Quick Transmigration: Male Lead, You’re Overpowered?

Gu Cheng didn't see it.

Song Wen shouted: “I want to coach my homework too! ”

Gu Cheng: “…”

“No!” he refused.

Song Wen turned to Zhao: “Sister Tang, I also want to improve my grades to make my parents happy. ”

Hyo-shun!

Zhao was very pleased: “No problem, then come with me. ”

Gu Cheng: “…”

He glanced coldly at Song Wen.

Oh, brother.

Song Wen was a bit of a pussy, but still withstood his brother's eyeball knife and successfully inserted it between the two.

——

However, when the summer vacation officially began, Azhao arrived at Gucheng's house with homework and review materials, but did not see Song Wen.

“Hey, didn't the mosquitoes say they were coming today?” She asked strangely.

Gu Chengfaintly said: “His parents seem to have reported to him a few vacation expedited classes, so he can't come. ”

“All right then.” A Zhao has some regrets.

On the other side of the city, Song Wen was screamed out by his mother: “I'm telling you, son, those two classes are famous masters! Do you know how much it cost me to put you in there? If it weren't for your classmates' enthusiasm, I wouldn't have found such a good class...”

“Classmates?” Song Wen caught the point sharply.

Mama Song nodded: “Yeah, that's your good friend, Gu Cheng, who came to our house and looked really handsome. He recommended it. Mom went to see it a few times herself. It's really good...”

Song Wen: “...”

Brother Cheng, you're tough!

Gu Chengjia is a single-family duplex building with a large, simple decoration style.

Zhao asked strangely: "Are you the only one in your family? ”

Gu Cheng nodded: “My mother travels a lot and is abroad now. My dad's in trouble today. He should be here this time of year. ”

A Zhao nodded.

The two of them arrived in the study.

“Your foundation is a little weak, and I'll start with you straight from the top of your senior year, okay? ”

Gu Cheng nodded.

The two sat very close.

Gu Cheng raised his head slightly and saw his neighbors' low brows.

Her complexion was white and she did not have many layers of makeup on her face like so many girls, face to face, white and bright, tender as if she could squeeze water out.

She is seriously explaining: "… this question, with an auxiliary line, the solution to the problem is simple and clear... Gu Cheng? ”

Zhao felt something. He looked up strangely and saw Gu Cheng staring at himself without blinking.

“Do I have something on my face?” She subconsciously touched her face.

This was inspired by Gu Cheng.

He reached out and gently brushed over Azhao's face.

The warm touch flashed, and Azhao moved uncomfortably.

“Have a hair.” Gu Cheng opened the river with a serious message.

His fingers were hidden behind him and his fingers moved slightly to taste the feel of his just hand.

It's really tender.

Still want to touch it.

Zhao didn't care about this, she continued: "Thank you, come on, let's go on. ”

Gu Cheng retracted his gaze and nodded: “Okay. ”

Morning time passed.

It's 11 o'clock.

Gu Cheng looked at the time and asked: "Do you have any bad taste? ”

Azhao shook his head: “I like all the good food. ”

“So, pasta for lunch? ”

Zhao heard what he meant. “Can you cook? ”

Gu Cheng rose up to turn on the TV in the living room and brought fruit trays and drinks. He laughed: "I have a lot to offer. ”

Azhao raised the orange juice and looked at him with a bite on the tip of his straw: “Then I'll wait to eat it. ”

Feels cuter and cuter. Gu Chengxin thought.