Self-cultivation of passerby male protagonist

Looking down at the feet of Kong Laolao, Wu raised his brows without a trace.

"It seems that the female aunt has not returned home."

He automatically ignored Elliot, who was actually hiding in his room. Although she would wrap her upper body with a quilt on weekdays, it happened that way, she was still very sensitive to the outside world.

If Wu Ye did not see her at the entrance the first time she went home, it means that she had noticed that a stranger had come back with Wu Ye.

In this case, she would choose to avoid under normal circumstances.

According to Elliot, this is because he is worried that other earthlings will be targeted because of her relationship, but according to Wuya's idea, that is--

Shy.

"Ah, you can come first anyway."

"Oh... Excuse me, no, thanks for permission!"

"..."

Xiaoniaou took off his shoes and followed Wu also went straight to the second floor.

Entering Wu Ye's room, it is a very ordinary room, which is different from Xiaoniaoyou's room full of the second style.

There are various practical reference books in twos and threes on the bookshelves. Even if there are traces of novels, they are of the masterpiece level. Apart from the lamp and the alarm clock, there are only two review outlines on the clean table, and the changing school uniforms are hung on the wall.

In short, this is a very ordinary room.

The only thing I have to say is that it is a little far away from the normal standard, that is, the universe-style bedding on the bed, but even so, it is within the normal range.

Just looking at the posture of the bird tour, it seems that you have to find something special from here to be reconciled.

Sorry, just to completely hide the past, so there is nothing strange here.

"It's not too late, let's start now."

Wu, who was still a little hesitant at first, also saw Xiaoniaoyou's aura of full-blown second-degree illness anytime, and there was no psychological pressure instantly.

Seeing Wu also took out the math book, Xiaoniaoyou's eyes inevitably flashed a trace of panic.

"Wait, wait, Wu Ye, maybe there is still the eyeliner of the bureau..."

"Stop it."

Gently swam the little bird with the book as a hand knife. Since she decided to help her study, Wu didn't intend to perfuse her.

"This is what you said, to study hard, doesn't it matter what the club is?"

"Woo..."

In the end, the club is the weakness of Xiaoniaoyou, once she got involved, she couldn't get through it again.

"Well, then rest for ten minutes before starting..."

"...Start now."

Is this a kid?

Seeing Xiaoniaoyou respond to him with a puff of silence, Wu couldn't help feeling a little dumb.

I really don't know what kind of expression this guy should show if he meets a junior younger than himself, of course, except for guys of that type.

Unexpectedly, although the teaching process was troublesome, it was not so bumpy. Although Xiaoniaoyou kept whispering in his mouth, he often struggled in some strange places.

For example, why do mathematicians study such boring things, and what is the effect of finding the probability of the dice and calculating the equations that have no practical value?

Also, why do those mathematicians wear wigs?

In response, Wu Ye’s answer was--

It is an attitude of life to be full, but being handsome is a lifelong matter.

...

Although I don’t understand Xueba’s world view, for most people, learning is a boring thing, but I have to do it. Generally speaking, it is a headache.

But now Wu also suddenly discovered that teaching a person to study is even more troublesome than studying on his own, especially since the object being taught is still a second disease with a peculiar brain circuit.

Xiaoniaoyou's mind is not bad, as long as you work hard, it is absolutely no problem to exceed the class average, but this guy is unwilling.

Unable to learn, she always wanted to do something out. In just half an hour, she had tried countless times to distract Wu Ye with other topics.

Even in the end, even Wu himself was inadvertently brought into her rhythm.

For example, when Xiaoniaoyou tried to solve the equation in a psychic way, Wu even began to subconsciously calculate her success rate...

Isn't this the rhythm to be assimilated?!

Wu, who suddenly realized this, instantly realized that he thought he was saving people, but he might actually be playing with fire.

Shouldn't my mind be overloaded...?

This kind of absurd thought suddenly filled Wu Ye's mind, so that Xiaoniaoyou called him several times and he did not respond.

"Wu Ye? Wu Ye? Could it be that your consciousness was swallowed by darkness?"

"...Not really."

"Really? Um, Takeya, I think..."

"No."

"Woo... what I want to say is that I want to go to the bathroom..."

"..."

Wu Ye who finally came back to his senses caught a glimpse of Xiaoniaou's red cheeks, and he whispered in embarrassment.

"...Go ahead."

Rubbing his somewhat sore eyes, Wu Ye, who knew he was gagged, was rarely depressed in his heart.

Could it be that my energy will be doubled in this state?Probably this is the so-called Debuff under the influence of the second disease...

He raised his head, and before he knew it, the clouds on the horizon had gradually been dyed red.

It's almost time to prepare dinner.

It is a good choice to use some trivial daily life to adjust your head half-step into the danger zone. Looking at the time on the alarm clock, Wu Ye was thinking about when to cook, but suddenly came downstairs. With a scream--