Xiang Xiaoyuan felt very angry this week, and a few days later, that guy started to be mentally ill again.

It was obvious that he tore his own sheets, but he was so fierce that he wanted to die.

Is there any reason for this shijie?

I think of the two people quarreling with each other again, but why is there always a feeling that the chicken and the duck are talking about it, and the bull's head is not in the horse's mouth.

The two of them are really not all the way, and they still have no tacit understanding after so long, and they can't even quarrel on a topic.

"Xiao Yuanyuan!"

Xiang Xiaoyuan rubbed her clothes brutally, and Zhong Yuan jumped behind her back and covered her eyes.

"Sister Harahara. Xiao Yuan grinned.

Zhong Yuan let go of his hand, handed her two postcards, and whispered in her ear: "Liang Jingtao sent it!"

Xiao Yuan's heart suddenly emptied, and he hurriedly wiped his hands in a panic and took the postcard.

It was sent by Brother Jing Tao from Berlin.

Looking at the familiar self and the magnificent Cologne church on the postcard, Xiaoyuan suddenly felt like crying.

I don't know when Brother Jing Tao will come back, his game will not go well.

Thinking of Liang Jingtao, and Cheng Hao's angry heart was immediately banished aside, and those unpleasant people were completely thrown into the ditch, and then stepped on a few more times.

It's simply not worth spending so many brain cells on those little problems.

In the blink of an eye, it was the weekend again, and Xiang Xiaoyuan came to Cheng's house again.

I had a fight with Cheng Hao last week, although I really didn't think much about it this week, but standing here, she still felt a little awkward.

After dinner, Cheng Hao stopped her.

"After packing up, go to the study and look for me. With that, he put down his chopsticks and got up to leave.

Xiao Yuan frowned, not knowing what he was looking for himself.

****

Xiang Xiaoyuan stood at the door of the study, looking at Cheng Hao lying on the couch with a lazy posture, the white nightgown on his body was just casually wrapped around his torso, faintly revealing the color of the skin on his chest.

Looking at Xiao Yuan stupidly poking at the door, Cheng Hao picked the corner of his eye.

His slightly ambiguous eyes made Xiao Yuan shudder involuntarily.

"Why are you standing stupidly, come in!" he yelled.

Seeing that he began to roar, Xiao Yuan's heart became steady.

Cheng Hao stretched out his finger and pointed to the desk and said, "It's half past six, an hour and a half." ”

Xiao Yuan was confused, but he still sat at the desk very obediently, only to find that there was an English paper on the table.

"I'll read you the listening part, and I'll start when I'm ready. ”

Cheng Hao didn't even have his eyelids, just leaning on the couch and flipping through a book.

Xiao Yuan gritted his teeth, he had never been so nervous.

The sudden exam plunged her whole body into an inexplicable fear.

"Hey, okay?" he saw as she sat there stiffly, and couldn't help but urge.

Xiao Yuan bit her lip and nodded with a bitter face.

Cheng Hao couldn't see her expression, nor could he feel the bitterness in her heart, so he just said loudly: "It's started." ”

His pronunciation is very standard, it sounds the same as the BBC recording, but even if his pronunciation is standard and he can't understand it, he still can't understand it!

……

An hour and a half passed quickly, and Xiao Yuan hadn't finished writing yet, Cheng Hao walked straight over and pulled her paper over.

He looked at Xiaoyuan's scroll, and the more he looked at it, the deeper his brows wrinkled.

Xiao Yuan looked at his deeply locked brows, and his heart went up and down, feeling that his heart was tangled together like his eyebrows.

"It shouldn't be because my pronunciation is not standard enough that you can't understand anything, right?"

Cheng Hao raised his head, smiled bitterly, and looked at the little girl standing beside him, with a worried and embarrassed face.

Xiang Xiaoyuan suddenly had a feeling that he wanted to find a crack in the ground to get into.

Cheng Hao sighed, took out a red pencil from the pen holder, and drew it in a circle on the scroll.

Suddenly, Xiang Xiaoyuan had the feeling of being stripped naked, standing naked in the sun and being watched.

She rubbed her hands together nervously, and her feet kept pacing, like an ant on a hot pot, panicked to the extreme.

Cheng Hao only put down his pen in half of the sentence and sneered: "How did you live at level six?"

Xiaoyuan stammered: "I'...... I didn't take the sixth grade, yes...... Be...... It's a fourth-level ......"

Cheng Hao shook his head, the expression on his face was incomprehensible.

"Then how did you get through level four?"

Xiaoyuan was about to cry: "Meng's ......"

Cheng Hao laughed, this should be her actual level.

He pouted her with the tail of his eyes again, seeing that her little face was flushed, her mouth was flattened, and her aggrieved appearance was more like a porcelain doll.

"It's not me who hits you, you're at this level, it's better to die for the graduate school entrance examination. ”

Xiao Yuan just wanted to refute, but found that he was unable to deal with it at all, so he could only open his mouth, and then lowered his head again.

Cheng Hao threw her a card: "Continue to study on the weekend, and go to the audition tomorrow." ”

With that, he turned and walked out of the study.

Xiao Yuan looked at his back, the whole person felt like he was being evacuated, he slumped weakly on the chair, he really wanted to cry, but he couldn't cry.

Early on Saturday morning, as soon as Xue Cheng entered the door, he ran into Xiang Xiaoyuan, who was walking out with a bitter face.

"Where are you going?" he grabbed her.

Xiao Yuan looked up at him, pulled out his arm, said "I have something" and left.

"Hey, where are you going? I'll send you?" he shouted.

Xiao Yuan didn't even look back, it seemed that her mood was terrible today.

Xue Cheng came in and saw Cheng Hao nestled on the sofa.

"What's wrong with her?"

Cheng Hao sneered and shook his head, continuing to read the newspaper.

****

Xiang Xiaoyuan sat on the sofa and kept changing his posture, as if the sofa was full of nails, and it would be uncomfortable to sit on.

Miss Chen, who was wearing a skirt uniform and a badge on the other side, saw her uneasiness and couldn't help laughing: "You relax a little, there is no need to be so nervous." "After that, I introduced myself.

Xiao Yuan stuck out his tongue and didn't dare to move anymore, but he couldn't help but whisper, "Miss Chen, may I ask...... Are you really a school here?"

Yes, this foreign language training institution located in a high-end office building, how do you look at it, how does it not look like a school.

The decoration here is like a high-end clubhouse, and the small rooms are different in style, but they are all very interesting.

For example, the room where she is now is decorated with white marble, surrounded by green plants and large clusters of phalaenopsis, the environment is fresh and elegant, the space is bright and transparent, if it weren't for an electronic whiteboard and computer in front of her, Xiaoyuan would not have associated this place with the school at all.

The reception lady smiled slightly, asked her to make a small piece, and accompanied her to listen to a few English listening passages, so she went out with a smile.

Only Xiao Yuan knew how nervous he was, and when he grabbed the mouse to do the multiple-choice question just now, his hands trembled terribly.

After a while, the reception lady brought a woman in her fifties.

Xiang Xiaoyuan saw that the people who came were peaceful and gentle, and they were knowledgeable, and this heart was steady.