Black fans and idols are married

Chapter 62 What do you think about that boy?
An Xiaxia gave An Yibei a blank look, and replied to Xiao Yan solemnly: "I'm sorry, I still have to do homework, so I can't accompany you!"

After speaking, she hung up the phone.

It's just that she found that the people at the table looked at her even more strangely.

An Xiaxia hurriedly finished her meal and didn't even watch her favorite variety show. She stood up and said seriously, "I'm going to study now! Don't bother me!"

The table was silent again.

An Yibei said sternly: "Dad, you should give Xia Xia an examination to see if she has any mental illness!"

"Hey! You're just mentally ill!" An Xiaxia pouted, "I want to study, what's wrong?"

"If you can say such a thing, I think you are dying." An Yibei gave An Xiaxia a knowing blow again with a vicious tongue.

An Xiaxia clutched her chest and went back to her room feeling overwhelmed.

Father An smiled kindly: "Xia Xia seems to be sensible."

Sheng Yize put down the bowl and chopsticks: "I'll go and tutor her."

"Yize, our family, Xiaxia, will be counting on you!" Father An sincerely thanked him, Sheng Yize pursed his lips, and strode to An Xiaxia's room.

He sat down next to An Xiaxia, took advantage of the gap between her doing the questions, and asked calmly, "What do you think of that boy today?"

"Which one?" An Xiaxia looked confused.

"The one who asked you to watch a movie."

"Oh...it's pretty good. He's good-looking, has a good temper, and I heard that his academic performance is also good. He seems to be the president of the student union..." An Xiaxia counted the boy's good points with his fingers.

When she looked up, she found that Sheng Yize's face had turned black into charcoal.

"Why is your face so ugly? Are you feeling unwell?" An Xiaxia reached out to touch his forehead, trying to see if he had a fever.

Sheng Yize shook off her hand and said sullenly, "Go and do your homework."

An Xiaxia snorted, and angrily went to do the question.
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After Sheng Yize's careful tutoring, coupled with An Xiaxia's own efforts, and two mock quizzes in a row, her grades have improved greatly compared to before.

Exams are coming soon.

Father An meticulously cooked breakfast for everyone, Sheng Yize and the others ate in silence, and An Xiaxia rushed out of the room in a hurry.

"Overslept again?" An Yibei sneered.

An Xiaxia didn't bother to argue with him, so she took out her phone and put it on the dining table, clapped her hands together, and murmured something.

Sheng Yize sat closest to her, glanced at her, and couldn't help twitching the corners of his mouth.

From Confucius and Mencius to Newton and Einstein, she worshiped them all, and there was a photo of Rong Che in the middle!

"Feudal superstition is bad." Sheng Yize said with disgust.

An Xiaxia laughed foolishly: "No, our family, Rong Che Ouba, will definitely protect me!"

Sheng Yize looked indifferent.

Due to time constraints, An Xiaxia took Sheng Yize and the three of them to school by car.

When they arrived at the school gate, An Xiaxia got out of the car first, and gestured at them: "I'll go in first, and you can go in after two minutes."

He Jiayu smiled softly: "Okay."

However, he was keenly aware of the movement of the people around him, and Sheng Yize ran after the figure with his long legs.

It really is……

He Jiayu shook his head, stepped out of the car, and was suddenly slapped hard on the back: "Hey, He Jiayu!"

puff--

He Jiayu resisted the urge to cough, looked back at Su Xiaomo's bright smiling face, and couldn't help sweating.

　It's a holiday, I wish you all a happy holiday~~ Children's shoes who read books take a chance and vote for a ticket~~~\(≧▽≦)/~Little angels give me motivation~!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)