"Do you know that I teach a cram school in the third year of high school?" Since he entered Yu Leyao's cram school, Shen Zhongqing has been pestering him to go home with him, he was a little uncomfortable at first, but later he got used to waiting for her. In the past twenty years, he has been in contact with many women who have interacted with him, except for his mother and his sister, who is his little niece, and he is the most sticky for a four-year-old girl, even if her father is present, he is no match for his little uncle. The one next to him who followed him was the third.

"Hmmm, yes, hehehe....." Help, who will tell her, she just answered a question during class. How did she know that this was a cram school in the third year of high school. "Maybe I'm talented, no, or you teach too well Teacher Yu. ”

He didn't demolish her either, and although he was surprised by the speed at which she could learn, she was able to keep up with him and let her go. After all, what teacher is not satisfied with bringing a smart student?

The two of them went to and from class together for half a month, so she was as sweet as eating honey for half a month. He can talk to anyone with a smile, and he can discuss the latest movie or - him with the female classmates from time to time. The students in the cram school take good care of this little girl who is only fifteen years old but comes to the third year of high school cram school, the boys are a seven-seven maybe because she is very well-behaved and cute like a sister, and the girls are because she is called Yu Le Yaoyao's brother.

Thinking that when she first called him Brother Yao, his expression was dumbfounded and very confused. But it was only for a moment that he couldn't react, and looked at her with a frown.

"You're not older than me, but you're not that big, it's weird to call a teacher. So I'll call you Brother Yao. "It's a little bit closer. She quietly added in her heart.

He hummed lightly and acquiesced. After all, the mouth grows on the little girl's own body, can he still force her not to call him that? But this is the first time that someone has called his brother so softly and glutinously, and he is not disgusted, but feels a little strange.

Zi was "deliberately" mentioned by him, and she kept a low profile in class. The principle of his questions is to answer her if she draws it, and if she doesn't draw it, the answer will be secretly reminded of the person who was drawn, hehe, look at how witty she is.

In summer, the weather changes quickly, and the sky may be clear in the morning, and there may be lightning and thunder in the afternoon. Today, Yu Leyao went home after two classes, and she and her classmates in the cram school took two more physics classes before leaving school. Although it was for him, since they all signed up for cram school, it would not be a bad thing to study hard. It was raining outside at this time, and she didn't expect it to rain at noon when the weather was fine in the morning, and when she came with him in the morning, she seemed to see an umbrella in his bag.

It's okay now, it looks like we can only wait for the rain to stop.

Having made up her mind, she sat quietly in the classroom and waited for the rain to stop, and the pencil swished on the paper to trace his figure. Today should be a thundershower, because at the first sound of thunder she shrank up, and her little face turned pale. The pencil pulled a deep streak in the paper from her movements, which happened to be on his white shirt that she had drawn.

"Shen Qiqi?" An uncertain tone came from the door, and she buried her head in the crook of her arm, not daring to move even if she heard the voice.

The man approached, his trouser legs and shoes wet from the rain, holding a dripping umbrella in one hand and reaching for her with the other.

"Seventy-seven. "It's Yu Leyao, it's him. His hand patted her shoulder gently, and his voice was gentle, this was Yu Leyao. She looked up suddenly, tears in her big eyes, and when she saw him, she hugged him directly. The white shirt on his body was also wet from the heavy rain, and the cold was attached to his body, and the temperature of her tears became clearer. Again and again, he gently patted her on the back and waited for her to stabilize before helping her pack her things.

"How did you come back. Shen Zhongqing's voice was still a little hoarse, softly, like a cat.

"Grab something. Her hand had been holding him since just now," and it landed in the office. He tilted his umbrella over her again.