Zhao Jiangchuan lowered his head and didn't speak, he worked hard so that he wouldn't let himself laugh out loud.

He could actually see that the fierceness on Li Hanruo's face was pretending, and he even knew why Li Hanruo deliberately pretended to be very angry.

This little girl's sense of responsibility is quite strong....

Zhao Jiangchuan thought.

But Zhao Jiangchuan still wanted to laugh, because he knew that his next words would definitely make Li Hanruo really burst into flames.

"Why don't you speak? Tell me why you're late today. ”

You told me to say it!

"Overslept in the morning. ”

"You...."

Sure enough, Li Hanruo didn't seem to expect Zhao Jiangchuan to say this, and he said it so justifiably, he was so angry that he couldn't even finish his words.

But what made Li Hanruo hold back to the chest was that she couldn't find a reason to train Zhao Jiangchuan again.

She knew that what Zhao Jiangchuan said this time was all true. 、

How can this be trained, shouldn't he be trained to tell the truth?

"You..."

Under the anger, Li Hanruo's entire chest rose and fell rapidly, and even the Nizi coat he was wearing outside could no longer cover the bulge.

This made Zhao Jiangchuan, who was aiming at there intentionally or unintentionally, start to worry about whether it would suddenly explode.

"Whew...."

Li Hanruo let out a deep sigh to calm down the mood that was annoyed by Zhao Jiangchuan, and after feeling that he could finally maintain the majesty that a teacher should have.

Li Hanruo said with a cold face: "Come to me after school to make up for the class, and the midterm exam is coming soon, don't drag me back in the class." ”

Make-up Lessons?Make-up English?

My teacher Li, can you change the routine.

What are you kidding, Zhao Jiangchuan can mix well abroad, and neither English nor French can be said to be true.

It's not that Zhao Jiangchuan looks down on an English teacher like Li Hanruo who comes to teach after graduating from college, even if it is an English teacher in a university compared to his authentic New York accent, I'm afraid it's not a little bit worse.

To be tutored by such an English teacher who speaks Chinese Chinese, Zhao Jiangchuan is how tired and crooked he is.

But he couldn't say this, so Zhao Jiangchuan had to nod helplessly.

"Don't be late next time, hurry in, borrow your classmates' notes and study them first.....

……

In the fourth row of the classroom, Zhao Jiangchuan casually threw his schoolbag on the table, and leaned lazily on the table behind him.

"Zhao Jiangchuan, this is the homework you asked me to write yesterday. ”

The voice is a little delicate, his face is a little pale, and he looks timid, and he seems to be frightened by any wind and grass, even if he is talking to Zhao Jiangchuan, he doesn't dare to look him in the eyes.

Ai Xiaoai, a girl whose name is the same no matter how she reads, she is Zhao Jiangchuan's tablemate in high school for three years.

Looking at the homework book handed over by Ai Xiaoai, Ai Xiaoai's appearance like a little daughter-in-law who is often angry made Zhao Jiangchuan touch his nose very innocently.

Of course, Zhao Jiangchuan knew what was going on, so he himself felt very innocent.

"I wasn't a thing before. ”

Memories replayed in Zhao Jiangchuan's mind through time, and in the three years that she was at the same table with Ai Xiaoai, this unlucky tablemate was bullied by her.

Asking her to help with her homework is a trivial matter, and it is a daily routine to prank her, and even deliberately knotted her hair, and then watched her cry.

This kind of lack of Degas is a good thing that Zhao Jiangchuan often did in his three years of high school, and now, even he himself feels that he is not a thing.

However, Zhao Jiangchuan in the past didn't understand why he was so bad back then, but now he doesn't understand anything.

In fact, he once liked this tablemate named Ai Xiaoai.

In other words, once, he had a good impression of this cowardly classmate who was frightened and was like a bunny.

The most innocent era of young boys and girls is nothing more than in that period of ignorance that seems to understand what they don't understand, the natural attraction between the opposite sex, the kind of resistance that wants to get close but can't let go of dignity, so that many people will do things that are completely opposite to their real thoughts.

In other words, in those blank years of youth, many people did not realize why they did what they did.

When Zhao Jiangchuan looked at Ai Xiaoai again, he suddenly had a very subtle feeling, it was still that class or him, but now he is no longer the same person he was back then.

After taking over the homework books from Ai Xiaoai's hands, Zhao Jiangchuan subconsciously felt that he should apologize for his past self after thinking of this.

And then......

Zhao Jiangchuan put his hand on Ai Xiaoai, who had been lowering his head and didn't dare to look at him, first brushed her hair, and then gently stroked it on her head......

The action, like, was like soothing a quiet cat.

Ai Xiaoai was stunned, where would she have thought that Zhao Jiangchuan would suddenly have such an action, she had never had contact with the opposite sex, her body instantly became stiff, and she even seemed to forget to dodge.

Zhao Jiangchuan was no better, and when he realized what he was doing, he was dumbfounded.

Not long ago, Zhao Jiangchuan was still complaining that habits were not a good habit, but it didn't take long for the habit to develop habits and involuntarily reveal them again.

This kind of action of caressing a woman's head is a kind of vice that Zhao Jiangchuan has cultivated for many years, and he will always habitually caress the heads of female friends when they have some kind of intimate activity of the upper lip to the body.

Give encouragement.

"What the hell...," Zhao Jiangchuan cursed in his heart.

But before Zhao Jiangchuan could figure out how to get used to it and come out again, he felt that Ai Xiaoai's head shook gently from side to side, and his movements and expressions were very similar to the cats who were begging for comfort from their owners.

Zhao Jiangchuan was dumbfounded, what is the situation.

But his hand was not idle at all, and after feeling Ai Xiaoai's submissive reaction, his hand stroked Ai Xiaoai's head very familiarly.

It's like encouraging Ai Xiaoai's reaction.

……

When the two of them realized what they were doing, they quickly interrupted this inexplicable physical contact.

Ai Xiaoai was like being stung by a bee, so frightened that she quickly moved her head away, and her face, as if she had just finished wiping rouge, suddenly turned red to the base of her neck.

Zhao Jiangchuan didn't blush, and with the thickness of his cheek, he didn't know why he blushed. It's just that even if he is as thick-skinned as Zhao Jiangchuan, there is an indescribable embarrassment.

After Ai Xiaoai shrank her head, Zhao Jiangchuan, who was very natural on the surface and a little unnatural in his heart, put his hand back on the table with a dry smile.

"Could it be that we still have the potential to be scumbags, otherwise how could we even start such a small girl. Or is it a taste that deteriorates once you are reborn?"

Zhao Jiangchuan thought self-deprecatingly.

As if it was the first time he met his tablemates, Zhao Jiangchuan began to look at Ai Xiaoai carefully when she didn't dare to look up.