The sweet smell of citrus

Song Yi didn't know if he really didn't know or if he didn't know. After blinking his eyes, he tilted his head and said innocently, "Didn't you just say that the table was dirty?"

"I saw that your hands were empty when you came, as if you didn't bring anything, and you certainly didn't bring any paper, so can I lend you to wipe the table?"

"You want me to clean the table myself!?" Cheng Jialan couldn't believe it.

"Ah?" Song Yi opened the book, she sat with the backlight, her face was soft, her temperament was gentle, but she was surprised when she asked, "What's the matter? Student Cheng, don't you know how to wipe the table?"

She spoke very naturally, but Cheng Jialan felt that she heard the voice of the words.

You can't even wipe the table, are you a primary school student?

……

!

"I will!" Saying that, the eldest lady took the toilet paper and began to wipe the table vigorously.

Not to mention... the eldest lady is pretty good at cleaning tables.

The table was wiped clean very quickly.

What makes Song Yi feel very strange is that... her expression changes too much, sometimes proud, sometimes ashamed, and then full of energy, and they all fit together seamlessly, making people feel that there is nothing wrong.

After Cheng Jialan wiped the table, the class started.

Song Yi piled up the books he had collected yesterday on her desk. At this moment, the chemistry teacher also walked into the classroom.

In order to maintain her personality as a perfect goddess and a friendly monitor, Song Yi patted Cheng Jialan's elbow and said something that the young lady couldn't use, "Student Cheng, mathematics is a very important subject in the college entrance examination." Our teacher Lei is Jiang Ke's mathematics expert, so you must not miss this class."

Cheng Jialan glanced at her, but said nothing.

Song Yi didn't care if he didn't get a response, Miss Tsundere, she understood.

But now she can't take care of the eldest lady anymore. Recently, her math level has dropped a lot. She has to listen to the class carefully and contact her a lot to make up for the lost knowledge.

After listening to the class for a while, Song Yi couldn't help becoming intoxicated.

Teacher Lei is worthy of being Jiang Ke's ace teacher. Jiang Ke knows everything, even in subjects like mathematics, he can quote classics and speak so interestingly.

It's... so wonderful!

The character design of learning the goddess never collapses, Song Yi takes notes very fast, and the mind map is also very neat.

Cheng Jialan on the side watched her quickly sinking into her studies:? ? ?

What the hell?

Is that how she is?Just finish the teacher's class and listen to it?

Just dumped her aside?Cheng Jialan was in a daze for a while in his place.

At about the middle of the class, Teacher Lei played the sample questions and gave the students below some time to master them by themselves.

Song Yi quickly pulled out his test book, and started working on the questions.

She had done a question similar to this one in Feng bào volume 3 once, and she had some ideas, so it didn't take long for Song Yi to finish the question.

She was the first in the class to raise her head; she was also the first in the class to make eye contact with the teacher.

Teacher and student looked at each other, Teacher Lei raised his head slightly, Song Yi understood, and pressed his chin with a smile. The two quickly completed the perfect exchange, with smiles overflowing from their eyes.

Cheng Jialan:?

What are the two of them doing?

and also! !

Why is everyone ignoring her! ?look at her!

Maybe Cheng Jialan's gaze was too hot, after relaxing, Song Yi finally noticed her.

"Mr. Cheng, why don't you do this question?"

Cheng Jialan breathed a sigh of relief, looked up at her, did he deliberately ignore her?Trying to get her to pay attention with this - delayed giving fishing method?

Don't even think about it!She has read psychology books and played psychology games.

"I can't answer this question."

"Isn't it?" Song Yi raised his lips, "Not at all?"

"Ah."

Let's see, it's time to rush forward to talk about the topic, right?

Heh, doesn't she know her father's way of selecting people?Press down on her first, ignore her, and then wait until she feels uncomfortable, and then jump out and tell her something to make her rely on her.

Snub first, then delay giving, and then appear as the rewarder.

Feeling as if he had obtained all the truth, Cheng Jialan, who was 1.6 meters taller, looked down at Song Yi.

Song Yi looked at the topic for a while, then frowned slightly, "If you don't know anything about this topic, Mr. Cheng—"

"Then I suggest you apply for evening self-study first, go home and see if your parents can hire you a 1v1 teacher."

"This first question is relatively simple knowledge learned in the first year of high school."

Cheng Jialan: ...

Cheng Jialan: "You are fine."

"Ok?"

"Ah."

Rubbish.

Dead liar.

Those books are all made up by liars.

-

That night.

After a day of study, I entered the daily sage-wiping water stage.

Song Yi exhaled, and then took out a time card from his desk drawer.

Ah, although I don't know why this new transfer student is hostile to her, uh.

Maybe it's because I'm taller than her, IQ is higher than her, and I'm more popular than her.