He Is Warmer Than Time

"Then what to do?"

"Huh? What should I do?"

Gu Jingxing touched her cheek with a cocooned fingertip: "I delayed your homework, what should I do?"

Song Ran raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Make up for me, give me a make-up lesson."

Gu Jingxing laughed in a low voice: "Okay, I'll make up lessons for you."

Song Ran asked again: "Do you have a final exam for adult undergraduates?"

"Well, there are troops."

"Then how many points did you score?"

Gu Jingxing raised an eyebrow to look at her: "Which discipline are you asking?"

"advanced mathematics."

"One hundred points."

Song Ran tremblingly pointed at him: "You... are you justified? I took such a high score by myself, but the subject only took half of your score. The disparity in strength is so great. The main responsibility lies with you. I."

Gu Jingxing laughed in a low voice and stretched out his hand to rub her head. The laughter was particularly indulgent: "Okay, the responsibility lies with me. With me, I will help you with tutoring, and you will lose your merits, okay?"

Song Ran was holding his transcript, his psychological imbalance reached the extreme, and he asked, "How is the test in other subjects? Is it in English?"

"Take it."

"How many points?"

"Ninety-eight points, perfect score in atomic physics, perfect score in electromagnetics, perfect score in thermodynamics statistics..."

Song Ran covered her heart: "Okay, okay, don't say anything, I'm going to beat people anymore."

Gu Jingxing smiled softly: "I am freer than you. I have time to study. You are too busy."

Song Ran nodded: "Yes, I'm just too busy."

This excuse is good.

Gu Jingxing touched her head: "Okay, let's have dinner first, and after dinner, I will teach you a lesson. If you master the method, you will be able to pass it all. It's not difficult."

Song Ran hung on him: "Then I would like to ask Teacher Gu for advice."

The two had dinner together. The sun grew longer. It was 6 o'clock, and the setting sun was still faintly sprinkled on the dinner table through the balcony. Gu Jingxing's fish head tofu soup was delicious, and Song Ran couldn't help drinking two more bowls.

After eating, he held his stomach and couldn't move.

Gu Jingxing washed the dishes and chopsticks, took the books and came over: "Okay, the class starts."

Song Ran looked at him bitterly: "You don't need to be so diligent, right? I just finished eating, can you let me rest for a while?"

Gu Jingxing pulled her to lean against herself: "Well, listen first, and I'll talk about it. I will sort it out for you, let you know what it is, and how it is, you can sharpen your knife and not chop wood by mistake, and get the title. , You can’t just do it, you have to understand the deep meaning, so that next time the same question type, you will pass Belden."

Song Ran leaned on him and nodded frequently: "Well, it makes sense."

Gu Jingxing flipped through the book and began to lecture: "The more difficult thing in higher mathematics is calculus. It is important to learn advanced mathematics. It is very important not to be restricted by the thinking of middle school. Some concepts of middle school are wrong..."

Song Ran leaned on him softly, listening to his low voice, watching the sunset outside the window disappear inch by inch to the horizon, the earth gradually dimmed, and her eyelids gradually drooped down.

That's it, Song Ran, how come you become a scumbag who gets sleepy as soon as you listen to the class?

Maybe the environment is too comfortable;

Perhaps Gu Jingxing's voice was too low and sweet.

Song Ran leaned on his arm. Gradually, his eyes were completely closed, allowing me to close my eyes and rest for a while.

Gu Jingxing talked for a long time, then turned around and saw that the girl was sleeping soundly, completely rotten and uncarving.