Healing Quick Transmigration: Blackened Male God, Come For a Hug

After Yun Fan sat down, he heard Xiao Bai Cai praise him.

"It's so polite."

Yun Fan feels so too.

She took the textbook out of her bag.

According to the online news that the original owner saw, she was going to teach a third year course.

In other words, the teenager next to him is now in his third year of high school, which is a very critical period.

The original owner is actually not much bigger than the other party, and he is in his sophomore year this year.

However, the original owner is very talented in learning, almost at a point, and his memory is also very good, so it is not difficult to learn.

Yun Fan has the memory of the other party, so naturally he won't find it bothersome.

The top book is mathematics. She opened the math book and asked him: "Should we learn math first?"

He stretched out his hand, pinched the paper with his fingertips, and opened it a little bit.

After hearing her, he turned his head and glanced at her, then smiled softly.

His face was very white, with a faint red glow on his cheeks. With his smile, two dimples suddenly appeared on his cheeks.

"Ok."

After that, I saw him throwing his hands away, unbuttoning the cuffs of his jacket, and pulling up the sleeves that reached his wrist.

He looks like a serious study attitude.

Yun Fan asked again: "Where do you not?"

Originally wanted to overcome the knowledge points he didn't know.

In the end, I heard him say: "It seems that I don't know much."

His beautiful eyebrows were slightly frowned, and his expression was very distressed.

If you are seen by an outsider, you might want to go to coax him and make him happy.

The cloud was helpless, and the corners of his lips were bent: "Then let's start from the beginning."

After that, she told him the general knowledge points on the previous pages.

The time passed by minute by minute, and after almost an hour passed, it was finally over.

Cheng Shuyan, who was sitting next to him, looked down at the textbook with an upright posture.

Yun asked broadly: "Do you understand?"

He nodded: "It's almost there."

She found a pen and a notebook from her bag and said, "Then I will give you a question."

After speaking, she opened the pen cover, opened the notebook, smoothed it, and started writing the question while holding the pen.

When she lowered her head to write, Cheng Shuyan leaned gently on the back of her chair and looked at her.

His eyes were raging, and there was no trace of hiding.

Her handwriting is very beautiful, just like hers.

Her hair was pulled behind her ears, and her white ears were completely exposed in front of his eyes.

Yun Yun spoke for a long time, feeling a little thirsty, sticking out the tip of his tongue and licking his lips.

Then continue to write.

Cheng Shuyan's eyes fell on the corners of her pink lips again.

With his fingertips tapping slowly on the table twice, he stood up, the shadow covering a corner of the notebook.

The boy leaned over, leaned over her cheek, and said softly: "Teacher, you are in the room. I will go out for a while and come back soon, okay?"

She didn't speak, and nodded.

Cheng Shuyan's eyes were bent behind him, and his eyes were squiggly, like the moon.

So good.

Thinking like this, he left the room.

Cheng Shuyan closed the door of the room, and the smile on his face suddenly disappeared.

Step by step down the stairs, the servant waited in the living room, and when he saw him, he looked a little nervous.

"Does the young master need anything?"

Cheng Shuyan glanced over at the end of the speech.

The servant fell silent immediately, not daring to speak any more.

Cheng Shuyan took two cups, took the fruit from the refrigerator, squeezed the fruit into juice, and finally poured it into the two cups.