I, the soft heroine, make money!

The physiological response of yawning, half-closed eyes.

"I said Manager Zhong..."

Just halfway through the words, the yawn was so frightened that he took it back.

Ruan Jiao stared blankly at the group of people outside the door.

"Yan... Teacher Yan?" She rubbed her eyes and blinked.

Behind Yan Ke, the videographer was carrying the machine, and yelled at Ruan Jiao.

"Just woke up?" Yan Ke curled his lips.

"Well, I stayed up late last night..." I didn't sleep until three o'clock in the morning.

Yan Ke smiled knowingly.

The girl in front of her was wearing a set of white rabbit pajamas, her whole body was fluffy, and she looked extraordinarily soft.

On the palm-sized face, because of just getting up, the porcelain-white skin has a warm pink color, which makes people look at it, and has the urge to squeeze it.

Maybe the consciousness is not fully awake yet, when Ruan Jiao called her, she was in a daze, with a little milky voice.

This soft and milky look, in Yan Ke's eyes, made her heart soften by two points.

She softened her voice and touched the top of Ruan Jiao's head, "Go in first, it's cold outside."

"Yeah." Ruan Jiao came to her senses, opened the door, and let the program crew follow in.

Yan Ke opened the curtains of the living room with ease, and the room, which was still dark just now, was immediately filled with whiteness.

Ruan Jiao raised her hand, covered her eyes, and walked towards the kitchen.

"Go wash up first," Yan Ke held her back, "I brought you porridge, drink it while it's hot."

"Ah?" Before Ruan Jiao had time to say thank you, she was pushed out of the living room in a daze.

As soon as she left, Yan Ke stepped into the kitchen.

Find the refrigerator and open it - as expected, there are only rows of milk and drinks in it.

Just as she was about to take out the drinks and distribute them to the staff, she paused and her gaze stayed on the side grid of the refrigerator.

Next to the milk, there are several small boxy boxes neatly placed.

She picked up a box and looked at the packaging.The same action was repeated five times.

Five boxes of black tea, five different brands, have not been opened.

After closing the refrigerator, Yan Ke did not leave the kitchen immediately.

As if thinking of something, the corners of her lips began to rise slowly, and the originally calm eyes also began to flicker at this moment.

After adjusting his slightly messy breathing, Yan Ke took the drink and asked Luo Yilin to greet the staff.

In the living room, several photographers were dutifully taking pictures.

The coats, comic books and gossip magazines lying around on the sofa are all the focus of their camera.

As for the coffee table, there was a pile of tomes with "new energy" in the title, and of course they were photographed again and again.

……

In the car downstairs in the community, the director looked at the picture on the screen, scratched his head, and looked at the little assistant next to him with a puzzled expression.

"Ruan Jiao's next drama is a workplace drama?" I haven't heard of it.

"Workplace dramas are not popular recently, director." The little assistant pays attention to the latest film and television trends every day, "Even if there are workplace dramas, it will not be in this direction."

Lawyer, doctor, president, which one is not easy to write?Who would waste time writing about new energy science?

"I read those books, and it doesn't look like I haven't read them." The director was aroused with curiosity, "Didn't it mean that Ruan Jiao didn't read in serious high school? When did she understand English professional books?"

"Could it be a play?" The assistant asked uncertainly, "In the past, some guests knew that the show crew would make a surprise attack, and they would prepare something that was easy to hype."

A girl idol with a vocational high school diploma, in addition to performing, she teaches herself a certain high-level major—isn't it just a natural hype hotspot?

"I don't think so." The director shook his head.

"The persona of the hype literary girl is not bad, such a highly professional thing is easy to reveal the truth once it is hyped." What's more, things like foreign languages ​​can be heard as soon as they are heard.

The two discussed for a while, but they couldn't satisfy their curiosity, so they could only continue to watch patiently, hoping that Ruan Jiao would give her an explanation.

……

On the other side of the camera, Ruan Jiao has finished washing.

Her messy hair was tied up in a high bun, bouncing and bouncing as she walked.

