Fake parents dressed as villains

Luo Yansheng didn't expect this.

He looked at Song Jin suspiciously, and said, "I can help you with your homework, but you can't let me help you eat."

Song Jin raised her eyes and glanced at him, "The last self-study class in the evening, come and help me with my homework."

"No problem!" Luo Yansheng agreed.

In the evening, after the third period was over, Luo Yansheng walked slowly up to the third floor.

When he arrived at the door of the Class [-] classroom, he leaned on the door frame and took a look in. The students had already changed their positions, and it was a girl sitting in Song Jin's original position.

"Where is Song Jin?"

He searched around the classroom, but did not see Song Jin.

"Brother Luo, are you here to find Song Jin?"

Li Wenke caught a glimpse of Luo Yansheng by the back door, stood up and waved to him.

"What about others?"

Li Wenke said: "I asked for leave and went out for a while, it seems that I want to send something."

Luo Yansheng frowned, "Your hand is injured, why are you still running around?"

Li Wenke pursed his lips and said: "The hand injury didn't delay his walking, you really think of yourself as his old mother? It was the same when you were eating at night, and you almost had to feed him into his mouth."

"Go!" Luo Yansheng rolled his eyes at him, "It wasn't you who was injured, was it?"

Li Wenke didn't take it seriously, "If it was me, would you treat me like an ancestor?"

"Go away."

Luo Yansheng reached out and pinched his face, "Stop talking nonsense, where has Song Jin changed his position?"

Li Wenke pouted towards the table by the back door, "The door."

"Here?" Luo Yansheng looked at the spotless table next to him, thinking that it would be much more convenient for him to come to him in the future.

When the class bell rang, the students all returned to the classroom.

Anyway, the fourth quarter was a self-study class without a teacher, so Luo Yansheng simply pulled his chair and sat down.

He glanced into the table hole, and the books inside were neatly arranged. After more than a month of class, his books were still as good as new, without any wrinkles.

Luo Yansheng took out a Chinese book from inside, opened it and read a few pages.Song Jin didn't write much notes, even very few annotations, and I don't know how he remembered these knowledge.

Luo Yansheng turned to Shan Gui's text, and the only few annotations on it were written by Luo Yansheng when he accompanied him to recite the text last time.

When Song Jin came out of the stairs, she walked around the corner and saw Luo Yansheng sitting at the door.

He read the text carefully, and seemed to be following silently in his mouth.When he read a word he didn't know, he frowned suspiciously, immediately looked at the annotations at the bottom of the page, and continued reading following the pinyin.If he encounters a word he doesn't know, and there is no pinyin annotation, he will frown like a hill, read a few words guessing, and feel wrong, then turn around and write the word he doesn't know in the palm of his hand.

Song Jin took a closer look, and saw seven or eight unknown characters written in his palm.

Luo Yansheng felt a shadow cast on him, turned his head and saw Song Jin standing quietly by the back door.

Luo Yansheng immediately clenched his palms and smiled at him: "Are you back?"

Song Jin's eyes drooped, "Yes."

"Come in, I'll finish your homework for you."

Song Jin picked up an extra chair from the side and sat down next to Luo Yansheng.

"What did you ask for leave for?" Luo Yansheng asked.

"Going out for a while." Song Jin replied.

It seemed that he didn't want to tell himself that it was normal for Zai Zai to have his own secrets, Luo Yansheng didn't ask.

"As long as you are fine." Luo Yansheng raised his arm, trying to put the Chinese book back, but found that the corner of the page of the book had been crumpled by himself.

Fuck it, it's over!

Luo Yansheng's heart sank, "Sorry, I didn't pay attention!"

Luo Yansheng smoothed the corner of the folded book, and pressed it heavily with his hand, but it didn't help, the creased line was very obvious.

It has been more than a month since the class, and Song Jin still kept the book well, but it crumpled when he touched it.

Luo Yansheng gave him a worried look, "You, don't be angry, I'll buy you a new one later."

Song Jin lowered her eyes and shook her head, reached out and folded back the corner of the book that Luo Yansheng had smoothed out.

"So be it."

Song Jin doesn't like to be messy, she does everything in an orderly manner, and her own things must also be clean and tidy.If it was in the past, he would never want to see any damage on the book.

However, once you think that this is the trace left by Luo Yansheng, then keep it forever.

"Oh." Seeing that Song Jin was not angry, Luo Yansheng heaved a sigh of relief.

"Give me your hand." Song Jin said suddenly without beginning or end.

Luo Yansheng looked at him in confusion, "What's wrong?"

Song Jin said calmly, "Isn't there a word you don't know, let me tell you."

What a shame!

He hasn't taught Zai Zai anything yet, Zai Zai is always teaching him!

Luo Yansheng struggled in his heart, but his strong thirst for knowledge still made him stretch out his hand.

What's the matter?Anyway, this is not the first time she has lost face in front of Song Jin!Song Jin would not look down on herself.

Luo Yansheng put his hand on the desk and slowly spread his palm.

There are not many lines on his palm, and the black characters are abruptly written on the skin, embellishing the skin even more white.

Song Jin raised her injured right hand, and pressed her fingertips against his palm, feeling cold to the touch.

Why is Song Jin's hands always so cold?I have to buy him some hand warmers in winter.

