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Packing up his schoolbag after class, Mu Su touched the homework book, respectfully put it into the schoolbag, and patted it while holding the schoolbag, "Let's go, I'll take you back to have a good time."

On weekdays, when Qingfeng comes to Musu's house for tutoring, Musu always looks lazy, leaning on the sofa and watching TV.But today, before I rang the doorbell, I heard the sound of slippers inside, and opened the door head-on, "You're here!"

Qingfeng froze for a moment, looked around, "There is no one else."

"Come in quickly, let's go do our homework!" Mu Su hurriedly pulled him into the house, even waiting for the time for Qingfeng to change his shoes, "Come in quickly!"

"What's wrong with you today?" He reached out and touched his forehead, but it didn't feel hot, but why did he look so strange?

"I can't wait to do my homework. You came too late. I stood at the window and watched it several times." He said, dragging the breeze to his room, "Hurry up!"

Musu was sitting upright, with his hands neatly placed on his knees, and a stack of homework books in front of him. Qingfeng motioned for him to open it, but he heard him say, "Don't you look at today's homework? If there is any difficulty, you can do it." A mental preparation."

"Difficulty..." Qingfeng still didn't believe that he could be stumped by the questions in the second year of junior high school.

"Help me open it!" With a bossy look, I don't know what medicine I took wrongly.

In desperation, I could only take the top one and turn it over, and asked, "Which pages did your teacher say you did?"

"Of course it's the page you turned to." Musu stared forward, and glanced at it from time to time, but Qingfeng reached out and grabbed his ear, "Why do you talk inconsequentially? Which page did you turn to?"

"Of course you're stupid..." Mu Su took out the homework book, but it didn't take long for his head to get into it. Qingfeng didn't know which page he was looking for after flipping through the book.

"Hey, where did you go? Why didn't you?" Mu Su frowned and flipped through the pages, shaking the little hair on his forehead as he flipped the pages.

"Just tell me which pages your teacher has assigned, and stop playing."

"Oops..." Mu Su jumped anxiously, flipped through all the homework books, and poured out all the things in the schoolbag. After looking at it for a long time, Qingfeng didn't know what he was looking for, but he knew that the child dropped something. , hurriedly comforted, "Don't worry, don't worry, tell me what you dropped? Is it caught in that homework book?"

"My bonus, I put it in the homework book for you to see, it's gone..." Mu Su shook the homework book vigorously, but it couldn't drop a dime. Missing?"

"Your bonus? What kind of bonus?" Hearing that the money was lost, Qingfeng rushed to help find it, but he couldn't find half a dime after searching several times.

Musu wanted to cry, but Qingfeng had never seen this stiff boy shed tears before, and was a little flustered, "How much money, where is the bonus?"

"I have made great progress, and the teacher gave me a reward of 20 yuan, 20 yuan!"

"Progress award? 20 yuan..." Qingfeng glanced at the messy desk, reached out and touched his trousers pocket, found a wad of broken money from it, picked out a 20 yuan note and placed it neatly in front of him." This 20 yuan is your progress award."

Mu Su sat on the chair angrily and turned his head away, "No, this is different!"

"What's the difference? It was given by the teacher, and I gave it." He said and clipped the 20 yuan note to the homework book, "If you make progress in the future, I will also give you a progress award."

"You are here to make money, how can you give me money back." Mu Su lowered his eyes slightly, obviously still not happy.

Qingfeng stretched out his hand and rubbed his head, then patted helplessly, "I like what the teacher gave, but I don't like what I gave? Every time I have tutoring, I will be invited to drink porridge, and I have a lot of dinner money left over, so I can even out the amount." Come out to reward you."

"Do you really think I've improved?" Mu Su crossed his arms around his chest, squinting slightly, with a questioning expression on his face.

"If you really don't want it, I can take it away." He reached out to take it, but was patted by Mu Su, "Then I will reluctantly accept it. If you let me know who took my money , I killed him."

Speaking of which, I felt a little relieved, tidied up the desktop and started to do the questions.Qingfeng secretly looked at Musu's profile, thinking about the series of unusual actions just entered the door, he couldn't help laughing, "Could it be that you are...wait to come and flirt with me."

"No way!" His cheeks were slightly flushed, who knew it was a joke.

"You're quite childish, try to get a bigger bonus next time." He squeezed Musu's cheek, and Musu knocked him off with disgust, "I'm not you, I'm not going to let you get the scholarship. "

"You won't see the scholarship again, just run away. Even if you run away, you can still chase after him. Seeing that you are very flexible, you should run very fast." He raised his eyes and tapped on the painting on the wall. He had a premonition that Mu Su He will meet his expectations of himself. This child is pure in nature, and his life in the future should not be too bad.

After the tuition was over, Mu Su ran out, followed by Qingfeng curiously, but after a few steps, the child's wailing came from the kitchen.

"What's wrong?" Putting his hands in his pockets, he walked into the kitchen and saw that Musu was looking at a rice cooker with a very sad expression on his face.

"The porridge is cold..." Holding the rice cooker with both hands lovingly, "I cooked it and put it there, why didn't it keep warm? Is the rice cooker broken?"

Qingfeng approached and inspected the circle, almost bursting out laughing, and shook the plug, "You are not plugged in, how can it keep you warm?"

"It's a rice cooker, can't it keep warm just by covering it?" Mu Su suppressed the sadness on his face and turned to be very dazed.

"It's not an insulated bucket, can you still expect it to cook and keep warm?" He said, pouring the porridge from the rice cooker into the pot. Not bad."

"If you hadn't pestered me to finish all the questions, the porridge would definitely not be cold." Leaning listlessly, he watched Qingfeng skillfully cook the porridge, stirred it with a spoon, put in some seasonings, and I cut some minced vegetables and threw them in, and it was out of the pan in a blink of an eye.

Musu took a sip and found it very delicious, so he couldn't help but praise, "Qingfeng, come to our house to cook in the future, and you can earn an extra salary."

"Why don't you say that I have taken care of all the aunt's work, and I will have no worries about food and drink in the future."

Musu seemed to be thinking about this problem very seriously, rubbing the porcelain spoon on his lips, "What you said makes sense, why don't you come to work tomorrow?"

"Stop making trouble." Looking at the time on the clock, he finished his porridge in a hurry, took his backpack and was about to leave.

"Don't leave, it's fine to stay at my house so late, there is a guest room at home." Mu Su took a sip of the porridge and there was no one in front of him. "Hey, the weather forecast will rain tonight, heavy rain!"