"Teacher Yan!" She raised her small hand and waved it in front of the other person's eyes, "Do you want to put on hand cream? I squeezed too much."

Yan Ke didn't speak, but stretched out his hand.

Ruan Jiao pursed her lips and smiled, and rubbed half of the hand cream on the opponent's hand.

Ruan Jiao lowered her head and carefully wiped off the white ointment on her hands as soon as the two hands were touched.

A faint orange smell gradually spread in the air.

Neither of them spoke, but the atmosphere seemed a little different.

The photographer was the first to feel the pink bubbles in the air, and quickly turned the camera to capture the ear tips of the two people who were gradually turning red.

After applying the hand cream, Ruan Jiao raised her small hand and smelled it with satisfaction before picking up the sweet porridge Yan Ke handed over.

"Mr. Yan, would you like some food?"

"I've eaten it." Yan Ke tore off the wrapping paper and handed her the spoon as well.

Ruan Jiao buried her head and concentrated on drinking the porridge.

The little tucker on the top of her head flickered as she raised and lowered her head, making Yan Ke's heart soften.

When Ruan Jiao finished drinking a big bowl of porridge and threw herself on the sofa, she realized that something was different.

Why is the living room so tidy today?

She flicked her eyeballs, and finally realized that her clothes, comics, and magazines had all been neatly packed and placed on the single sofa beside her.

"Teacher Yan?" She rubbed against Yan Ke's side, touched her nose, looked very embarrassed, and whispered thank you.

"Do you want to put it in the bedroom?" Yan Ke pointed to the folded clothes.

"Yeah, I'll do it myself."

Xiao Yaoji jumped back and forth twice before he carried the pile of clothes back and put them away.

Yan Ke sat in the living room and waited for her. After seeing that she was done, she started the program.

"Tell us about where you live?"

"Yeah." The house is not big, with a layout of two bedrooms and one living room. Apart from the bedroom, it is also a room for dancing and singing.

After the introduction, Ruan Jiao turned to the photographer and asked, "How many hours did you shoot today?"

"The filming will end tonight." The photographer explained today's arrangement to her.

"Ah? Is that so..." Ruan Jiao covered her mouth with her hand and yawned, "Is there any specific task?"

"No, the two are free to play, and today we only shoot daily routines."

"Understood." This is an optional question.

She immediately kicked off her slippers, collapsed on the sofa, and announced loudly: "My daily routine today is to sleep!"

Photographer: ...

Yan Ke smiled lightly.

Ruan Jiao curled up on the sofa, a small ball; the hood covered the lively little tusk, making her palm-sized face even more petite.

Two white and tender little hands are covering their little faces at the moment, motionless, it seems that they are really planning to sleep on the sofa for a day.

The photographer turned to Yan Ke for help, and got a knowing look from the latter.

The photographer is relieved.

With Teacher Yan here, don't worry about Ruan Jiao stopping the filming.

Yan Ke squatted beside the sofa, and patted lightly on the hood with ears.

"Are you sleepy?"

"Hmm..." The soft voice sounded the same as being coquettish.

"Go to bed and sleep, I will call you in two hours."

"Is it okay?" Ruan Jiao opened her fingers, and her dark eyes met her through the fingers.

"can."

Photographer: ...

This is different from what you said, Mr. Yan.

Chapter 17

sleep?nonexistent.

The photographer's eyes full of resentment were almost turned into reality, Ruan Jiao could only stop walking towards the bedroom.

"Why don't you go cook with Teacher Yan." The photographer suggested thoughtfully.

"Uh..." Ruan Jiao felt guilty.

Not to mention that there is nothing in the refrigerator except drinks.With her culinary skills of only cooking instant noodles, if she really cooks in front of the camera, she will probably lose her fans again.

"Mr. Yan, it's almost noon, let's order takeaway." She blinked desperately at Yan Ke, signaling her to cooperate with her.

Yan Ke didn't answer, but looked at her anxious appearance, smiled and remained silent.

