Boss, his language is not good

Chapter 12
"I heard that you are teaching Chinese to Shen Beiwang in class one recently?" Xu Wenli joked when she came to the office in Nancheng to hand in her homework.

After this period of observation, Xu Wenli understood that this student is really a gifted top student. I don't usually see him paying attention to his lectures, but he has full marks in science, which is something that others can't envy.

I don't know if it's because learning is too easy for him, Xu Wenli always feels that Shen Beiwang is always a little careless in his studies, and finding Nancheng to tutor Chinese may be the most serious thing he takes studying.

Nancheng looked at the meaningful eyes of her Chinese teacher, and her eyelashes trembled. She didn't know if it was her illusion. She felt that the Chinese teacher didn't just talk about tutoring. She answered carefully: "I didn't either. What to do, after all, language still depends on personal accumulation.”

Xu Wenli gave Nancheng a sharp look, "It's much better, at least now he's still willing to use his problem-solving skills."

Xu Wenli thought of the recent rumors in the school. No matter it was true or not, she was always at ease with the child Nancheng, and she never thought about talking to the student she was optimistic about because of this little uncertain little gossip. Life, talk about ideals or something.

That's a little too serious.

Besides, even if they really have a little youthful restlessness, it's nothing. No one has ever been young, they all came from this age.

Young Muai, she understands.

It can only be said that this is a little trust and specialness of students with good grades on the teacher's side.

The monthly exam was approaching, but Nancheng wasn't too worried about her grades. She had a good foundation, and she wouldn't lose her usual standard if there were no accidents.

Shen Beiwang is not necessarily so, and Nancheng just keeps hearing from others that he is good at science, and he gets full marks casually, and is even dubbed "Science Big Guy" by a group of students who are already very proud.

But this is all hearsay after all, and Nancheng doesn't know the real situation, but according to the Chinese level that Shen Beiwang showed in front of her several times...it's really hard to describe.

This made Nancheng a little worried, it was a tough class with such strong competitiveness, if Shen Beiwang slipped in this test, anyway, Nancheng felt that she might not feel bad about it.

Because of this matter in his heart, Nancheng resolutely stopped his medicine ball training a few days before the exam, and dedicated that time to pulling Shen Beiwang to tutor him.

N City's question-making mode is slightly different from that of Didu. In order to make Shen Beiwang familiar with the question types, Nancheng directly brought several sets of mock questions for the college entrance examination and let him brush them there, and strictly controlled his time for doing the questions.

Still in that empty classroom, still in that position, the two were still sitting side by side.Shen Beiwang lowered his head and wrote the questions carefully. After these few practice sessions, he could at least get used to these questions, and he wouldn't just fill them in casually based on intuition like he did at the beginning.

Every time he read a big question, he raised his head, took a look at Nancheng, thought for a while, and then lowered his head and continued to write the question when he had an idea.

Nancheng inexplicably felt that the way he looked at him was a bit like an appetizer.

She sighed, kneading her sore arm with her hands from time to time, and hammered her sore lower back when she was fine.

She didn't feel much during the training, the key was that after the break, her back ached and her legs hurt immediately. Seeing her so distressed, her parents desperately tried to make up for her with food, but she herself despised her very much.

When Shen Beiwang looked up, he didn't know how many times he saw Nancheng frowning, with white fingers resting on her thin white and thin arms, rubbing them constantly, showing some slight irritability.

When Nancheng accompanied him in making up lessons, most of them would bring a mystery novel with them, and sit quietly to read it. Very occasionally, she would pull out exercises to do with him, but no matter when she was relatively stable, this kind of I haven't seen it with an irritated mood.

"What's wrong?" Thinking of the medicine ball throwing sports these days, Shen Beiwang frowned, "Are your arms sore?"

For Shen Beiwang who exercises regularly, that little training intensity is really nothing. It is said to be four to ten minutes. In fact, except for the break in the middle and his hands-on demonstration time, Nancheng's real training time is only two to ten minutes. But he didn't Considering Nancheng's specific physical condition, this made him blame himself a little.

Nancheng usually doesn't exercise much at all, so she seldom feels this kind of muscle stiffness and soreness. This feeling makes her body very uncomfortable. It is different from the usual weakness when she is sick. If you can't resolve it, you will inevitably feel a little restless.

"Did I bother you?" Seeing that Shen Beiwang put down his pen, Nancheng couldn't help apologizing, "I'm fine, you continue writing."

As she spoke, she put her arms back obediently, and sat down properly, even though her waist was also very sore at the moment.

Shen Beiwang frowned, and held her wrist involuntarily, "I'll see if it's serious, it won't be fine if the muscles are pulled."

Muscle strain?

...Impossible.

Nancheng's evasive movement paused for a moment, and he immediately grabbed his entire arm.The pair of hands that she praised were gently holding one of her arms at this moment, and carefully inspecting it.

"Does it hurt this much?" He pressed one side of Nancheng's arm, and raised his eyes to see Nancheng's reaction, his eyes were full of caution that should not be missed.

Nancheng subconsciously withdrew his hand, and he clenched it even harder, "...Fortunately, it's just a little sour."

Seeing that he frowned even more because of the word "sour", Nan Cheng was silent, and then added, "It's still tolerable."

Shen Beiwang frowned, and pressed several places on Nancheng's arm. Just when Nancheng felt too close and wanted him to let go, those white and slender hands seemed to know her thoughts, and silently let go of her. wrist.

