O Equal Knight King

However, looking at her blushing cheeks and red ears, Lei Luo immediately understood that his operation was in vain.

Hey, doesn't this mean that he has no silver 300 taels here?

Lei Luo suddenly felt annoyed.

Hey, Lei Luo, Lei Luo, you say that you are boring if you are bored. Isn't it good to let your mind go blank?Why look at other people's little girls.

It's okay now, let the little girl misunderstand!

Thanks to his broad-mindedness, he didn't pursue it.

If it's someone with a more violent temper, such as a black man in the southern hemisphere, I'm afraid nothing serious will happen.

Of course, this premise is based on the premise that he and they are strangers.

But having said that, although they all have the same face, they really look more and more interesting, and there is no aesthetic fatigue at all.

Should he give a compliment that she has a saber face?

It's terrifying!

Seeing that Joan of Arc began to answer the questions seriously again, Lei Luo secretly heaved a sigh of relief, pretending that nothing happened, and set his eyes on the test paper.

In Lei Luo's sight, a lot of answers had already been written on the test paper, and the densely packed appearance made people feel psychologically comfortable at first glance.

Joan's handwriting on the test paper is not as beautiful as her beautiful appearance, and it can even be said that it is a bit rude, and the neat handwriting does not look good.

However, Lei Luo was not disappointed.

Because for Joan of Arc, this is enough to be praised and even proud of him.

Before coming to this world, the girl next to me who answered questions seriously couldn't even write her own name.

This pure country girl has held a bucket, a pitchfork, and even a sword in her hand.

But never touched something called a pen.

This small thing is so important to her.

Lei Luo still remembers the awkward and funny look when Joan picked up a pen for the first time.

However, no matter how awkward and uncomfortable she was, Joan never gave up because of shame, on the contrary, it aroused her fighting spirit.

After dozens of days and nights, the current Joan of Arc can not only write in completely unfamiliar characters, but can even accurately express her own meaning in such characters.

This is not because Joan is a genius, but the result of her hard work.

Of course, there is also a little help from Lei Luo.

As for what exactly helps.

Cough, it’s hard to go into details here, I can only say that people and their physiques cannot be generalized, some people can be angry for a whole day when they are extremely angry, and some people can be angry when they are extremely angry. With one stroke, a sliding shovel kicked through the ten-centimeter-thick steel plate.

The room became quiet again, and Joan of Arc was completely ignorant of everything around her, and she was concentrating on answering the questions.

For this simple Orleans girl, the exam that will be held in the near future is a test of her own ability.

She wants to prove that she is not a burden, not an incompetent person. She is actually very useful and can help that person. You have to prove it to everyone, prove it to your younger brother, and prove it to yourself.

As the writing on the test paper gradually increased, Joan of Arc's spirit became more and more concentrated.

She wrote quickly, writing one side to the other, and writing one page to the next.

When she finished writing the last word, she let out a long breath, and her tense pretty face finally relaxed.

Joan of Arc felt as if a heavy burden had been lifted off her body, and her whole body felt a lot lighter.

Miss Saintess, who came from another world in ancient times, experienced the relaxation and joy of letting go of herself after the modern students finish the exam.

"Ah! It hurts!"

It wasn't until this time that Joan finally felt the constant pain coming from her finger. She subconsciously let go of a pen she was holding, and saw a deep red mark on the originally fair finger, which was sour and sour. The feeling of pain was transmitted from Hongyin.

Holding the pen for so long made her fingers hurt.

"Thank you for your hard work. Come and have a cup of milk tea and take a break. Leave the rest to me. I will call you when the test papers are corrected."

At this time, Lei Luo, who had been silent all this time, seemed to have disappeared, made a sound, and even put a cup of fragrant milk tea in front of Joan of Arc.

Lei Luo looked at Joan with a look of relief, patted her on the shoulder, then picked up the test paper on the table, picked up the red pen, and began to concentrate on marking the test paper.

Holding the milk tea in her hand, Joan looked at the dedicated boy beside her, she was a little nervous, maybe because of her grades, maybe because she was afraid that she would let her teacher and her younger brother down in the end.

She swallowed her saliva and suddenly felt a little dry.

She happened to be holding a cup of milk tea in her hand and took a sip subconsciously.

So sweet.

This was Joan's first feeling, and in the next second, a faint bitterness returned, as if the tongue that had been impacted by the excessive sweetness had been washed, and recovered again.

This wonderful reincarnation of sweet milk and bitter tea was like a chemical reaction, and Joan of Arc fell into it unknowingly.