"Ms. Yan, what do you like to eat?" Ruan Jiao gave her a "cooperative" look again, "I know which ones are delicious, and I will definitely not let you down."

"I don't like eating takeout."

"Oh..." Ruan Jiao's shoulders collapsed in an instant, and her little face was also sad.

"I have a bad stomach, so..."

"!!!"

Ruan Jiao raised her eyes, and the dejected expression just now disappeared, and instead she felt a little more distressed for the other party.

Is it because you are too busy with work?

As she guessed, teacher Yan's expression of clutching her stomach and pained brows and eyes immediately appeared in her mind, and she couldn't help but feel a throbbing pain in her heart.

"Teacher Yan," she said with a cute face, "Then let's go shopping, and I'll cook for you."

"Okay." Yan Ke nodded.

Ruan Jiao quickly ran into the bedroom, and within 3 minutes, she changed into a white down jacket and wrapped herself up to her ankles.

Just like a big white dumpling.

However, what Yan Ke noticed was the tragic look on the little girl's face as if she was generously going to death - it was so unbearable.

Thinking of the empty refrigerator in the kitchen, and the way the little girl had just tried her best to order takeaway, she pressed the corners of her upturned mouth.

Can't cook, like to eat snacks, like to drink milk, like to eat sweet things.

I like to act like a baby.

"It really is a child."

……

After changing their shoes and putting on their masks, the two headed towards the nearest supermarket.

In order to avoid attracting the attention of too many passers-by, only a photographer followed behind.

There is sunshine at noon, but the winter wind is more piercing.

Ruan Jiao shrank her neck, bent her waist and jumped twice, and the hat of the down jacket fell down lightly and delicately, and it just covered her head.

Seeing this, Yan Ke slightly raised his eyebrows.

Ruan Jiao grinned: "Haha, my unique skill! Is it amazing?"

"Excellent." Seeing her little proud expression, Yan Ke pursed his lips and praised, his eyes fell on the other side's fair neck, and his eyes moved slightly.

"Cold?"

"Cold!" The chilly wind poured straight into her neck, driving away her drowsiness.

Yan Ke stopped, took off the scarf around his neck, and handed it to her.

"Ah! That's not what I meant, Teacher Yan." Ruan Jiao looked slightly embarrassed, and quickly shook her little hand at the other party.

"It's okay, I'm not cold." Yan Ke wrapped the scarf around her neck.

When the gray wool covered the thin white skin, she moved her eyes and helped the other party to press the scarf under the chin. She didn't stop until she was sure that even a breath of wind couldn't get in.

"Thank you, Teacher Yan." The voice was soft and sticky, only a pair of clear and clear eyes were showing on Yan Ke's whole face.

"It's nothing." Yan Ke paused, straightened her hat, turned around and continued walking.

The two walked side by side on the road, and Ruan Jiao, who approached the side of the road, smiled silently and narrowed her eyes.

On the scarf, there is still the residual warmth of Teacher Yan, soft and warm, with the sweet fragrance of orange blossom.

Every time I took a breath of air, I could smell the smell of Teacher Yan.

"Teacher Yan." Ruan Jiao spoke softly like a thief.

"Ok?"

A soft little hand reached into Yan Ke's pocket with warmth.

The temperature from the back of the hand made Yan Ke's hand stiff for a moment, and then moved again. He held that one with his backhand and put it into his pocket, but he only dared to put the back of his hand against her little hand.

He clasped his hands together, and there was a little bit of warm dampness on his palms.

"Mr. Yan, the down jacket is too thick, my hands are sweating from the heat..." Someone walked with his head buried, his voice low.

"Well, I'll buy the same one next time."

Ruan Jiao breathed out quietly and kicked away a stone in front of her.

"Teacher Yan didn't notice."

Although she knew that Teacher Yan treated her differently from others, she was not sure what position she had in Teacher Yan's heart.

Is it a junior who you want to support when you are on a whim, or a plaything you want to pass the time when you are bored, or something else?

