The scholars all want to train me to become a talent

"School bully, you are so boring."

Hearing this, Zhou Xing turned his head to look at him suspiciously, "Are you hallucinating?"

Chen Chuirui shook his head, pinched his nose, and slapped: "You smell all over your body, how much perfume have you been wearing!"

perfume?

Zhou Xing frowned, raised his hand to smell it, and said, "It's not as exaggerated as you said."

No smell, okay?

Chen Chuirui said: "That must be because you have a problem with your sense of smell. Didn't you notice that many people avoid you?"

Zhou Xing recalled it carefully, and kept digging in his mind. Finally, he still had no impression, so he waved his hand: "I didn't find it."

Students shuttled through the corridor after school, there were always more unfamiliar faces than familiar ones, and the wind lingered in the corridor, taking away the smell of perfume on Zhou Xing's body.

It was only when they reached the corridor that Zhou Xing separated from Chen Chuirui. They didn't go together, one went to the bathroom, and the other went to the office to look for books.

The door of the office was wide open, and Zhou Xing walked straight in. The homeroom teacher bent over and held a mini water bottle, watering his succulent delicately.

Vice-principal Liu had his hands behind his back, bent over with a beer belly, and watched the head teacher pour water.

As if it wasn't enough, he stretched out his fingers and twisted it. If the head teacher didn't stop him, he might have to twist the leaf off.

"Report."

Zhou Xing made a sound out of embarrassment.

The two people in the office turned their heads at the same time. Zhou Xing smiled, but he didn't enter the door. He just stood at the door and asked, "Teacher, do you have any more English textbooks?"

The head teacher put down the kettle, stood up, and said, "I'll look for it."

"What do you want the English textbook for?" The head teacher's things were clearly classified, and he dug out a brand new English textbook from the pile of books beside him.

Zhou Xing said: "I dirty classmate Yu's book."

Vice-principal Liu started to imagine: "Did it get dirty while studying together?"

He was full of anticipation, with a kind smile on his face.

Although Zhou Xing felt a bit offended by his conscience, he still said honestly, "No."

This didn't affect Vice Principal Liu's mood. He patted Zhou Xing's shoulder with a smile, and said earnestly: "If you don't understand, ask classmate Yu Jue if he knows?"

To be honest, until now, he has never asked Yu Jue a single question.

Yu Jue took the initiative to teach him the only few studies.

However, so what if he taught, he didn't learn anyway.

"Okay." Zhou Xing agreed with a smile.

The class teacher handed him the book, and asked by the way: "Why did you dirty classmate Yu Jue's book?"

Zhou Xing took the textbook and said vaguely, "I took the wrong book, and then accidentally...haha..."

The head teacher didn't ask any more questions, and gave him a stack of homework books, and asked him to hand them out in class.

On the contrary, Vice Principal Liu, with a serious face, said that Zhou Xingyue would be satisfied if he could score 50 points in each subject in the exam.

Zhou Xing smiled and said that he would work hard, and then left the office.

Yu Jue wrote the questions on his seat, this time it was not the Mathematical Olympiad, but a stack of English papers.

From his flat expression, no emotion can be seen. The matter of the book being painted seems to have been left behind by him, it is just a small episode.

Zhou Xing walked over lazily, he took out the pen in Yu Jue's hand, and under the gaze of the other party's indifferent glazed eyes, he raised his eyebrows and handed over the new textbook.

"Hey."

Seeing that Yu Jue was not moving, he simply threw the textbook on the desk, twirled the pen with his fingers, and sat back in his chair with his long legs draped casually.

A soft bone.

"Pen." Yu Jue reached out for a pen, his eyes moved slowly with the words, staring at Zhou Xing.

Zhou Xing shrugged and threw it back to him.

He leaned on the chair and watched Yu Jue gently put the new English textbook into the drawer, then held the pen again and continued to write his paper.

Not long after the two of them were silent, squad leader Xiao Ming came over with a stack of homework books and asked with concern: "Idol, how is your recent study progress?"

