Quick Transmigration: The villains don't follow the routine!

"so what?"

Although Jiang Jue couldn't see and was suppressed, there was no panic on his face, and he was always indifferent.

Song Le was choked, and muttered in a low voice: "So why don't you just smile at me?"

"What's so funny." Jiang Jue asked lightly.

Song Le decisively: "Then why did you laugh just now?"

"Because you are stupid."

Jiang Jue's understatement, as if 'stupid' is not a derogatory term for him, but a pure adjective.

Song Le: "..." Feeling bored and aggrieved, she got up.

"Okay, okay...you are the smartest, you are so smart that you will go to heaven..."

But still couldn't help it, and murmured out the complaints from the bottom of his heart on weekdays.

Song Le hummed and chirped for a while before saying, "For example, tomorrow I'm going to queue up to buy some new flavors of pudding..."

Hearing this, Jiang Jue pursed her lips again.

"..."

But it happened to be the topic Song Le was most unwilling to face.

This time it is Jiang Jue's turn: "..."

"But I still want to listen to it again." Song Le said bravely.

But Song Le was happy when he saw his expression moved.

Jiang Jue didn't laugh immediately, but reminded lightly.

Such calm came to the midterm exam.

Jiang Jue pursed his lips and said nothing.

However, sitting upright, Song Le held his breath and listened meticulously——

Jiang Jue pursed his lips, stopped the game in his hand, took off the earphones, and was puzzled: "What should I remember?"

Song Le had no choice but to say one word at a time: "Two, two..."

In order to better practice listening, Song music is played outside and adjusted to a similar volume.

Song Le came to the intense exam preparation time again, with double pressure and English CET-[-].

"Huh?" Seeing that she didn't answer, Jiang Jue wasn't in the slightest unhappy mood.

Song Le was frustrated, and poked himself with the end of the pen cap, and he really went back to life.

During this period of time, he obviously smiled at Song Le a lot more, although each time it was only a shallow arc, which disappeared in the blink of an eye.

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Finally, he asked, "Does it hurt?"

"Ah."

Not even an 'oh' or 'um' is given anymore.

Song Le said listlessly: "It hurts, but it's useless to be hurt. I didn't remember the ones that should be remembered, and the ones that shouldn't be remembered are always lingering in my mind."

Every day when Jiang Jue was playing games, he couldn't stop hearing the sound of her hitting her head on the table.

Jiang Jue couldn't help lowering his eyes when he heard this, and raised his lips.

From time to time, when I asked Jiang Jue how to do it, he was usually thrown back by a few formulas and thought hard.

"Check the answer."

He whispered: "Jiang Jue, I like you more and more, you look so pretty when you smile."

Song Le had no choice but to take out the answer and correct it reluctantly.

"How many did you write?" Jiang Jue seemed to be particularly leisurely tonight.

"Jiang Jue, I'm going to play the listening comprehension." She turned on the phone.

She continued to do the questions.

"Neither one is right." Song Le was about to cry.

After finishing the math papers with great difficulty, Song Le still had to study hard for the real English papers.

Jiang Jue let out a low snort, "Will the invigilator be accurate?"

Indeed, the level [-] listening is only played once.

The end result is...

Seeing that there is only less than a month left before the fourth level, Song Le's heart aches.

Sure enough, she heard her next sentence: "Jiang Jue, you must help me..."

Seeing that he was unmoved, Song Le quickly moved over, gritted her teeth, hugged his hand and began to 'act like a baby'.

It can be said that it is completely contrived.

Jiang Jue bent one knee, put one hand on the knee, and the other hand was held by her. She felt that it was about to be broken, and said indifferently: "... let go."

"Don't let me go, unless you guarantee that I will pass level four." Song Le said in a low voice.