When she put her hand into Teacher Yan's pocket, her face was calm, but her heart was already extremely nervous - what if she was rejected?If rejected, can the photographer delete this paragraph?

The other party's rigidity at the beginning made her heart hang in the air for an instant.

"It's okay." She breathed a sigh of relief.

"It seems that I still like Teacher Yan very much o(*?︶?*)o"

"Even if I make dark dishes later, I believe Teacher Yan will not blame me!"

Letting go of the uneasiness in her heart, Ruan Jiao even started to jump up and down, and she didn't care so much about the fact that she was about to leave a dark history of cooking in front of the camera.

The sun is just right, and the whole body is warm.

Looking at Bai Tuanzi next to him who suddenly became happy, Yan Ke pursed his lips, and tightened his grip on the delicate and soft meat in his hand.

……

Go back to Ruan Jiao's residence.

After washing the vegetables, Ruan Jiao looked at the plate of blanched chicken wings in front of her, frowning.

Beside, Yan Ke had already heated up the oil pan, and slipped the tenderloin wrapped in flour into the pan.

The movements are smooth and flowing, and they are done in one go, and they are full of beauty when they are held and put away.

Ruan Jiao was dumbfounded.

Re-fried, fried sauce, out of the pan, sprinkled with white sesame seeds.A plate of sweet and sour pork tenderloin with good appearance and good taste was placed in front of Ruan Jiao.

"Gudu~" the voice of swallowing saliva.

Yan Ke hooked his lips: "Just made it, it's still a little hot, it's just right to eat later."

"Teacher Yan, I can cook. Really!" Ruan Jiaoxiao blushed, and there was a bluff in her tone.

"Well, I know." Yan Ke washed the pot and turned on the fire again, "However, let me do it today, and you can do it next time you have a chance, okay?"

"Okay." The voice couldn't be lower.

"Pass me the chicken wings." Yan Ke said as usual, as if he didn't notice her embarrassment.

"Uh-huh."

Ruan Jiao gave up completely, and at the same time relieved, she attacked Yan Ke with peace of mind.

Half an hour later, three dishes and one soup were served on the dinner table.

Looking at the photographers around the table, changing angles to take pictures back and forth, Ruan Jiao suddenly felt inexplicably proud.

Although she didn't do it, it was done by her teacher Yan!

She is still helping out!

"Teacher Yan, it's delicious! Your cooking skills are great!"

After tasting every dish in one breath, Ruan Jiao clapped her two little hands sincerely: "I'll give you [-] points, I'm not afraid of your pride!"

Yan Ke chuckled and continued to eat the vegetables in the bowl.

Ruan Jiao picked up a piece of red and hot tenderloin, waved to the photographer, and started an exaggerated broadcasting performance in front of the camera.

"Next, let me introduce you to the sweet and sour pork tenderloin made by Mr. Yan."

"The more precious a delicacy is, the more ordinary it looks on the outside, such as this piece of sweet and sour pork."

"Nice~" Ruan Jiao took a bite.

She slowly finished the piece of sweet and sour pork with an expression of great enjoyment.

Finally, the corners of the mouth were raised, the eyes were narrowed, and a sweet dimple appeared in the smile.

The happy expression of a cartoon girl after eating delicious food emerged on her face, which can only be seen in comics.

The photographer quickly gave a close-up of the lens.

Yan Ke couldn't help laughing, put down the chopsticks in his hand, looked at her, and slowly raised the corners of his lips.

Ruan Jiao sipped, eating very intently.

When the mouth is full, the cheeks bulge slightly, like a little hamster trying to hide food.

Just watching her earnestly eat, Yan Ke felt that the green vegetables in front of him seemed to have become more delicious.

The photographer took a picture of a warm scene of the two having dinner, and turned off the camera very considerately.

"Let's come here first in the morning. The two teachers will eat first, and we will continue at two o'clock in the afternoon." Seeing how delicious Ruan Jiao's food was, their stomachs began to protest.

"Thank you for your hard work."

Luo Yilin dutifully sent several cameramen out, and she also left together.

