The Blackened Male God Always Wants To Set A Routine For Me

Su Smoke nodded

“You eat..."

It's not over yet.

And he said,

“When is the teacher going to teach me to learn?

It's almost time for the quiz. Teacher's teaching must be a little effective. Otherwise, I'll pay for it for nothing. ”

Su Yan stared at him.

What's wrong with her?

“You never came back. I couldn't teach you a lesson. ”

Listen, I don't know why, but I smiled.

“The teacher sounds like he's blaming me. ”

The tone, like it's a tone, like it's deliberately so vague.

Su Yan shook his head

“You made a fool of yourself first. ”

As soon as the words came out, Huo Qiao's smile froze on his face.

Reach out, pull Su Smoke's arm, and pull her upstairs.

“Time for class, teacher. ”

Then Su Smoke was pulled upstairs.

This lesson lasts an hour.

Su Smoke sat on the chair and looked at someone who had been staring at her.

“Do you understand? ”

“No."

He said the truth was strong.

Su Yan took a look at the book.

“Probability is already the simplest thing. ”

“Oh, the teacher thinks I'm stupid? ”

Su Smoke didn't talk, he was messing around with books.

Half a buzz later,

“So, do you want to learn or not? ”

He even dropped the textbook and looked at her for an hour.

She thinks he doesn't look like he's going to study hard.

He nodded.

“Sure, but, teacher, if I finish the exam, what's the reward? ”

Su Yan remembered his remaining $20 and shook his head firmly.

“No reward. ”

Someone frowned.

“Isn't the teacher a little ruthless? ”

Su Yan, move your gaze.

“So what do you want?

I could consider it. ”

Huo Jie

“At the end of the entrance exam, the school organized a dance, and I lacked a dance partner. ”

“Let me be your date? ”

“Otherwise the teacher thinks I'm talking to myself about some bullshit? ”

Su Yan, listen to me. Look at him and nod.

“Okay, I'll think about it. ”

Xiaohua listened to this familiar word.

Consider.

Well, you can say no.

But... when did the host learn so badly?

How dare you play tricks again?

You know, this has been set aside before, and for the host, yes or no.

There has never been a blurred middle option.

Sure enough, the host grew up.

Xiaohua sighed.

There is a sentiment that my host grew up with.

After talking about the terms, someone finally started to study hard.

Neha, the gap is too big.

Nor can that tone make up for being fat.

Just a little bit.

Waiting for class to finish, it's already 10: 00 p.m.

She was a little hungry, wandering downstairs.

There's nobody downstairs at this point.

Go to the kitchen and open the fridge.

Take a bag of sliced bread out of it.

Open it. Just bite. There's noise behind it.

“What are you doing. ”

Su Smoke turned around and watched Huo resign standing behind her in his pajamas.

She stunned.

“Eat.”

He took a look.

“I'm hungry too. ”

Su Smoke handed him the bag of sliced bread.

“There's nothing else to eat in the fridge. ”

He said, grabbing the slice in his hand, lifting his hand and turning off the refrigerator.

Turns out the guy didn't even look at the bag slice in her hand.

Pull it together, no lights on, just moonlight in.

He bowed his head and bit the bread in Su's cigarette butt.

A bite. A deeper smile.

“This bread is not bad. ”

Saying, his throat rolled and he lowered his head again, biting.