The bus stopped in front of a certain stop sign, and when Yan Huan arrived at the place where she was going, she got up from the back seat and got off.

The sky was cloudy early in the morning, and in early summer, heavy rain was coming.

When Yan Huan hurried to the Zong Mansion, she was already soaking wet, and the rain was dripping down her hair, and she was embarrassed.

Her tutor is the little master of the Zong Mansion, Zong Zheng.

Zongzheng's parents died in a car accident with him on a road trip when he was very young, and Zongzheng witnessed the death of his parents and has been suffering from autism ever since.

The old man of the Zong family and Lu Bowen have been friends for many years.

Therefore, when Yan Huan came to the Zong family to be a tutor, the Zong family treated her very politely.

……

"Blame me for being confused, I knew that the weather was so bad today, and I should have asked the driver to pick you up."

The housekeeper of the Zong family, Sister-in-law Hong, took clean clothes for Yan Huan and changed them and then made her ginger tea, "Mrs. Lu hurry up and drink it while it's hot, don't look back and catch a cold." ”

"Thank you, Sister Hong."

Yan Huan took the small porcelain bowl, blew it, closed his eyes and drank it in one gulp.

Sister-in-law Hong smiled, raised her hand and pointed upstairs, "Young Master Ah Zheng is upstairs, you go up first, and I'll cut the fruit and serve it to you later." ”

Yan Huan smiled and nodded at Hongsao, "Then I'll go upstairs first." ”

Zongzheng's room is in the first room on the right side of the second floor, and when Yan Huan went upstairs, the door of the room just opened, and a head poked out of the door, and when he saw her, he quickly shrank back, and the door slammed shut.

“……”

Autistic children have a somewhat eccentric temper, and Zongzheng is no exception.

When Yan Huan first came to Zong's family as a tutor, Zongzheng resisted, threw her with insects, and even threw things at her, but then he slowly got better.

"Knock knock", Yan Huan raised his hand to knock on the door, his voice was soft, "Ah Zheng, I'm Teacher Yan, you open the door." ”

It took about half a minute before the door opened from the inside, and the sixteen-year-old boy was already half a head taller than Yan Huan.

Somasa's mother is British, his eyes follow his mother, they are amber, his complexion is fair, and his facial features are delicate like a beautiful boy who came out of a comic.

Every time Yan Huan saw his face, he couldn't help but want to go up and pinch it.

"Have you finished the homework you were assigned last time?"

Zong Zheng snorted, threw a booklet to him very coldly, and raised his chin, meaning: You read for yourself.

Yan Huan assigned math homework last time.

Zong Zheng is very talented in science, and he didn't make any mistakes in the math homework assigned by Yan Huan, and on the last page of the homework, he drew a Peppa Pig with a pencil.

Yan Huan couldn't help laughing, she had dimples when she laughed, and her smile was bright and bright, and Zong Zheng was a little stunned for a while.

"This was drawn for me?"

Zong Zheng said 'hmm' again, and his eyes fell on the stack of books on the desk, after getting along for a long time, Yan Huan could understand some of the basic meanings he expressed.

Yan Huan said: "Today we study history. ”

Zongzheng collapsed.

He is highly talented in science, on the contrary, he is a little reluctant in the liberal arts, and he is basically completely resistant to liberal arts things.

Because of Zongzheng's non-cooperation, today's class was more difficult, and it took almost two hours longer than usual to finish the content.

It was already dark outside because of the rain.