No one bothered, Ruan Jiao snickered and ate more happily.

……

After lunch, Ruan Jiao took over the job of washing dishes.

However, Yan Ke was frightened by his unskilled movements. In the end, the two of them worked together to tidy up the kitchen.

Ruan Jiao concluded: "Teacher Yan, we need a dishwasher, right!"

With a wrinkled face and a serious suggestion, Yan Ke was slightly taken aback, and then agreed with "Yes".

Ruan Jiao covered her small mouth and yawned continuously.

"Now I can finally sleep..." She was so sleepy from drinking and eating that she almost couldn't keep her eyes open.

After a brief grooming, Ruan Jiao jumped in front of Yan Ke, squatted at her feet, staring at her eagerly with bright and bright eyes.

"Aren't you going to take a nap?" Yan Ke looked up from his phone.

"Teacher Yan..." The voice was full of expectation.

"Ah."

"Doesn't Teacher Yan take a lunch break?" It would be great for the two of them to take a lunch break together.

"No, I don't have the habit of taking a lunch break." Yan Ke put down his phone, "Go to sleep, I'll call you when it's time."

Ruan Jiao opened her mouth, but didn't speak, her eyes were full of disappointment, she looked pitiful.

Yan Ke pressed the corner of his mouth, and pointed to the piles of books and magazines on the single sofa.

"Can I read these books?"

"Okay." Ruan Jiao nodded.

"What about these?" Yan Ke walked over and picked up a stack of A4 papers that he found in the morning.

"Ah? These..." Ruan Jiao was a little guilty, and observed the expression on Yan Ke's face, and found that it was not different from usual.

"Ms. Yan can read it if she wants to." On the stack of A4 papers, they were actually related to the patents she applied for, as well as the proposals she made in a flash of her brain at the time.

She is still very confident in her professional level, but...

"Teacher Yan..." Qiqi Aiai's voice.

"What's the matter, aren't you still sleepy?" Yan Ke had already held the A4 paper in his hand and began to flip through it.

"No..." She was thinking about how to explain to Teacher Yan why the original owner, who had never attended a university, suddenly had these things.

However, Yan Ke obviously didn't seem to be curious about this question, so he didn't ask her.

"Then..." Ruan Jiao got up nervously, "Ms. Yan, I'm going to take a nap first."

"Well, go, pay attention to cover the quilt."

Ruan Jiao walked slowly towards the bedroom.

Yan Ke didn't put down the A4 paper in his hand until he saw the bedroom door was ajar and Yan Ke was sitting on the sofa.

A pensive expression gradually appeared between the originally faint eyebrows.

Chapter 18

"Ruan Jiao..."

Ruan Jiao fell into a drowsy sleep, suddenly, she seemed to hear someone calling her.

Who is it?

The man called out several times, each time with a softer voice, which made her, who just had a little consciousness and wanted to wake up, feel erratic, and wanted to stay on the bed even more.

Yan Ke was helpless.

The child nestled in the quilt, curled himself up into a ball, held the corner of the quilt with one hand, and put his face in the gap between the pillow and the corner of the quilt, sleeping very soundly.

Her small face was mostly covered by the quilt. When Yan Ke called her, she opened her mouth slightly.

The cute sleeping appearance made Yan Ke purse the corners of his mouth, stretch out his hand, and gather the hair sticking to her face.

The warm cheek, with an inexplicable attraction, pulled the finger, lingering on the skin of the face again.

"Teacher Yan..."

The hand resting on his cheek paused, and he retracted it as if nothing had happened.

The person who spoke in a low voice just now rubbed the corners of the quilt on his face, showing no sign of waking up.

It turned out to be just raving.

Yan Ke smiled lightly.

Also, the voice is so small, if she hadn't gotten close, maybe she wouldn't have heard that she was calling her name.

Another 10 minutes passed, and it was 5 o'clock in the afternoon in [-] minutes.

Yan Ke made up his mind, raised his voice a bit, and called out again.