Zhou Xing stretched out a finger and shook his head at the same time, sighing: "I think the progress is slow."

"Ah?" Zhong Zhiming was puzzled, maybe because of his idol, he mustered up the courage to ask Yu Jue, who was writing the paper next to him, "God of learning, how is student Zhou Xing doing? How long does it take to solve a problem?"

The tip of the pen stopped suddenly, Yu Jue looked up at him, then at Zhou Xing.

When Liuli glanced over, Zhou Xing thought he was done for, he didn't ask any obvious questions.

The words at that time were just verbal words, to bluff Zhong Zhiming.

Yu Jue looked at him for a moment, then said lightly, "Generally, for a long time."

Zhou Xing: "..."

"Then what do you think is Zhou Xing's main problem? Can you correct it?"

Zhong Zhiming asked enthusiastically.

Yu Jue replied without hesitation: "It's stupid, let's see if he wants to."

Zhou Xing: "..."

Zhong Zhiming obviously couldn't believe that Yu Jue said that Zhou Xing was stupid, he really wanted to open his mouth to refute, but after thinking about it carefully, it seemed that he was indeed... After all, he is a person who can learn a problem for almost an hour...

God, who can come and save poor student Zhou Xing.

"Student Zhou Xing must be very willing to correct it. Do you have any good ideas? The monthly exam is coming. He studies so hard, so he can't get 10 points in the exam, right?" Zhong Zhiming set the flag for Zhou Xing, "Do you think I'm right, idol?"

"..."

wrong.

I'm out of my mind.

Zhou Vinegar nodded cooperatively, and said, "Xiao Ming, don't worry about it, you can study with Xiao Fu and the others, and I will ask Yu Xueshen myself."

As he said this, he didn't forget to push Zhong Zhiming and persuade him to go back to study quickly.

After being interrupted by him, Zhong Zhiming's attention was completely changed. He took out a business card from his pocket and gave it to Zhou Xing.

He said: "This is a team of teachers who specialize in supplementary tutoring. They have strong professional skills. When you are an idol at home, you can invite them."

Zhou Xing's eyelids twitched, he smiled: "Okay, I will."

"Then..." Zhong Zhiming smiled shyly, "Come on."

"Well, come on."

After squad leader Xiao Ming left, Zhou Xing came to his senses. He took out a set of papers that were too clean to hold a speck of dust, held his refill and said to Yu Jue, "Dear deskmate, how about the first multiple-choice question?" Calculate"

The tablemate's eyes were a little cold.

Zhou Xing kept smiling, trying to make his eyes full of curiosity.

Yu Jue glanced at the title, then his eyes fell on Zhou Xing, and he said it out to him.

The problem-solving process is fluent and easy to understand. Zhou Xing admits that he understands it, but can he really admit it?

No.

"Oh, so choose C, right?" Zhou Xing wrote down a C, without giving Yu Jue the slightest chance to correct it.

Yu Jue's mood didn't fluctuate, he pointed out, "Wrong, choose B."

Zhou Xing was surprised: "Why did I solve the problem according to the process you gave me and got C!"

"Recalculate."

Yu Jue stuffed him with a piece of draft paper without any refusal.

Zhou Xing licked his lower lip and said, "At the same table, why don't you write your test paper? I will calculate it myself, and I will ask you after I figure it out."

If Yu Jue's grades plummeted because of teaching him, then he would be really guilty.

After hearing what he said, Yu Jue put away the paper instead. He stared at Zhou Xing's masked face and said, "You don't have to worry about affecting me."

"Recalculate."

Zhou Xing breathed a sigh of relief, and when he was holding the refill to write, Yu Jue took the refill away. He gave him a pen, and said in a flat tone, "No money to buy a pen? I'll give you mine."

You have no fucking money!

"Oh, thank you." Zhou Xing held the pen sullenly, doing calculations under Yu Jue's eyes.

Halfway through the calculation, Yu Jue interrupted: "No, recalculate."

