"Okay." Shen Zhifei stood up with his schoolbag, "Then let's start now, shall we?" ”

"Don't worry, eat first, and Teacher Shen will also eat a little together."

Ye Guangbai warmly invited, and Shen Zhifei did not refuse.

After dinner, the two returned to Qin Jiu's room together.

Shen Zhifei sat down at the desk, opened the Chinese paper, and took a closer look at the composition she wrote.

The writing is concise and the words are accurate, the only pity is-

Wooden feelings!

The essay topic of this monthly exam is "Love and Gratitude", and she is completely routine, and the emotional part is not deep enough.

Fortunately, the writing is good enough, the words are beautiful, and the teacher's score is not too low.

"Do you know what your biggest weakness is in your essay?"

"No matter how well you teach, I can't write articles with feelings." Qin Jiu stood up and took out his homework from his schoolbag, "So...... Your job is to help me with my homework. ”

She can write all these homework, and Qin Jiu doesn't want to waste time on such useless things.

Anyway, it's also to deal with the teacher, and whoever writes is the same.

Shen Zhifei's gaze fell on the homework book on the table, and he raised his eyebrows slightly.

It's not easy to make money for small things!

Giving the homework to Shen Zhifei, Qin Jiu had nothing to do, took the book he saw and leaned on the sofa.

Shen Zhifei stood up and helped her take a cushion to her back, Qin Jiu was not polite, moved to find the most comfortable posture, opened the book and continued to read, Shen Zhifei returned to the table and seriously helped her with her homework.

After finishing her homework, Shen Zhifei helped her organize her schoolbag according to the class schedule.

Shen Zhifei looked sideways, and the book "Kanglong Has Regrets" that only had two or three pages left in her hand fell into her hand.

"Is it pretty?"

Qin Jiu lowered the book in his hand: "The plot is exciting, and the protagonist is a little mentally retarded. ”

Shen Zhifei: "......"

"Why do you say that?"

The plot of the book is very exciting, she just can't understand the emotional entanglement of the characters in it.

Knowing that saving people is to send them to death, what is it that is not mentally retarded?

"He knew that if he went to save the heroine, he might be injured and die, why did he go?"

Shen Zhifei turned around and met her eyes with a deep gaze.

"That's because...... Love! ”

"Love?" Qin Jiu blinked, "Teacher Shen, what does it feel like to love someone?" ”

"Love is a weakness and armor." Shen Zhifei's tone was deep and his expression was serious, "If human instinct is to drive away advantages and avoid harm, then love is an existence that transcends instinct, when you fall in love with someone, you will willingly pay and sacrifice for the other party." ”

"Forget it, I don't want to sacrifice for someone else."

Shen Zhifei smiled, but there was distress in his eyes.

Getting up and walking over, he bent down and landed his large hand lightly on the top of her hair.

Feeling the gentle touch on the top of his head, Qin Jiu raised his eyes and met his eyes.

His palms were warm, and his thumb gently stroked the corners of her forehead, moving gently.

There were emotions in the eyes that stared at her that she couldn't read.

"Jiu'er, you have to remember that love is not just sacrifice, but also happiness."

Plop, plop, plop!

Inexplicably, her heart beat suddenly.

"I'm leaving, see you tomorrow."

Retracting his palm, Shen Zhifei left with a smile.

Qin Jiu didn't send him, he raised his finger and pressed it on his wrist.

Heart rate: 80!

How is this possible, except for exercise, her heart rate never exceeds 65.

Grabbing her phone, she pulled up Zhou Li's phone in the phone book and dialed it.

On the other end of the phone, Zhou Li, the brain surgery boss of the imperial capital, had just undergone a major operation and was dragging his suitcase to board the plane and return to China.

Seeing the three words "Little Ancestor" on the screen, he stopped and connected the phone with a concerned tone.

"Ninth Master Ancestor, what's wrong?"

I have known her for five years, and the number of times the other party has taken the initiative to call him does not add up to five times.

If it weren't for something, she would never have called him.