voices were crisp and clear.

Loud.

Liu Lin quickly made a gesture of silence.

"Shh-kids, keep your voices down, don't disturb other people~"

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Next, the story about the angel continues to be told.

The lively children, carrying their schoolbags, followed the leading teacher.

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

Only at the back of the team was a lone person.

The child, who looked only seven or eight years old, was still standing there.

Her small hands tightly grasped the strap of her schoolbag, and she stood in front of the picture gifted by God, looking at it quietly without 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-skinned skin and red lips, charming and alluring.

The black wings behind him were stretched out. Perhaps because he was close to God, the wings were even covered with a light golden light.

Very beautiful, you can tell, but also very squeamish.

Leaning in God's arms and hooking him, it's like making your own little 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, his lips as pink as cherry blossoms were bitten silently.

He seemed a little embarrassed and a little annoyed.

"I don't like Cecia just because she's pretty..."

His small hands tightly grasped the strap of his schoolbag, and his soft and depressed voice could only be heard by himself.

"certainly not……"