Quick Wear: Inferiority is the best dowry for men

After explaining a question, He Sheng asked him to organize his thoughts and continue writing. She had little homework and was not in a hurry. While she was writing, she wanted to see what Song Jiali was doing.

He Sheng supported his face with his left hand and turned his head to watch Song Jiali writing and drawing on the paper. The light in the living room was not glaring, and Song Jiali's handwriting was neat and tidy. He Sheng began to daydream as he watched.

Song Jiali noticed He Sheng's gaze. The scene of her explaining the problem to him just now was still vivid in his mind. Staring at him like that made him very afraid that she would find out that he didn't understand.

At this point, he couldn't continue writing. He tried to start writing several times, but gave up several times.

He Sheng watched for a long time and finally realized that his pen had stopped moving. "No more?"

Song Jiali was a little nervous, afraid that He Sheng would scold him, but he really didn't understand, so he nodded slightly.

He Sheng pulled his question over and said, "Let me see how far you've come."

Song Jiali watched her quickly find the points he didn't understand and grasp the key steps.

She said, "Come closer, and I'll start telling you from here."

Song Jiali wanted to move closer, but was afraid of disturbing her by being too close. He was also afraid that his breathing would displease her. He held his breath and listened to her. When he raised his eyes, he could see her serious expression.

Before he could read it carefully, He Sheng knocked his pen on the table, "Look at the question, why are you looking at me?"

Discovered. Song Jiali immediately focused his attention.

He Sheng was afraid that he couldn't see clearly what she wrote with the pen in her hand, so she took the initiative to move closer and said, "Look carefully."

Song Jiali's whole body was tense. They were too close... they were almost sticking together. He could no longer hear anything in his mind. He just wanted to retreat, but he was afraid of making He Sheng dislike him, so he froze in place without moving.

He Sheng said three or four sentences but didn't get a response from her. He looked at him sideways and found that his expression was not very good. He Sheng moved the stool away a little, "Sorry, I didn't know you don't like to get too close to people. I won't do it next time."

While Song Jiali breathed a sigh of relief, he was also annoyed that he was useless. She was just explaining a question to him, so why was he so nervous and causing her trouble?

After this time, when He Sheng explained the questions to him, he began to pay attention to the distance between the two of them. After he finished explaining the question and was sure that he had also mastered it, He Sheng sat down and started to write the papers.

After writing a few strokes, Song Jiali wanted to look up at He Sheng. He didn't mean it... Would she hate him because of this? After all... he was too troublesome.

After struggling for a long time, I couldn't help but write her a small note, [It's not your fault, I'm just too sensitive, I don't blame you. ]

After seeing this, He Sheng took a while to realize that they were talking about being too close. "Ah, it's okay. Everyone has their own social distance that they think is appropriate. It's normal. I've experienced it this time, and next time I will accommodate your social distance. It's nothing."

Song Jiali wanted to explain that he didn't mind her getting close to him, at least not as much as other people getting close to him. But she said that, and Song Jiali felt that he would only make matters worse. He wrote half of the words on the note and then crumpled it into a ball in his hand, forgetting it.

At eleven o'clock, Song Jiali finally finished his homework.

He Sheng yawned and packed up his things, saying he would deal with the rest another day.

The two of them washed up one after the other, said good night to each other and returned to their rooms.

Song Jiali did not close the door immediately. He saw He Sheng enter her room and then turn off the light, then he turned off the light in his own room.

Lying on the bed with his heart in a mess, he didn't want his relationship with her to be too strained. After all, she would soon be his nominal sister... and, if nothing unexpected happened, they would have to live under the same roof for a long time.

He still couldn't help thinking about the note. If he had known earlier, he would have... It was useless to know earlier. He hated people getting close to him and there was no way to cure it...

Song Jiali couldn't help but feel terrible about himself. He never thought that this problem would bring such serious consequences.

Feeling annoyed, Song Jiali forced himself to fall asleep.

At seven o'clock the next day, the alarm clock rang. He Sheng came out of his room. With sleepy eyes, he saw someone at the dining table. He greeted him casually and then turned into the bathroom, "Good morning."

After washing her face, He Sheng woke up. No, He Yilian and Song Kang both went to work at seven in the morning. At this time, besides her, Song Jiali was the only one left in the house.

He Sheng poked his head out of the bathroom and looked towards the dining table. It was Song Jiali, but he was still wearing an apron.

"You made breakfast?"

Song Jiali looked back at her and nodded.

He Sheng continued to wash up, and when she came out, Song Jiali showed her the words on the sticky note, "I used to make breakfast at home, so I made breakfast for the whole family."

He Sheng was surprised, "Then you got up so early."

[It's OK. Breakfast is simple and doesn't take up much time. ]

On the plate was a sandwich, which was indeed quite simple in comparison. "Thanks for your hard work."

He Sheng sat down and started eating, and Song Jiali sat opposite him and ate his portion.

He Sheng gave a thumbs up while eating, "Delicious! Great cooking!"

Song Jiali felt a little embarrassed by the compliment, and He Sheng noticed that his ears turned red.

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A day's study starts with morning reading. I take out my Chinese textbook and my English textbook and start memorizing. I memorize until I feel dizzy and sleepy.

After yawning for the sixth time, He Sheng decided to put down the words she was learning and start memorizing Chinese instead. Although she knew all these things, she still had to attend the morning reading class.

The thoughtful Song Jiali handed over a bottle of medicated oil and instructed He Sheng to apply it on the philtrum. He then demonstrated it to her.

He Sheng saw that he was so skilled in the movements, he must have dozed off a lot. He thought so and said so. Song Jiali was embarrassed to cover his face with a book. Who wouldn't feel sleepy in the third year of high school? He was just an ordinary person.

He Sheng tried to apply it, it was really stimulating, it even lifted the top of her head, and she was indeed not sleepy anymore, her nose was full of the smell of wind oil.

After enduring for three seconds, He Sheng silently took a wet towel and wiped it. If he had known it would be so stimulating, he would have let her fall asleep directly.

It worked well, but she didn't want the woosh.

The first class is our dear mathematics.

The math teacher finally got to the big questions. The second question of each question was a long essay. He wrote from the front blackboard to the back blackboard. The densely packed numbers made people sleepy just looking at them.

So He Sheng fell asleep, holding the pen in his hand as if he was still writing, and lowered his head to meet Zhou Gong.

Song Jiali noticed this and silently moved his body, trying to block the math teacher's sight. He didn't know if it would work, but it was better than nothing.

She was lucky, the math teacher really didn't notice. He Sheng woke up as soon as the bell rang. She rubbed her eyes and saw the math teacher leaving. "The get out of class is over."

He Sheng took a sip of water and took the test paper that Song Jiali remembered was full of notes. "Then it's my turn to explain it to you. Tell me where you should start to understand."

Song Jiali was surprised how she knew he didn't understand, but thinking about his performance last night, it seemed normal that he didn't understand.