You can't imagine the happiness of double A

Crescent Moon, as an Omega with rich emotional experience and countless A's, was messed up for a few seconds.

Forget about Sun Zhaole's death sight, why does this teacher also look unhappy? ?

The relationship between these two people is not quite right no matter how you look at it?

But she couldn't help her to think carefully about the mysterious elements in it, a male voice called Sun Zhaole from a distance, and the three of them turned their heads to look.

Crescent Moon groaned in her heart, ex-boyfriend, and his current boyfriend.

Fang Lian also saw her, his smile froze slightly, he stopped crossing the street, and shouted across the street: "Lele, uncle, goodbye!"

After speaking, he dragged Jane away.

Crescent Moon was full of question marks, hesitant to speak.Why is this man still related to Fang Lian?What is the relationship between the three of them?Why did Sun Zhaole know Fang Lian's uncle, and still act like a baby?

Sun Zhaole looked at the direction Fang Lian was leaving with a disgusted expression: "You idiot."

Qin Ye glanced at him.

When Crescent Moon's friends came to pick them up, when they got home, the night was already like ink that would pour down at any time.

Sun Zhaole promised Teacher Yang that he would be a tutor for a sixth grade pupil, once a week for eight weeks.Although Mr. Yang said that this elementary school student had no perseverance, Sun Zhaole still sorted out some basic information.

It was the same when he was a child, changing his hobbies every day.In addition to learning painting, he also learned piano, guitar and violin. After taking three interest classes, he realized that he had no talent in musical instruments.

At this time, Ms. Sun Tang, who had been dissatisfied with him every day, waved him into the sketch class, and then, Sun Zhaole never came out of this pit again.

Teacher Yang: Student Sun, every Friday afternoon from [-]:[-] to [-]:[-], in Building X, XX District, is it okay?

He has a class on Friday afternoon, and the end point is just stuck at this point. It is a bit difficult to get to this community on time.

Sun Zhaole thought for a moment and typed.

Broken paintings collect scrap copper and rotten iron: I can't make it to three o'clock, can I change the location to Luoyang High School?

Teacher Yang naturally couldn't wish for it. The elementary school closed early on Fridays. Normally, she would go to the elementary school to pick up people and send them home, and then rush back to school.According to Sun Zhaole's request, she can take people directly to the school.

There is still an empty office on their floor, and if Sun Zhaole is allowed to attend classes there, he won't be afraid that the children's mischief will affect the third-year students in class.

After making the decision, Sun Zhaole set an alarm clock in his schedule.

Promising to be a tutor for the children has nothing to do with Qin Ye, Qin Ye's role in this is to let him listen to Teacher Yang's words.

He hasn't picked up a paintbrush for a while, which is a taboo for art students, just like e-sports players who do not play games for a day, and painting is similar.If you don't hold a paintbrush for too long, you will lose that feeling. Sun Zhaole originally wanted to rest for a while to adjust his state, but he didn't expect to encounter a conflict with Qin Ye in the middle. Later, his mentality changed drastically, and he threw himself on Qin Ye.

Not entering the studio for a long time, not touching the brush, made him a little anxious.

Being a tutor is a way to open up your mind.Always staying in one place, one environment, the same situation is a bit boring, and contacting different people may generate new ideas.

Being able to attend classes in Qin Ye's high school should be regarded as an accidental joy, always at home, what's the point of getting along at the same dining table, he was worried that he had no reason to ask Qin Ye out to play, and a ready-made excuse came to his door.

From now on, he can go home with Qin Ye every Friday, and stop by to visit other places on the way home, and hang out together as a matter of course.

This is Sun Zhaole's idea.

Facts have proved that Sun Zhaole is still too young and thinks too little.

Teacher Yang's son is in the sixth grade. He is 12 years old this year, and he is... at an age full of vitality.

"I - don't - want - you - to teach!" The little fat man occupied a corner of the office, shouting at Sun Zhaole heart-piercingly.

Across the desk was his mother Teacher Yang, and Sun Zhaole was standing in the corner with a stinky face and arms crossed, immersed in infinite regret.The sixth grade is the age when the bear child thrives. Who gave him the courage to face the challenge?

Teacher Yang is already used to it: "Aren't you going to learn to draw? This brother is a teacher your mother found for you. He is very good. You can learn from him, okay?"

"I do not want it!"

"Didn't mother choose the same for you? Brother will teach you seriously."

"I don't want you to choose! I want to choose myself"

The little fat man's voice was sharp, noisy between classes, and the crowd's voice could be covered, and when he continued to yell after class, the students on the entire floor would be affected.

Teacher Yang lowered his face, "Will you choose? You want to choose a teacher who can play with you, right? This brother is your teacher. If you are disobedient, don't tell me what you want to do in the future. What interest class!"

This kind of words can be regarded as very lethal to children, especially when it is placed on Teacher Yang who is usually gentle and amiable.Sure enough, the little fat man showed a hesitant look, and defended himself: "I just don't want him."

Teacher Yang showed the majesty of the class, and slapped the table: "Still talking back!"

The little fat man pursed his mouth and stopped talking.

While Teacher Yang was apologizing, Sun Zhaole saw the little fat man come alive and make faces at him, and he stared back.

The little fat man regained his spirits and was about to file a complaint when his mother finished talking softly and then recovered and gave him a warning look.

The little fat man froze immediately.

Teacher Yang told him to attend class well, leave the office, and give up the place to Sun Zhaole.Sun Zhaole took the time to sit down at the desk and said to the little fat man, "Come here."