Sweet - mellow - bitter, and then sweet - mellow - bitter.

Such endless reincarnation made Joan unable to stop.

When she recovered, there was no drop of milk tea left in the cup.

Realizing what she had just done, Jeanne blushed all of a sudden, lowered her head like a thief, and carefully looked around to see if anyone noticed her embarrassment just now.

Fortunately, except for the teenager who was grading the test paper with a serious face, no one noticed his rude side.

This made her feel slightly relieved.

Joan of Arc, who had calmed down, was finally able to wait for the evaluation from [Teacher] with a relatively peaceful mind.

Whether to get the affirmation from the [teacher] and the praise from the [brother], or get a disappointed look, it all depends on this! !

The girl who had already made up her mind waited silently, waiting.

The change of each number of the electronic clock on the table becomes so long in the girl's senses.

The process of waiting seems to be infinitely stretched, which makes people anxious.

Finally, when Joan of Arc felt anxious again, Lei Luo put down the red pen in his hand, and as before, he took a long breath and his expression relaxed.

"Jane."

"Yes!"

Hearing Lei Luo calling her name, Joan of Arc was shocked instantly, and almost moved to Lei Luo's side with lightning speed. She lowered her head and stared at the boy sitting on the chair without blinking. His face and blue eyes were full of urgency and anticipation, as well as a hint of fear.

Seeing Joan's anxious expression, which was the same as his own when he was waiting for the report card, Lei Luo couldn't help laughing. He raised his palm with a smile, raised the test paper in his hand, and gave her a merciless look. praised.

"Well done, you've passed your exam."

"!!"

Almost instantly, tears of joy welled up in my eyes. The hard work of the past dozens of days and nights finally yielded rich and sweet results. No matter how calm a person is, at this moment, he will be too excited to control himself, let alone the young Joan of Arc. Woolen cloth.

She only felt that her chest cavity was filled with joy, and the joy of success merged into her blood, which was rushing happily in her blood vessels, making her body hotter and hotter.

Joan wanted to say something, but when she opened her mouth, she found that she couldn't make any sound.

She wanted to do something, but she pinched the palm of her hand, but found that she couldn't do it.

And when she felt a little overwhelmed, she suddenly met a pair of eyes with a gentle smile.

The pitch-black eyeballs are like black pearls, round and deep, making people fall into them unconsciously.

And the smile in those eyes was like a big hand gently caressing her face.

At this moment, Joan of Arc felt as if she had returned to her childhood.

The young self happily carried a skirt of wild fruits home, triumphantly praised his wit to his mother, and at that time, the mother smiled and praised herself while stroking her cheek.

Growing up, it was the first time for me to herd the sheep alone, carefully watching the movement of each sheep, and finally at sunset, after driving them all into the sheepfold, my father's thick big hand gently patted the sheep. Shoot, the taciturn father praised her in this way.

At this moment, Joan's eyes blurred.

In her eyes, the boy's figure overlapped with that of his mother and father.

In fact, apart from her own hard work, the reason why she has achieved her current achievements is also due to the boy in her arms.

If it wasn't for him taking the trouble to explain various knowledge points to himself.

If it weren't for him to study many learning methods for himself.

If it wasn't for him to supplement nutrition for himself, Shuanmen carefully cooked many nutritious and delicious supplements for himself.

If it wasn't for him being by his side to encourage and affirm himself.

She might not be able to get to where she is now.

Joan of Arc really had too many words to confide to the boy in front of her.

But when this intense emotion flooded into his chest, he couldn't express it.

The accumulated emotions are like magma in a volcano, they accumulate more and more, making Jeanne feel hot all over, and her heart is even more turbulent.

In the end, she couldn't bear the excitement in her heart, and followed the most real choice in her heart.

She hugged it.

Opening his arms, he hugged Lei Luo deeply into his arms.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you..."

Joan of Arc, who was so excited that she couldn't help herself, hugged the boy in her arms tightly, and kept repeating thank you in his ear.

Silly, she only knew to hug the boy hard, as if integrating him into herself was the best way to thank him.

At this moment, Lei Luo was stunned.

Shocked by such a bold move by Joan of Arc.

Mom? !Someone took advantage of him all day long, but this time he was taken advantage of by someone? !

Before he could think about it for a long time, he was completely occupied by the softness and fragrance that hit his face, which made him lose his ability to speak in a short time.

It's not that he doesn't want to refuse, but this milk——Ah, this hug is really delicious.

And when Lei Luo gradually sank.

"click~"

"I'm so hungry~~ Have you eaten yet?"