After wearing the book, I became the villain’s little fan girl

　　 The boy dodged without a trace, his apple rolled, "Next, 39."

"OK!"

　　 Jiang Yao's eyebrows suddenly burst into a smile.

　　 turned his head back.

　　 The little hand turned the pages of the book back to page 39, without any rigorous reminder, he picked up the pen and started to draw.

　　 The voice of explanation followed almost the moment she started writing.

　　 One stands and the other stands at the desk.

　　 The boy’s voice is cold and deep, the volume is not loud, but the words are clear, like notes drawn from a cello.

　　 The picture seems to fit inexplicably.

　　 Time slipped away quietly.

　　 Classmates gradually arrived in the classroom, and I was a little surprised to see this.

　　 The dark and cold boy seems to have changed a little.

　　 More and more people are watching them.

　　'S gaze also changed from careful observation to open inquiry.

　　 Yan Zhi raised his head, his voice kept explaining to the little girl, but his eyes swept across the classroom.

　　 Yin and cold, indifferent, and ruthless.

　　 Everyone:...

　　 Everyone: It's sloppy!

　　 He is still the same boy before, without a trace of change!

　　 Seeing everyone still staring, Yan Zhi's eyes grew colder.

　　 his neck shrank.

　　 Everyone looked back numbly.

　　 What should I do.

　　 Yan Zhi then turned his gaze back, glanced at the little girl's progress, and continued to explain.

　　 Jiang Yao is obsessed with the function graph and cannot extricate himself from it.

　　 I don’t know anything about the dark wave that showed no sharpness just now.

　　 The preparation bell rang until early self-study.

　　Ms. Jiang raised her head from the draft, moving her neck a little bit sore.

　　 caught a glimpse of the young figure standing upright.

　　 suddenly found that Yan Zhi had been standing for a long time.

　　 She has a twisting motion.

　　 The whole person is not good.

　　淦!

　　 She just let her brother stand for so long!

　　 stood up suddenly.

　　 The little girl grabbed the corner of Yan Zhi's clothes and pulled down, "Sit down!"

　　 The young man did not object, and went down.

　　 "I fool, why have you stood for so long?"

　　 Jiang Yao also sat back in his seat, patted his little head annoyedly, and didn't change his face when he saw the boy.

　　 pretended to be fierce and said, "You are also a fool!"

　　 stood for almost twenty minutes!

　　 Yan Zhi slowly took out the English book from the drawer.

　　 The seemingly arrogant words in front of the little girl, but in fact they are not lethal.

　　 only made a low voice, "Yeah."

　　 does not refute.

　　 Jiang Yao only felt a punch on the cotton.

　　 She pouted her lips, and she wanted to give him a whole sentence.

　　The young boy’s clear voice came in like spring water again, "How can you watch your progress if you don’t stand."

　　 Jiang Yao:! ! !

　　 ah ah!

　　 I'm gonna!

　　 What kind of fairy brother is this!

　　 She couldn't stand it anymore, the arc of her mouth repeatedly suppressed and still couldn't help rising.

　　 Simply let yourself go.

　　The hair from the eyebrows was filled with joy, and the delicate facial features suddenly became bright.

　　 turned his head, his voice was crisp and soft.

　　 "Yan Zhi, why are you so good?"

"Um."

　　 The boy kept turning over the English book, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

　　How are you?

He is not good.

　　 The school bell sounds on time.

　　 Jiang Yao hurriedly took out the English textbook from the drawer.

　　 will be English morning reading for a while.

　　 Although English is not too difficult for her, she still has to memorize words.

　　 After reading English in the morning.

Unfortunately.

　　 is a class for old English ladies.

　　 Jiang Yao put his cheeks on, and watched the old English lady walk into the classroom from outside.

　　 This middle-aged woman seems to like purple very much.

　　From clothes to skirts, basically there are purple elements, and it is very controllable.

　　 She wore a blue-purple dress today, with a textbook in her hand, and she didn't rush.

　　 There is one to say one.

　　 If she doesn't speak, she is also an elegant and intellectual woman.

　　 but...

　　 The sharp eyes of the old English lady swept away, and finally fell precisely on Jiang Yao.

　　 A bad feeling came to my heart.