The little fat man was pulling his schoolbag, pretending not to hear, took out his homework, sat down on the spot, and began to do homework on his stomach.

"..."

Sun Zhaole hissed, wanting to scold people especially, he is the only child, he is used to saying that he is the same, and he really has no experience in dealing with such soft and hard children.

"Don't think about beating me up. My mother is next door, and she can hear everything going on here." The little fat man shook the pencil clumsily in his hand, facing Sun Zhaole over his head, and heard an angry voice.

"Who's going to beat you up? There's no way someone else wants to eat my fist!" Sun Zhaole said something, the little fat man was quiet for a moment, and said sullenly, "You stinky Alphas are all of the same virtue!"

Sun Zhaole almost laughed angrily, "Your father beats you often?"

The little fat man finally raised his face, and said very seriously: "Of course not, my father is very good! He never hits me!"

There is always a reason to reject Alpha so much, but Sun Zhaole is not interested, he just wants to complete his task now.He walked up to the little fat man, squatted down and looked at his dog crawling characters, and said, "Get up, it's tutoring time now, you should learn to draw."

The little fat man hesitated for a moment, and chose to continue with his homework.

Sun Zhaole said patiently, "It's very cold on the ground, you have to sit on a chair to do your homework."

The little fat man gave him a ghostly glance, silently speculated about his intentions for a while, and finally moved the homework book to the desk, and asked cautiously: "You won't force me, will you?"

Before Sun Zhaole answered, he got excited: "It's useless to force me. Our teacher said that only by actively learning can we really learn something, so it's useless if you force me to study. I still can't learn anything. arrive."

"..." Sun Zhaole tried hard to suppress his desire to get angry, silently recited "Children's words are so cute" twice, and said, "I won't force you, you can do whatever you want."

The little fat man looked up at him and snorted.

Sun Zhaole didn't bother to talk to him, and put aside the information he had sorted out last night, and kept his word, saying that he really didn't talk or move around if he didn't care, and sat leisurely next to the child playing with his mobile phone.

The little fat man was quiet for a while, and began to ramble about his life at school.

Sun Zhaole murmured perfunctorily for a while, then the little fat man suddenly noticed the pieces of paper in front of him, and said curiously, "Huh?", and read each word: "Dan, Bian, Bin, Shu, Fa, Diagram." , Example. What is this?"

The only content on this piece of paper is a table with one row and five columns.

Sun Zhaole squinted at him, "Painting."

The little fat man said in surprise: "This can draw? Who are you lying to?"

"Believe it or not, that's how I train."

The little fat man frowned, looked at him very unhappy, and said, "Then tell me, how do you train?"

"If you don't learn, it's useless to tell you,"

"You told me, maybe I'm interested!"

Sun Zhaole took out a pencil, drew a horizontal line in the first column, and showed him a demonstration.The little fat man waited for a long time without waiting for the next step, and was extremely shocked: "My mother! You call this training? You are here to cheat my mother of money?!"

Sun Zhaole got angry and scolded: "Fart! You have the ability to draw like me!"

"If I paint, I will paint. If I paint it, you have to apologize to me and get your money back!"

"you try!"

"Just try it!" The little fat man picked up the pen.

"You try!"

"Aren't I just trying?" The little fat man started to write.

Sun Zhaole snorted.

The little fat man broke the refill.

"..."

"..."

Sun Zhaole sneered, and was about to laugh at him when there was a knock on the door.

Qin Ye opened the door and came in, put down two bottles of plum tea in front of Sun Zhaole, and said, "I can feel the energy of both of you from next door, drink something cold to calm your anger."

Grass.

Sun Zhaole instantly regretted it.

Just now their primary school students were even heard bickering? !

Damn, what a shame!

The plum tea had just been taken out of the freezer, and the bottle was still stained with tiny drops of water.Sun Zhaole glanced at it. It was a new product of this series, which had just been put on the shelves in the past two days.

The taste is sour and sweet, and Sun Zhaole likes it very much.

"I want to drink too!" the little fat man shouted.

Sun Zhaole raised the other bottle high, and said provocatively: "I didn't tell you, go buy it yourself!"

"You're talking nonsense, the two of us quarreled just now, and now we're alone drinking a bottle!"

Sun Zhaole: "What kind of logic are you—"

Qin Ye patted him on the back of the head lightly, and softly scolded him: "Don't make trouble with the little friends, big boy." He read "big boy" slowly, with a smile on his face, with a relaxed attitude.

Sun Zhaole was like a screaming chicken whose neck had been pinched, jumping up and down one moment, and was dumbfounded the next moment.He had an illusion, as if the two of them were trying to flirt with each other, last time he flirted with Qin Ye, now Qin Ye is going to get back in the same way.

"—the logic is quite correct." He withdrew his hand, and gave another bottle of plum tea to the little fat man, "Drink it, and say thank you."

"That's not thanking you." The little fat man turned to Qin Ye, "Thank you uncle."

What uncle?How old is Qin Ye, and this little bastard calls him uncle?Sun Zhaole hissed, and was about to explode when Qin Ye patted him on the back of the neck, "Teach children to be patient, what's the result of arguing for so long, are you tired?"

Sun Zhaole said, "It's quite tiring."

"...I'm not asking you."

Qin Ye patted his shoulder again and prepared to leave.

"Hey, Qinye." Sun Zhaole stopped him, and threw the bottle in his hand to him, "It's very delicious, I'll share it with you, don't be disgusted."