Rebirth:Urban Warlord

After all, the achievements that he has just got will not be able to be completely digested as long as they have just got enough time.

Ye Huang's performance in class has fallen in love with countless young girls in the class. Even some boys who are dedicated to learning also secretly admire him. Just after class, a large group of people surrounded Ye Huang's desk. Most of them asked him how to recite the text so skillfully and whether he had any skills.

As a representative of Jiang Yachun's Chinese class, ye Huang can't be perfunctory. In order to improve the learning level of the whole class, he should also find ways to motivate these students. They all have no such ability. Of course, they should learn in the normal way. Ye Huang said a lot of tricks, such as making good use of time, concentrating on, talking less and doing more.

these are the most common learning skills, but they are also the essence of learning.

At least in his last life, ye Huang had no special ability and could dominate the whole school by saving every second.

Yes, every second.

At that time, he was very lonely. Without Xiao qiuruo's company, he couldn't believe what he could become.

All the time I spent in getting the full score papers that people couldn't believe, or nearly full marks. After listening to the teacher's explanation, other people thought that it was easy, but they never thought that if they did it by themselves, sometimes they could not think of the answer in one day.

However, Emperor ye can do it all his life by accumulating time.

This also indirectly caused his reticent surname.

Sad as it is, it is a price that has to be paid.

"Isn't there really no knack? It's just a matter of dead concentration." A male student frowned and walked past ye Huang.

Ye Huang stood up with a smile and put his hand around his shoulder: "Hey, there is a gain, there is a loss. This is the law. If you want to get good grades, you have to pay something others can't pay, for example, serious heart and time."

The male student heard Ye Huang's words and nodded heavily.

"Well, I see."

Ye Huang looked at his firm eyes and a faint smile appeared at the corners of his mouth.

He knew that this sentence might motivate the boy for a week or two, but he didn't think about it for a longer time.

The influence of foreign objects may be some, but most of them are temporary.

Laziness is the name of man.

Want to rely on the washing of foreign things to reach a certain height, even if it is really reached, is also false.

Only the insistence of the heart is the real self.

Ye Huang shakes his head, the corner of his mouth slightly cocked up: "however, this has nothing to do with oneself, isn't it?"?

Of course, today's massive use of skills has made Ye Huang's mind a little dizzy. When he came home from school at night, he was stunned that he couldn't do his homework. He fell on the bed and couldn't get up. He just felt numb on his head. He was very sad.

"Shit, next time we must step by step, this ability is used more, and this side effect, pit dad ah." When he woke up in the morning, he scolded him. It doesn't matter if he writes his homework. Anyway, it doesn't matter to him. If he has to accept it, he can write it in benzishan with the skill of "master of calligraphy" when he arrives at school.

Indeed, when he got to school, the representatives of all subjects began to collect homework, so that ye Huang had a black line. He remembered that homework was rarely collected in high school.

With a quick wipe on the book, the big characters appeared in the book. This is yesterday's homework. It took the emperor five seconds to finish everything.

At noon, ye Huang and Xiao qiuruo came to her home again.

Before he opened the door, he could smell the smell of rice and vegetables inside. The taste was extremely good. The leaf emperor swallowed his mouth water.

"Wow, your mother cooks in there."

"Well, maybe." Xiao qiuruo is a little surprised, because usually, his mother is lying in bed waiting for his cooking, her body is too weak.

When I left home this morning, my mother was still very weak. How could I cook at noon.

Pushing open the door, Lin Chun is standing in the middle of the living room, with a big apron around her chest, and the sleeves of her home clothes rolled over her elbow. She is bending over to tidy up the food on the table.

On the table, there are four dishes, one soup and three bowls of rice. Obviously, she knew that ye Huang would come to her home, so she went to the ground to cook.

Seeing ye Huang and Xiao qiuruo, Lin Chun's face showed a calm smile: "emperor, Ruo Ruo, you're back."

"Mom, I'm back."

Ye Huang did not nod his head and asked, "Auntie, do you feel better now?"

Lin Chun stood up straight and said with a smile, "well, it's much better. Thanks to the emperor. If it hadn't been for your help, my aunt would still be lying in bed."

Ye Huang waved his hand and said modestly, "what's the matter? In fact, auntie, as long as you get better in mind and add some tonics, your body will get better slowly. I'm just playing the role of an intermediate catalyst."Lin Chun just smiles at Ye Huang. The more he looks, the better he looks. He is not only handsome, but also has unpredictable medical skills. He is also very brave.

When Xiao qiuruo saw that his mother and ye Huang were polite, she couldn't help but want to eat, so she reached out to get the chopsticks. Lin Chun knocked Xiao qiuruo's small hand away from the chopsticks: "go, wash your hands, how can you eat without washing your hands."

Xiao qiuruo a Leng, hastily smile way: "good good wash hands." Then he waved his hand to the emperor, "emperor, I'll take you to wash your hands."

Ye Huang nodded: "good."

They went to the kitchen and turned on the tap. Under the tap was a pile of dishes and pots.

Xiao qiuruo conveniently picked up the detergent beside the faucet and a plate. He dropped the detergent on the plate and began to wash the dishes.

Originally, it should be time to wash hands. After washing hands, ye Huanggang was ready to speak out to stop him. Seeing Xiao qiuruo's light hands and feet, he was skillful in his movements. His eyes were quiet and divine, his long eyelashes, his nose cocked and his mouth slightly raised.

All of these make Xiao qiuruo and her space become a beautiful quiet picture.

Ye Huang did not even dare to make any action, because he was afraid to break the peace at the moment.

may be the reason for the development of the nose. Xiao Qiuruo raised his slender hands and touched his nose. The foam from the detergent left at the tip of his nose, which was so beautiful and moving in the sunlight.

Let Ye Huang feel some suffocation.

He even had an impulse to embrace the girl in front of him in his arms at this moment, never let go, so moving crystal beauty, he did not want to give up, do not want to let her go.

"Why, why don't you wash your hands quickly?" Xiao qiuruo found that ye Huang was staring at himself. Qiong nose was slightly wrinkled, and she was coquettish and angry.

"Well, now, now." Ye Huang also found that his action was not proper. He laughed and died. He pulled his eyes back and gently turned on the tap. He hit the soap on his hand and began to wash his hands.

He began to think wildly.

It's hard to be so skillful. I didn't have any hesitation when I picked up the plate at the moment just now. These are the habits we have developed.

How did this graceful girl live in the past.

He didn't understand it in his last life. In this life, he felt that he should have a deep understanding.

He is no longer the fool who spends almost all his time on study. In his life, he wants to be a strong man in love, money and power.

Never let others control your own destiny.