"Fortunately, it should be just the soreness caused by infrequent exercise. Go back and apply some hot compresses to relieve the soreness."

Just about to let people let go of her Nancheng: "...oh"

She didn't know if it was Nancheng's illusion, but she always felt that Shen Beiwang was testing her bottom line against him little by little, and then pressed that line and approached her carefully.

Do everything possible!

Nancheng recalled a bit, from agreeing to help him make up lessons at the beginning to the so-called "come and go" training, and now going home together every night...

Just, less than a month?

Nancheng froze for a second, she didn't even realize that in just a short month, she was so familiar with a boy she just met, and let him slowly approach her quietly and accompany her.

When did she get so close?
Nancheng looked at Shen Beiwang's almost perfect profile and fell into deep self-doubt. Maybe it was because he was so good-looking. After all, people are more tolerant and patient towards good-looking people, so she naturally not excluded.

For some reason, Nancheng suddenly remembered the look in his eyes when he pinched his wrist just now, and looked up at her, cautious and cherished.

Nancheng's heart suddenly felt sour.

……

Who is Shen Beiwang?The central figure who has permeated the various second generations of the imperial capital for many years.

As the central figure who has always been praised, what he has is not only the advantage of family background, but also his control over people's hearts.

He was keenly aware that Nancheng's attitude towards him seemed to be a little softer. Regardless of the reason for Nancheng's softer attitude, such a small change was enough to surprise him.

Having said that, Second Young Master Shen is the kind of person who pushes the bottom line of other girls. Now that Nancheng has been more lenient and indulgent towards him, he will naturally seize the opportunity to make the relationship between the two of them closer.

It was only 04:30 when the last English test was over. Nancheng and Shen Beiwang followed the flow of people towards the teaching building.

Because it is strictly in accordance with the regulations of the college entrance examination, there are 30 people in the examination room, and there are not enough classrooms in the teaching building, so the examination room for science students is arranged in the laboratory building closest to the teaching building.

In order to prevent unnecessary trouble, candidates need to bring their own benches during the exam, so the students around are all carrying benches.

Except Nancheng.

Nancheng was empty-handed, oh no, she also carried two stationery bags, one dark blue and the other light blue.

The dark blue one is deflated, and it doesn't seem to contain a few pens, which is from Shen Beiwang; the light blue one is full, not only the pens required for the exam, but also the blue pen and red pen highlighter, which is from Nancheng.

After all, it is not a real college entrance examination, and there is no requirement to use a transparent test bag, so most students just take the stationery bag they usually use for convenience.

Shen Beiwang followed Nancheng with a stool in one hand, and specially protected her behind when going up the stairs, preventing the stools in other people's hands from bumping into her.

Just after the exam, everyone is in a more relaxed mood. On the stairs, people are carrying stools and discussing the answers with the classmates next to them, or people from tomorrow's sports meeting are noisy and crowded.

Nancheng tried to take over his stool from Shen Beiwang several times, but he refused, and he simply gave Nancheng his own stationery bag, saying that in this way she would not be considered empty-handed.But can this light stationery bag be compared with a stool!
"Tomorrow's sports meeting... do you have any plans?"

arrange?Nancheng looked at Shen Beiwang suspiciously, not quite understanding what he wanted to express.

"The medicine ball throwing competition is scheduled for the afternoon, so do you have time tomorrow morning?"

"Tomorrow morning, it should be watching the game from the stands."

Watching the game is naturally also a cover. Nancheng usually holds a novel, calms down in the middle of the noise, and watches peacefully and contentedly among a large crowd of cheering crowds.

Shen Beiwang heaved a sigh of relief, put the stool in his hand at the door of the fifth class, smiled at her, his beautiful eyebrows completely stretched, "If this is the case, then come down and have a look."

"You won't stop cheering me on in my long-distance running race, will you, Nancheng?"

Shen Beiwang was right at the door of Class [-], sitting straddled on the stool, with his hands still pressed on Nancheng's stool, smiling at her with his head up, there seemed to be a little bit of light in the pretty peach eyes, just like this with A little cheating, asking Nancheng for a promise to cheer him up.

Nancheng was stunned, it seemed that this was really the first time Shen Beiwang called her name, the voice was low and the ending sound was inexplicably provocative.

She glanced around, and everyone in the class was enthusiastically returning the desks and books to their original places. Occasionally, anyone who noticed the movement at the door would just wink at Nancheng or smile tacitly, which made her feel that Nancheng, who was nothing, was a little uncomfortable.

She threw Shen Beiwang's pencil case back into his arms, and bent down to pick up her stool to go back to class, but Shen Beiwang's hands on the stool did not lose any strength, and Nancheng couldn't move it at all.

She was a little annoyed and glared at him.

"Will you go?" Shen Bei didn't look afraid of her, and smiled innocently, but there was a cunning flash in Taohua's eyes, like a fox cub.

"Go, go!" Nancheng had no choice but to answer him indiscriminately, and pulled out the stool from under his hand, "I'm going in." Turning around, he returned to the class without looking back.

The classmate who came back first had almost rearranged the tables. Nancheng returned to his seat, subconsciously glanced outside, and saw him standing there with a smile on his face and staring at her, his face was a little hot and a little irritable , couldn't help scolding a fool in a low voice.

(End of this chapter)