The person who was called frowned, his eyelashes moved slightly, and finally slowly opened a small gap.

"Teacher Yan?" The voice sounded softer than when the door was opened in the morning.

"It's almost 2 o'clock, and the photographer will be coming up soon."

"Aw~~~" The reluctant villain buried his whole face in the corner of the quilt, "Why so fast? It feels like I only slept for 5 minutes!"

Yan Ke didn't speak, but sat on the edge of the bed and looked at her amusedly.

Is this a complaint?Why is it that she said it softly when she said it was obviously a complaint, it's no different from acting like a baby.

"It's time to get up..." She gently twitched the corner of the quilt, holding back a smile, "If you don't get up again, the photographer will enter the bedroom and take pictures of how you lie in bed."

"Woo..." This sentence is very effective.

Ruan Jiao, who just wanted to hide herself under the blanket, immediately turned over and threw off the blanket.

She rubbed her eyes, blinked her big eyes, her eyes drifted away, it seemed that she hadn't fully recovered her consciousness.

The ceiling was all white.

The temperature of the quilt has slipped away with the air, and the warm feeling is gone.

He rolled half a circle on his side, rested his two small hands on his forehead, rolled his eyeballs around, and lay still again.

"The weather is so nice, why can't you take a good nap?" The sunshine in winter is so rare, is there a more comfortable place than a bed?

"If you sleep for too long, you will suffer from insomnia at night." Yan Ke patiently waited for her to recover.

The kid who was always alive and kicking on weekdays looked weak at the moment, and even his voice had a hint of laziness.

The face that always had various small expressions on it was also dull at the moment, as if it had been immobilized.

She was obviously lying on the bed, but that soft and sticky appearance just couldn't be hated.

Not only did she not hate it, but... it seemed not bad to spend it with her all the time.

"Would you like some water?" Yan Ke asked.

"I don't want to drink..." Ruan Jiao's voice was soft.

"Would you like something to eat then?"

"I don't want to..." Ruan Jiao looked at her with an aggrieved face, "I'm on standby right now, I don't want to think about anything..."

"Don't want anything?"

"Yeah." The two small hands moved from the forehead to the cheeks, tapped and tapped, tentatively speaking, "Teacher Yan..."

"Ok?"

"Teacher Yan, please charge me first, okay?" His clear and clear eyes sparkled, and his voice was extremely low, "I'm almost out of battery."

"Charge it?" Yan Ke secretly smiled, "How do you charge it?" Do you charge it with snacks?

"I want to be hugged by Teacher Yan..." Ruan Jiao, who had been blinking at her just now, immediately closed her eyes and opened her arms wide after finishing the last two words.

Yan Ke's eyes moved slightly.

The last time I asked her to comfort her in the company, I put my hand into her pocket in the morning, and started to hug her in the afternoon—this person is so good at acting like a baby.

I don't know if she has heard of such unscrupulous acting like a baby, but how many people are scared away by her sarcastic remarks.

She never used to act like a baby before.

The kid is fine, every time he acts coquettishly, he is very righteous.

But... the trembling eyelashes and tightly tensed jaw made her, who had been acting for more than ten years, raise her eyebrows - the child was nervous.

The thin and slender eyelashes are like two small fans, shaking and shaking, making people feel better for no reason.

Yan Ke couldn't hold back, and smiled silently.

Now... she seems to have started to eat this.

Leaning|bent down, she wrapped her arms around the opponent's waist and shoulders, half dragging and half hugging him up.

The little girl's waist was too thin, and she held it in her arms, as if it would be broken if she was not careful.

"Is it still on standby?" She took him into her arms and hugged him gently.

"Yeah, no." Ruan Jiao hugged her back vigorously, rubbing her head against the crook of her neck, "With teacher Yan's hug, I'm fully charged now."

Yan Ke didn't open his mouth, an imperceptible smile slowly widened from the corner of his mouth.

"Hey!"

Ruan Jiao opened her eyes with a look of shock: This voice definitely did not come from her!

His eyes swept towards the door, and as expected, the photographer was already guarding there with the machine on his shoulders.