Zhou Xing didn't look at him, his pen and ink crossed out the algorithm just now, and started writing again.

"Wrong, recalculate."

"Recalculate."

……

The first question, Zhou Xing finally got it right when he repeated it for the sixth time.

A problem took him several classes of spare time, and Yu Jue was also dedicated to spending time with him.

It seems that if you can't teach it, you won't give up. It's even more frenzied than the top students.

"Thank you at the same table, please drink water next time."

Zhou Xing didn't intend to ask Yu Jue to teach him the second question. After all, he was just pretending to show the masters, but Yu Jue hummed lightly.

"Go on to the next one."

"?"

Zhou Xing was very resistant in his heart, and pretended to be tired, okay? "No, no, no, I'll do it myself."

Yu Jue is not salty: "You will?"

Zhou Xing fell into silence.

Yu Jue stared at him with glazed eyes as calm as water, and his voice did not fluctuate: "Hold the pen."

-

"Do you want to buy so many pens?"

"Correct."

The owner of the stationery store was a little shocked. How many years has his stationery store been in No. [-] Middle School, and he knows a lot about No. [-] Middle School.

For example, the one in front of you is famous for being the last one.

The bottom one usually spends a lot of money to buy other things, but buys a pen but has a lot of money, which is so weird.

Zhou Xing has now bought 10 pens, all of which cost 5 yuan each. In fact, this is not unusual, but the strange thing is that the person who bought the pens was him.

The owner of the stationery store was pinching the red Grandpa Mao, his hands trembling a little.

Because the money he received from Zhou Xing in the past was fifty cents, so it was the first time he got so much, he couldn't help being a little excited.

"Here, I'll find you fifty yuan." The owner of the stationery store took out a 50 yuan piece from the money drawer, controlled his trembling hands, and handed it to Zhou Xing.

Zhou Xing casually stuffed it into his pocket, thanked him, and walked towards the classroom.

He acted in a high-profile way, and people looked at him everywhere he went.

Zhou Xing suddenly changed direction. He walked to the review column and took out a review from his pocket—this was the review he wrote when he was caught climbing over the wall by Vice Principal Liu last time.

The review was folded squarely, and he took out a small stick of glue from his pocket and applied it to the back of the review.

When he was covered with glue, he was worried in front of the review column.

This time there was progress. He only thought for 5 minutes before deciding which one to tear.

After posting the self-criticism, Zhou Xing went on to the classroom.

Halfway through Yu Jue's inscription, Zhou Xing abruptly interrupted him.

10 pens are scattered in front of me, and each of these 10 pens has its own advantages and disadvantages. The pen cap is either the girly Hello Kitty, the sweet and cute Chopper, or a string of shiny beads.

It looks very luxurious.

Yu Jue looked at it for a while before turning his gaze to Zhou Xing.

Zhou Xing raised the corner of his mouth and said in a clear voice, "Return the gift."

The author has something to say: "Master Thinks About How to Kill Me Every Day"

After Su Zidong traveled through time, the happiest thing was that he had a master who was so handsome that no one paid for his life, and whose cultivation base was particularly awesome.

Everyone envied her, and unconsciously, Su Zidong was even more proud of himself as a master.

Just when she regarded Master as an idol and a treasure in her heart.

Inadvertently, she found that her idol master was planning how to kill her every day.

Su Zidong was so sad and indignant that he made up his mind to sever the master-student relationship with his master.

On the first night of escaping, Su Zidong looked at the master who was sitting at the wooden table drinking tea with a knife in his hand, and she wanted to cry but had no tears.

And her master transformed into a murderous and unforgivable demon.

Su Zidong panicked, but as Feng Chenxu's only apprentice, she was cast aside by everyone.

She successfully changed from one person wanting to kill her to many people wanting to kill her.

But what happened to this master who wanted to kill her and protect her at the same time?

#shocked, Shizun actually wanted to kill me##Shizun raised his hand, is he going to strangle me?##Today is another day when Shizun didn’t do it##When exactly is Shizun killing me#