After breakfast, the driver took them to the library.

In half a month, it will be the first monthly exam in the second semester of the third year of high school, so the little girl must study seriously.

As soon as he entered, he took the schoolbag from Jiang Yanxiu's hand, found a place by the window with few people and sat down.

Jiang Yanxiu saw that she was studying very seriously, so she didn't make a sound, and read quietly beside her.

It wasn't until twenty minutes later that he felt the little girl looking at him and tilted his head to look back.

Xuan Soft sighed when he looked at the question.

Although with the help of the original owner's memory, it will not be completely ignorant, but if there is no accident, the results of this monthly examination will definitely be much lower than the original owner's admission scores.

What to do if the stuffing is exposed.

But math problems, physics problems, and chemistry problems are really difficult.

Why did the original owner want to learn reason?

The little girl clubbed her chin, tilted her head to look at Jiang Yanxiu's distraction, and when she thought of this, she pursed her mouth.

If so, how can it be explained?

Jiang Yanxiu was so cute by the little girl, he also looked at her with his chin in his club, and after a while, Xuan Soft turned his head and started to work on the question again.

The expression is serious and serious, as if facing an old enemy.

He glanced at the five three in the little girl's hand, and looked back at the original foreign language book in front of him with a smile.

Ten minutes later, Jiang Yanxiu looked at Xuan Ruan again, and he laughed helplessly.

The fair-skinned and beautiful hand reached out to the blank five-three and knocked on it.

Xuan Soft stared at this hand for a few seconds before she could come back to her senses, and then she reacted that she was caught in a distraction.

The little girl shrunk her neck weakly, took the book in her hand and stood in front of her, and shrank her head behind the book.

A playful smile rose to the corner of the boy's lips.

Jiang Yanxiu leaned back, leaned back on the back of the chair to look at her, looked at it for a while, pinched the book with his long fingers, and took it to his hand.

Xuan Soft's beautiful face was uncovered, and his face was a little red.

He closed the book slowly, and looked at her with a smile in his eyes: "This was the scroll when I entered the library, and it is still this scroll." ”

The boy knocked her forehead: "Didn't you say that you want to teach me to the first place?" ”

Xuan soft pouted, sighing like an old man.

She didn't expect this question to be so difficult.

She hadn't experienced the student plane for a long time, which made her misjudge and overestimate herself.

Jiang Yanxiu pinched her cheeks, and her face was full of smiles: "So, how does Teacher Soft want to teach?" ”

Xuan Soft turned the roll upside down, leaned on half of his body, and blocked it tightly: "Who, who let you be by my side?" ”

The young man's dark eyes had a bright smile in his eyes: "I'm by your side, what does it have to do with you not doing the question?" ”

He raised his hand and pulled the long hair from Cutie's ear behind his ear.

"Absolutely!" The little girl buried her face in the circle around her arms, and said in a muffled and justified voice, "You are so good-looking, of course I am not in the mood to do the question!" ”

Jiang Yan smiled slightly.

He glanced at the nearby people who were reading or studying, and leaned closer to Xuan Soft a few centimeters: "You are also good-looking, how can I be in the mood to read?" ”

Xuan Soft raised his head unconvinced, and then was stunned.

The tips of the noses of the two touched each other, and the distance was very close, and even the atmosphere became ambiguous because of the contact of the skin.

Jiang Yanxiu didn't expect this, and froze a little for a while.

But after a second, the little girl sat up straight, pointed to his book, and retorted in a low voice: "Who said that?" You've been looking at this page! ”

Ambiguous scattered.

Jiang Yanxiu maintained such a posture and looked at Xuan Ruan.

Suddenly, he hooked his lower lip.

The smile is handsome and beautiful: "Mine is a foreign book, yours is a weekend homework, it's different." ”