Seeing her open her eyes and looking over, the photographer, with a smile on her face, silently gave her thumbs up, and then made a gesture of holding a heart with one hand.

When the two of them went out in the morning, she didn't grab the opportunity to follow up. She didn't expect to come a few minutes earlier in the afternoon and take pictures of the fairy.

Although Teacher Yan's face was not photographed, she knew that this pair of CPs was stable just by seeing the rare patience that Teacher Yan showed when she woke up Ruan Jiao.

Not to mention, Teacher Yan also took the initiative to "charge" it!

As a member of Yan Fan Army, who wouldn't want to be woken up so gently by Teacher Yan!

The two had only talked for 5 minutes, but she had already changed from lemon essence to CP fan——Teacher Yan is too spoiled.

"Hey..." Ruan Jiao was really embarrassed now.

She lowered her head, left her embrace reluctantly, smoothed her hair in a concealed manner, and walked out the door.

In the living room, the two looked at each other silently.

Seeing Yan Ke's hand reaching out to the stack of A4 papers on the tea table, Ruan Jiao bit her lower lip, her ear tips that were about to lose heat turned red again at this moment.

"Teacher Yan, let me make some tea. What kind of tea do you like?"

"Count to the left, the second type." Yan Ke took the A4 paper, and at the same time had an extra pen in his hand.

"???" Ruan Jiao was stunned for a while before she realized, "Is it the second from the left in the refrigerator?"

Since the last filming, she discovered that Teacher Yan likes to drink black tea, so she prepared several kinds of tea at home.Did Teacher Yan find out?

She froze in place, causing Yan Ke to raise his eyes, and saw her ecstatic little face at a glance.

"The teas you chose are all good, but since it's winter, let's drink Pu'er."

"Yeah." Ruan Jiao came back to her senses and nodded heavily, "Teacher Yan has a bad stomach, and drinking Pu'er is just right."

After finishing speaking, he bounced back to the direction of the kitchen.

Yan Ke, who was sitting on the sofa, shook his head slightly, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Within a few minutes, Ruan Jiao came out with two cups.

"Teacher Yan, be careful of scalding." She put the black tea on the table, the curling heat and the unique rich aroma of black tea immediately lingered between the two of them.

"Thank you." Yan Ke, who smelled the aroma of tea, looked at the cup of the other party, and sure enough, it was hot milk again.

The two different fragrances are strangely blended in the air, dispelling the cold of winter.

In Yan Ke's eyes, a faint smile flashed away.

Getting up from the sofa, she imitated Ruan Jiao's example and simply sat on the carpet, surrounded by a small corner of the coffee table with her.

She placed a few English books and a stack of A4 papers filled with densely packed small characters between the two of them.

"Like energy science?" She blew on the tea soup and took a sip.

"Hmm..." Ruan Jiao held the mug and hid her small face behind the mug.

He looked left and right with his dark eyes, but he didn't dare to look directly at Yan Ke. He looked like a primary school student who was called by the head teacher for questioning.

"It looks very interesting, can you introduce, what are these books about?"

"Ah?" Ruan Jiao raised her head, met Yan Ke's encouraging face, and finally felt relieved.

As long as she is not asked why she has changed so much suddenly, she is not afraid - as for the introduction of books and so on, she has read them countless times when she was studying, and she has long been familiar with them.

She picked up one of the books, shaking the colorful cover on it.

"Actually, there are many new energy directions. Wind energy, solar energy, nuclear energy, biomass energy...all belong to the research direction of new energy science."

"I've heard of it before." Yan Ke was quite interested. "What is biomass energy? Can you briefly introduce it?"

"This... As long as waste plants are used and the energy generated by them under the action of microorganisms is considered biomass energy. For example, using straw and leaves can produce biogas, and biogas can be burned. In this way, both Household gas can also be used to drive gas turbines.”

"Sounds very environmentally friendly." Yan Ke was thoughtful, "However, it seems that there are not many places that use biomass energy in China. Is it because of technology?"

