man god man god you lost a boyfriend

But no matter how much Song Ziqi rants in his heart, he still has to accept this status quo obediently.

Song Ziqi walked to the door of the boy's room, and gently knocked on the door. The knock was not loud, but enough for the people in the room to hear. However, after Song Ziqi knocked on the door, he waited for a long time, and no one in the room responded. .

Song Ziqi silently told himself in his heart: Calm down!calm!Be calm!

……hateful!Can't calm down!Bear kids are the most annoying!

Song Ziqi gritted his teeth silently for a while, then stretched out his hand patiently and knocked on the door again.

There was still no reaction after that.

Song Ziqi: "..."

Song Ziqi continued to grit his teeth in the dark for a while, then decisively stretched out his hand and pushed the door open.

As soon as he opened the door, Song Ziqi subconsciously took a look at the decorations in the room, and then he was dumbfounded. He saw that the bookcases in the room were full of various figures, such as Hatsune Kagamine Heavy Voice Patrol and Weak Voice, What little empress Ayanami Rei, but the most eye-catching thing is a pillow that is as big as the body of a cannon girl on the bed... Besides the pillow, no matter it is the curtains in the room or the sheets on the bed, there are Q version of the picture of the cannon lady printed on it. The walls of the house are covered with posters of all kinds of sisters, leaving no gaps.

Seeing so many sisters in the room, Song Ziqi felt a little nervous. Although he liked sisters quite a bit, it still felt weird to be stared at by so many sisters in the room...

When Song Ziqi entered the room, the young man was lying on the bed, buried his face in Sister Pao's pillow, and remained motionless, even when he heard Song Ziqi's footsteps entering the room, he still didn't lift his head.

"Ahem, your name is Xiao Zhong, right? Well, my name is Song Ziqi, and I'm your tutor now. You can call me Teacher Song." Song Ziqi cleared his throat and said softly to the boy lying on the bed.The boy lying on the bed remained motionless, as if he hadn't heard anything.

Song Ziqi gritted his teeth, and continued to probe, "Xiao Zhong, I see that there are many girls in your room. Do you like her very much? In fact, I also like her. Why don't we have a chat?"

Song Ziqi tried to start from the aspect of hobbies and hobbies, and brought up a common topic with the young man, but it was of no use. The young man remained motionless, as if lying dead.

Song Ziqi was a little helpless, he really didn't know what to do with such a brat who didn't like oil and salt...

Sure enough, bear children are the most annoying!

After a while, the boy on the bed finally moved. He squirmed slowly, like a big bug, then lifted his face from Sister Pao's pillow, and looked up at Song Ziqi.

His eyebrows are exquisite and delicate, and his eyes are black and white. Being stared at by him like this, Song Ziqi suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, and he coughed softly: "What's wrong?"

The boy uttered a monosyllable with a blank face: "...um."

"Huh? Huh?" Song Ziqi was confused.

The boy explained blankly: "...well, I like Sister Pao."

Song Ziqi: "..."

Sao Nian, your reflex arc is really long, it can circle the earth, right? !

Although Song Ziqi complained silently in his heart, he was still very happy that the young man was finally willing to communicate with him, so he quickly tried to talk to him: "I like her too, this kind of tsundere girl is the cutest...then you Do you like Index? I think Index is super cute too..."

After Song Ziqi babbled on for a while, he realized that the young man hadn't opened his mouth, and the atmosphere fell silent again.

After a while, the boy said slowly: "No."

"Huh?" Song Ziqi was at a loss again.

After a long while, the boy said blankly again: "I don't like her."

Song Ziqi: "..."

Sao Nian, your reflex arc is really long, it can circle the earth twice, right? !

After a while, the boy said again: "I only like Sister Pao."

Song Ziqi was silent for a while, then smiled and said: "Then let's talk together when we have time, let's talk about studies first, shall we? I heard from your mother that your grades in other subjects are good, but English is a bit weak. I can't, so I hope I can help you with some English tutoring... By the way, my name is Song Ziqi, and you can call me Teacher Song from now on."

The young man was silent for a while, and then he called out expressionlessly: "...Song Ziqi."

Song Ziqi coughed lightly: "Call me Teacher Song."

The young man let out a faint oh, and then repeated it expressionlessly: "Song Ziqi."

Song Ziqi: "..."

……never mind!What are you fussing about with a brat.

"Okay, as long as you like it," Song Ziqi silently accepted the address, "Then let's talk about your English now. What do you think you are not good at?"

The boy made a thoughtful face, and after a while, he said expressionlessly, "I don't know."

Song Ziqi: "...Then what do you think you are good at?"

The boy continued to say with a blank expression: "I don't know."

Song Ziqi: "..."

It's so hard to communicate!

Song Ziqi groaned silently in his heart for a while, and then resigned himself to his fate and said to the young man, "Okay, show me your English book first, and if you have test papers and practice questions, show me the same."

The young man silently glanced at Song Ziqi, then lowered his head and buried his face in Sister Pao's pillow. After a long while, he silently climbed out of bed and went to look through his schoolbag.

