【Original God】I am looking for the flesh and blood of love in time and space

The reason why Qingqi became a teaching assistant is somewhat interesting.

At least that's what the girl thinks.

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The admirer was sitting on the desk in front of the window, with the completed homework on one side and the notes taken from class under his hand.

Since the start of class, Qinqi Zhe has habitually opened the window in front of his desk, so that when he looks up, he can see the warm yellow light coming from the girl's closed window.

She was probably a little afraid of the wind. Whenever she was at home, the window would be closed tightly.

But even so, the light gray figure of the girl can still be faintly seen through the not too rigid window paper.

"..."

The Qingqi took one look, then lowered his head, circling absentmindedly.

Are you asking a question? Or batching assignments?

Has she approved his homework now?

If he could get it all right, would she open the window—

Praise him?

the other side--

The girl is indeed reviewing homework, but she has not yet approved the assignments for Qingqi.

She now doubts whether her education policy is correct - or is the question she left behind too difficult?

She must have a particularly bad expression right now - at least she can no longer hold back her smile.

At this moment, the girl heard the sound of knuckles tapping on wood.

"..."

The girl calmed down her expression a little, put down her pen and rubbed her face, then took a deep breath, smiled, and then opened the window:

"Is there a problem?"

"Huh? Xiaobai?"

The moment she saw the Qingqi, the girl's originally stiff expression softened subtly, and even the corners of her eyes curved slightly:

"what's wrong?"

"I," Qingqi Zhe probably noticed something and shrank, "Are you in a bad mood?"

Can you see this?

The girl lowered her eyes, brushed the strands of hair around her ears, and sighed softly:

"There's nothing we can do about it. We teachers are all like this."

Then, the girl looked at the Qingqi with a smile:

"But I got better after seeing you."

"So, our classmate Xiaobai, what's the matter?"

"Well," Qingqi Zhe felt a little guilty inexplicably, but now that he had finished speaking, he could only bite the bullet and continue, "I, there is a question that I can't do."

"Teacher Yue, can you give me some guidance?"

The girl was stunned for a moment, then took the Qingqi Zhe's homework book:

"Can't even Xiaobai know it?"

In her memory, she seemed to have left a rather difficult question, but logically speaking, it should not be difficult for those who admire it.

Could it be that she really made the question difficult?

"Well... Xiaobai, next time you get a question wrong, don't black out the answer, okay?"

"Huh? Sorry, I won't do it next time."

The admirer turned his head uncomfortably, and the girl just thought it was rare for him to be lectured and she was embarrassed, and started to read the topic.

"This question..."

"Understand?"

"I understand, thank you, Teacher Moon."

The Qingqi raised his eyebrows and was about to reach out to take his homework, but found that the girl had no intention of returning the homework to him, and instead pressed it under her own hand.

"Huh? Do you want to take it back? Anyway, it has to be handed in tomorrow, so just leave it here with me." The girl looked at the homework and sighed, "I want to reflect on the difficulty of my questions. .”

The Qingqi man lowered his eyes, as if he felt guilty, but he would never disobey the girl's words, so he nodded obediently, and even closed the window for the girl thoughtfully before leaving.

After the girl finished marking the homework in her hand, she rubbed the bridge of her nose and started to look at the homework that Qinqi had just handed over to her.

Really, when did he develop this habit of scribbling?

The girl lifted the page up, and the warm yellow candlelight shone through the paper and became hazy.

"Eh--"

The girl straightened up and looked at that place carefully.

"——Xiao Bai, didn't he write it correctly?"

This goes on for several days, and the Qi Qi people will ask questions.

But later on, he would not scribble, but would directly blank out the question he was asking, and then when the girl's absolutely harmless question "You don't know how?" he nodded obediently, and then used his A pair of innocent and clear eyes looked directly at the girl.

......

Ok.

Lost to him.

"Miss Moon's questions are getting easier and easier."

The Qingqi man raised his head in distress.

It was indeed a bit simple for him, so simple that when he asked these questions again, he didn't believe it.

"There will be no classes tomorrow..."

"Tuk-tuk."

A knock on the door—not accurate, because the sound was so close to him.

The curious reader's eyes left the pages of the book, and then turned to the window in front of him. In the warm yellow swaying of the candlelight, there was a vague figure of a person in front of the window.

So the admirer opened the window and saw the girl's smiling face.

"Classmate Xiaobai."

The girl immediately saw the almost-finished homework spread out on the table by Qingqi Zhe, and nodded with satisfaction.

"Little Moon——Teacher," Qingqi Zhe subconsciously hid his homework, "Do you need any help?"

"Sorry, if that's the case, I might have to trouble you until I finish my homework - soon!"

"Pfft—" the girl laughed, "I can wait for you to finish your homework, but I don't need your help."

The girl raised the bag in her hand:

"It's the teacher's home visit to the students."

"Is it convenient for me to come in?"

"Of course!" Qingqi's voice was unusually loud, and he quickly opened the door:

"Please, please come in."

The girl held the bag behind her back with both hands, then walked slowly to Qingqi Zhe's desk, bent down and looked at the homework he was completing, and then chuckled:

"It seems that our classmate Xiaobai hasn't chosen yet what question to ask me today."

"!"

It was discovered!

"I-I didn't mean to increase your workload!"

"I, I...please don't be angry"

The Qingqi's face turned red, and he didn't know where to look with his eyes. He clearly didn't do anything else, but the word "panic" was clearly visible. In the end, he didn't know how to express it. My apology was actually a ninety-degree bow to the girl, but I just bent my waist and didn't hear a response for a long time.

are you angry?

Qingqi became even more worried, but still couldn't hold it back. He was about to quietly raise his eyes to look at the girl, but in front of him was the girl's enlarged face.

"I finally looked up."

The girl straightened up, smiling slyly and shaking the thing in her hand at him:

"We, Xiaobai, seem to be good at pretending to be nice, right?"