"Yeah," Ruan Jiao looked at Yan Ke with big eyes admiringly. As a layman, Teacher Yan was able to find the key point at once.

She took a sip of slightly scalded milk and continued to explain.

"Technical barriers are the primary factor. In addition to this, there are also issues of industrial transformation and national conditions."

Yan Ke nodded, expressing his understanding: "Are there other similar, relatively rare new energy sources?"

"Yes, ocean current energy, tidal energy, and salinity difference power generation should be relatively rare for the general public."

……

The aroma of tea curls up, and the milk is mellow.

The two were very interested, and the topic of discussion, from new energy, naturally transitioned to Ruan Jiao's patents.

After Ruan Jiao finished introducing her research results on lithium iron phosphate batteries, a group of photographers in the room were too surprised to speak.

Cute little idol, popular science online? ! !

stunned.jpg

Chapter 19

at the same time.

Downstairs, the director sighed, Ruan Jiao, a black hole in the variety show, was really not sent by the superiors to piss him off?

In the morning, I interacted with Teacher Yan in various ways, with pink bubbles, and it became like this in the afternoon.

Although the character design of the scientific research girl is indeed novel, it also depends on what program it is on. If it is put on a program like "Super Brain", it is a powerful tool for attracting fans.

As for putting it in "Heartbeat Diary"...Let him go, is this still a love show that blows the hearts of thousands of girls?

How can anyone discuss the pros and cons of nuclear energy and hydrogen energy without talking about romance when they are in a relationship?

Teacher Yan too... didn't even bother, and let Ruan Jiao divert the topic.

so tired.

If we continue discussing like this, we might as well change the program to "100 Questions about Popular Science"!

In the car, the director sighed, the peaked cap on his head was torn off and put on again by him, over and over again.

……

The director was on the black line, the cameraman was in shock, and Yan Ke's assistant Luo Yilin was stunned the whole time.

The two people who were talking were still in high spirits, and there was even a trend of getting more and more excited as they chatted.

Ruan Jiao's small science class on new energy science made Yan Ke smile frequently and looked at her with admiration.

In Yan Ke's eyes, Ruan Jiao's initial image was just a little-known draft idol.

It wasn't until after investigating Ruan Jiao's performance in the original company and being amazed by her on-the-spot performance in the finals that Ruan Jiao really caught Yan Ke's eyes.

However, even so, Yan Ke only asked Luo Yilin to keep an eye on Ruan Jiao's situation for the next six months, and did not continue to support her. On the one hand, of course, the system showed that Ruan Jiao's happiness value was relatively stable. There's no need to think of ways to make her happy; on the other hand, the two have never met before, and Yan Ke doesn't want to make himself a victim in the eyes of others.

It wasn't until nearly a month or so after getting acquainted with Ruan Jiao, seeing her childishness, and seeing her persistence and hard work in creation, that Yan Ke was really willing to raise her like a younger generation.

So much so that now... Yan Ke himself sometimes can't tell whether he wants to make Ruan Jiao happy because of the system's reminder, or because of other reasons.

At this moment, a "Ruan Jiao" who she didn't know before appeared, which made her even more astonished and pleasantly surprised.

What's more, it's an emotion called pride?

If you want to make an analogy, it is probably the feeling of a parent discovering that a child who has not attended school for a few days suddenly skipped a grade and was admitted to a top university.

After sorting out the feelings in his heart, Yan Ke himself laughed.

"Teacher Yan..." Ruan Jiao looked at her different smile and felt uneasy, "Am I too whimsical?" She had just talked so happily that she uttered all her business plans.

"How could it be?" Yan Ke put away his wandering thoughts and looked into her eyes, "Although I don't know much about this field, in my opinion, your research results on the battery system have unlimited potential. "

"I...I feel the same way!" Ruan Jiao bit her lips and smiled, half complacent, half embarrassed after being praised.

Holding the milk in both hands, she hid her small face behind the cup, not wanting the person opposite to feel that she was too proud.

"domestic