Song Ziqi looked around the room again while the young man was flipping through his schoolbag, and looked at the posters of the girl on the wall. Song Ziqi silently came to the conclusion that this guy is a two-dimensional otaku, maybe I will be chasing and chasing at station b, and maybe I can find common topics from this aspect at that time.

After a while, the boy walked over with an English book, some test papers and some exercise books in his arms, and silently handed them to Song Ziqi.

Song Ziqi took it over and looked at it, and was speechless for a moment. He turned to the first page of the English book, and he didn't even write his name, but he drew a picture of Miss Pao. He opened the second page of the English book, and drew a picture of Miss Cannon in Q version. On the third page of the English book, I drew a girl in uniform, and on the fourth page of the English book, I drew a girl in a swimsuit...

How can I have a good English score if I spend my English class time painting Sister Pao? !

He flipped through the boy's exercise book, and suddenly became speechless again. There were a lot of blanks in the multiple-choice questions, and there were a few horizontal lines drawn in the writing composition. Well!Even during the exam, I was painting Sister Cannon!

But I have to say that the painting is not bad, it can be called a big touch level!

After reading, Song Ziqi silently made a simple evaluation of the young man's English level: "...the painting is not bad."

The boy accepted the compliment with a blank face: "Thank you."

Song Ziqi put down the high school English book in his hand, and sighed silently. It seems that he has to teach from the beginning.

Song Ziqi asked a little unwillingly: "Have you learned grammar in junior high school?"

"……forget."

"Always remember the 26 English letters ==?!"

"……perhaps."

"Probably what ==? Are you really not sure?!"

"Wait, are you really not sure? You can recite it for me ==."

The boy was silent for a while, and then recited it silently.

Song Ziqi breathed a sigh of relief: "What, you can memorize this very well, don't scare me." If he can't even memorize all 26 letters, he really doesn't know how to teach them at all.

The young man glanced at him silently, and then said softly: "...Isn't this common sense?"

Song Ziqi: "..."

...Is he being despised?

Yes yes yes absolutely yes!

At this moment, someone suddenly knocked lightly on the door, and then pushed the door open.

Song Ziqi looked back subconsciously, and saw the boy's mother walking in with a tray. She smiled at the two of them, then put down the tray in her hand, and put two glasses of milk on the table: "You guys have been talking for so long , must be thirsty."

Song Ziqi got up quickly: "Thank you, but you don't have to be so polite."

"It's rare for Xiao Zhong to have such a happy chat with someone." The young mother smiled slightly and said to Song Ziqi, "It seems that you get along very well. He likes you Xiao Song very much."

Song Ziqi: "..."

How did she know that they got along well==?How can it be seen that the boy likes him ==?He was so cold that he almost froze in place!

However, at this moment, the young man sitting opposite Song Ziqi, who was quietly drinking milk, nodded silently.

After a while, he responded softly: "...um."

Song Ziqi: "..."

Wait, what does nodding mean?

The teenager's mother smiled slightly: "You guys continue to chat, I'll go out first."

She turned and went out with an empty glass.

Song Ziqi flipped through the English book again, and finally put it down: "... Forget it, I'll go back and prepare for the get out of class first, and I'll give you a formal class next time. Let's talk about something else today, shall we?"

The boy looked at him silently, then nodded.

"Then shall we chat about something casually?"

"Ah... I saw a few super cold jokes yesterday, let me tell you."

Song Ziqi had a sudden whim, took out his phone, turned to the Weibo joke he saw yesterday, and read a few of it.

The boy listened silently, expressionless.

Song Ziqi: "...Uh, isn't it cold?"

After a while, the boy suddenly sneezed.

Song Ziqi was stunned for a moment: "What's wrong? Have you caught a cold?"

The boy said blankly: "Your jokes are so cold that I catch a cold."

Song Ziqi: "...Pfft."

Before leaving, Song Ziqi asked the boy's mother cautiously: "Then do I need to come next time?" Did he pass the interview?

The boy's mother smiled slightly and nodded: "Xiao Zhong likes you very much."

Song Ziqi hesitated for a moment, and couldn't help asking: "...why?"

The boy's mother paused for a moment, and said, "If it's someone he doesn't like, he won't even say a word to him...and I know my son best, so I can tell that he must like him very much." you."

Song Ziqi couldn't help but asked again: "Why?"

The boy's mother smiled slightly and said: "From childhood, he has always liked good-looking people, whether they are men or women... After all, everyone has the desire to love beauty."

Song Ziqi: "..."

... After working for a long time, it turned out that he was also a face control.

Could it be that the previous tutors were all fired because they were not good-looking enough? !

"By the way, I always forgot to ask, I don't know your last name?"

Song Ziqi suddenly remembered this question, and asked apologetically.

The boy's mother smiled and said, "My surname is Ye."

Song Ziqi glanced at the boy's room again: "Then what is Xiao Zhong's full name? I just flipped through his book, and there is no name written on it at all..."

Mother Ye smiled slightly: "Ye Zhongya."

Mother and son have the same last name?

Song Ziqi was stunned for a moment, and then thought silently, could it be that Mother Ye and Father Ye both happened to have the surname Ye?

... What a coincidence.

However, the painting style of the name Ye Zhongya seems a bit familiar.