His fingertips moved slowly in Luo Yansheng's palm, Luo Yansheng felt a little itchy, but Song Jin's expression was very serious and he didn't feel embarrassed to move.

"Jujiu." Song Jin pointed to the two words that were next to each other on his palm, and said each word in a word.

Luo Yansheng followed up: "Ji, Jiu. These two words are so hard to remember."

"Guanguan Jujiu, in the river continent." Song Jin read out in a low voice.

Luo Yan sounded like he was babbling, and repeated it.

Song Jin moved his fingers to the next few words, he read it again, and Luo Yansheng repeated it.

When his finger moved to the next word, Luo Yansheng said: "I know what to pronounce this word, right? But I used to say dice, so write it down first."

Song Jin nodded lightly, "Yeah. Linglong's dice is set with red beans, so I don't know if I miss you deeply."

"Oh." Luo Yansheng nodded with a vague understanding.

Song Jin paused and explained: "This sentence means, I like you, do you know that?"

He paused and looked up at Luo Yansheng's face.

Luo Yansheng didn't look at him, nor did he take his redundant explanation to heart.He lowered his head and repeated the poem Song Jin had read with great care.

As for Song Jin's explanation, he didn't seem to hear it after hearing it.

Maybe, you won't think too much after hearing it.

Song Jin beside her fell silent, and Luo Yansheng looked up suspiciously.

Song Jin lowered her eyes, and the corners of her mouth were stretched into a straight line.

"What's the matter?" Luo Yansheng curled up his fingers and squeezed his hand resting in his palm.

After a while, Song Jin lowered her eyes and shook her head, then pulled her hand out of his palm.

"Do your homework."

Song Jin closed the language document and put it on her lap.

He took out a math paper from the desk, and handed a brand new homework book to Luo Yansheng, "There is a new math teacher. He said that this test does not prove that he can do it. Let's copy the next six big questions." One time. The answers are all above, you just copy them.”

"Six major questions? How long will it take to copy?" Luo Yansheng frowned, worrying together.

Without saying a word, Song Jin took out a pen from the pen bag again, held it in her left hand, and opened the first page of the Chinese document.

From the first page, whenever there are many strokes, rare characters, polyphonic characters, and characters that are easy to mispronounce, he will use his left hand to write pinyin on it.Although I use my left hand, it's just some simple pinyin, so there's nothing wrong with it.

Luo Yansheng finished copying a question, and his hands hurt from writing.

Why are there so many? These students usually do their homework in the classroom every day, how can their hands bear it!

After writing for a while, he couldn't help but talk to Song Jin.

"Song Jin, are you going to finish writing tonight?"

Song Jin said without raising her head, "Well, it's due tomorrow morning."

"Do you usually have so much homework? After a day of class, you have to go back to do your homework at night." Luo Yansheng muttered while lying on the desk.

Afterwards, no matter what Luo Yansheng told him, he would just ignore him and keep his head buried in the pinyin on the book.

After all, Class Nine is a key class, and only a few students in the back row are talking quietly.

Luo Yansheng is a talkative person, he can't talk in the classroom, and he doesn't like talking to Song Jin, Luo Yansheng is almost suffocating.

After copying another question, Luo Yansheng couldn't hold back anymore.

He sat up straight and patted Li Wenke's shoulder in the front row, and whispered, "Li Wenke? Li Wenke!"

Li Wenke turned around with a blank face and asked, "What's wrong? I'm doing my homework."

Luo Yansheng put the things back a little, and said to him: "You bring your homework here, and we will write it together."

"That's fine." Li Wenke nodded happily when he heard that.

As soon as he turned around with his homework in his arms, Song Jin suddenly raised his head and said calmly, "Turn back."

Li Wenke: "..."

"Oh..." Li Wenke pursed his lips in grievance. It's not that I want to turn around, it's Brother Luo who asked me to write with him, why are you so angry at me!

Luo Yansheng frowned and looked at Song Jin, who lowered his head and continued to write on the book, and said calmly: "In the self-study class, we can only communicate with each other in a low voice."

It means that you can talk to him, but you can't talk to others.

"I talked to you and you ignored me." Luo Yansheng complained softly.

Luo Yansheng just can't sit still, what he fears the most is that he will be like his alcoholic father, who doesn't even have anyone around him to talk to.

Song Jin pursed her lips and looked up at him, "Speak, I'll listen."

"Then there must be a response." Luo Yansheng muttered, "I was afraid that you would find me annoying."

Song Jin lowered her head again, and continued to annotate on the book, "No, tell me."

"Really not?" Luo Yansheng looked at him suspiciously, "Then why do I feel that you are in a bad mood all of a sudden?"

The pen in Song Jin's hand paused for a moment, his eyes flickered, and he said, "Have you responded to me yet?"

Luo Yansheng put down the pen, "Why didn't I respond to you? What did you say that I didn't listen to?"

Indeed, anyone could tell that Luo Yansheng cared about Song Jin.

This is absolutely beyond doubt.

However, his concern for Song Jin is different from Song Jin's hope.

Song Jin knew this very well, but she still couldn't help but try it out.

The result is obvious, Luo Yansheng's feelings are pure and messy.

Song Jin knew the consequences of crossing the line.

Therefore, he dare not.

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