Yan Yichen pulled out a chair and sat down, flipped through his notes, as if he knew the person in front of him well, and didn't ask what the other party didn't understand, and started directly from the grammar of the first class.

Tang Xing couldn't believe that this was a note made by a transfer student, obviously he didn't participate in the course, but the notes were written in great detail, even easier to understand than what the teacher said in class.

"Yan Yichen." Looking at the person who had already picked up the pen and pointed at the first grammar ready to start, Tang Xing couldn't help but call.

"Huh?" Yan Yichen looked at her.

"Do you know how long the exam is left?" Tang Xing asked deliberately.

It is impossible for a person like Yan Yichen to not know the exam time, but since she knows, she should know that with her level, the probability of a miracle in such a short period of time is too low.

Yan Yichen lowered his eyes, clicked on the notebook with the tip of the pen, and did not answer.

Tang Xing took a deep breath and continued, "If I ......"

"There are no ifs." Before she could finish her sentence, she was suddenly interrupted.

Tang Xing turned his head, and the two lines of sight collided together.

From the bottom of those calm eyes, Tang Xingxin was hit by something, and there were layers of ripples, and he couldn't calm down for a long time.

In this sentence, there is great affirmation.

This affirmation can be seen from a simple look.

It's as if he Yan Yichen said that there is no if, then there is no if, as if, his self-confidence is not to himself, but to her.

She didn't have confidence in herself, but Yan Yichen believed in her so much.

He believed she could do it.

So, there are no ifs.

"Okay." After a long time, Tang Xing spoke.

As this sound fell, Tang Xing straightened up, put away his doubts about himself, and picked up the pen to cheer up a little.

From today onwards, she is going to wash off the label of the scumbag.

You must pass this exam.

Not only because of himself, but also because of Yan Yichen.

At the end of the night, Tang Xing found that Yan Yichen had avoided the difficult grammar and taught her relatively simple and basic.

And he has a good grasp of her attention span, and every time Yan Yichen stops in time before she loses her spirits.

Learning English, in addition to grammar, is all that remains with rote memorization.

Seeing that the paper handed over by Yan Yichen was full of more than a dozen words, Tang Xing's head was bigger.

Yan Yichen suddenly asked what the first word she wanted to memorize was, Tang Xing thought it was because he was afraid that she would forget the raid check, and lazily replied, "meat." ”

"Do you want to eat it?" Looking at the person who put his face on the table without an image, Yan Yichen chuckled.

Hearing this, Tang Xing raised his head sharply and replied without hesitation, "Yes." ”

"Memorized." Yan Yichen saw that the head was going to hang down again, so he added in time, "Please have supper." ”

Thinking of the fried chicken last time, Tang Xing swallowed and foamed, cheering up a little.

After Yan Yichen left her a task, he left for a while.

When the door was opened again, a scent followed.

Tang Xing's nose sniffed vigorously a few times, and as soon as he put down the pen in his hand, he saw a plate of fried golden and crispy chicken nuggets presented in front of him.

The aroma that was still bubbling on it kept stimulating Tang Xing's nerves, and saliva flooded his mouth unconsciously.

I just reached out to taste the delicious chicken nuggets, but was grabbed by a hand.

"The words are all right back, these are yours." Yan Yichen's voice fell from the top of his head.

Tang Xing held his head high, and what fell into his eyes was Yan Yichen's pointed jaw. Even from a bird's-eye view, the face is still impeccable.

Tang Xing blinked his eyes and asked pitifully, "What if you have the wrong back." ”