After eating, Song Zhu naturally instructed Xie Jue to wash the dishes, while he rarely relaxed and sat on the floor of the living room playing with his mobile phone.

She also recently re-registered WeChat, and then found that she was pulled into the class group by Mu Jiang.

There are a lot of people in the class, and there is no teacher, Song Zhu opened the list of members and glanced at it, looked up and asked through the kitchen door: "Xie Jue, do you have WeChat?" ”

As soon as she finished speaking, she heard the sound of porcelain breaking from the kitchen.

Song Zhu: "......"

She walked over to see that the young man was still holding a dishwasher in one hand, the tips of his ears were a little red, and he glared at her with some annoyance: "You scared me!" ”

Scaring him?

Song Zhu rolled his eyes, stopped his action of wanting to squat down to pick up the debris, took a broom and dustpan from the balcony, and drove the person out of the kitchen. Then he skillfully swept all the pieces into the dustpan and emptied them into the garbage bag.

"You haven't washed the dishes?"

She caught a glimpse of a stack of unwashed dishes next to her and turned back to him.

Xie Jue stood in the living room with a brush and his arms crossed, and snorted coldly, seemingly acquiescing.

yes...... How can a villain boss need to do his own dishes?

"And how do you usually eat?"

"Order takeout, instant noodles, snacks."

Song Zhu furrowed his eyebrows and looked him up and down several times: "Can you still grow so tall after eating those?" ”

She was also out of options, so she stretched out her hand: "Give me the brush, I'll come." ”

Who knew that Xie Jue was also quite stubborn, and glanced at her coldly: "No need." ”

As he spoke, he pushed her away and walked back into the kitchen, "I'll pay for the bowl, you teach me to wash it." ”

Washing dishes can be taught, but Song Zhu had no choice, so he had to wipe his hands and stand next to the kitchen sink and watch him wash.

I have to say that Xie Jue's hands are very good-looking, with slender knuckles and white skin, except for those small scars, they look like a pair of natural artists' hands.

She stared at her until she heard another crackling sound.

Song Zhu raised his head to look at him.

Xie Jue: "...... I pay. ”

Originally, it got dark early in winter, and when the dishes were washed, the sky was completely dark, and the new resident of the Song family, who had not paid the accommodation fee, owed Song Zhu two bowls.

Xie Jue was completely in a state of being out of breath, washing the dishes cost him half his life, which was more tiring than fighting in a group. After washing, he immediately took out his mobile phone and wanted to play a game, but was stopped by Song Zhu again.

"WeChat, do you have one?"

He paused, nodded, and pulled up the QR code for her to scan.

Song Zhu looked at it, Xie Jue's WeChat name was a letter X, and the avatar was all black, and then compared the group members of the class group, he found that he was really not in the class group.

So she asked him, "Do you work overtime?" ”

Xie Jue just received her friend application, and the little girl's WeChat account is as soft as herself, and her avatar is a white, soft bunny. He glanced twice, didn't make a note, and went straight through the addition.

- There aren't many people on his friends list anyway.

"No."

This answer was expected by Song Zhu, and she didn't force him, after all, the administrator of the group was Mu Jiangzhu.

"I'll forward the news to you after that."

"Hmm."

Talking to this person is like this, cherishing words like gold, and it's very boring.

Song Zhu simply ignored him anymore, took out his homework from his bag, Xie Jue stacked it, she stacked it, and lightly reminded him to "write homework", and when he saw that he didn't respond, he went to write his own.

This house is small, with one bedroom, one living room and one bathroom, and there is no desk in the bedroom, so Song Zhu sits at the living room dining table and writes.

She is very focused when she does things, which is a habit she has developed in her previous life, even if she is tired, she will only move her joints a little, and she will continue to do it in one go.

Xie Jue played the game and met a player who hung up, just lost a game, and was on a grumpy point. After quitting the game, I looked up, but found that the living room was very dim, except for the table lamp in front of the table, which was bright and shining on the girl's cheeks.

Like a painting.

He couldn't think of a better adjective to describe the scene.

Song Zhu happened to finish a subject and was about to change books, and his eyes happened to meet Xie Jue's.

As soon as Xie Jue wanted to look away, he saw her purse her lips and smile at him, then stood up and walked to the entrance to turn on the headlights.

The living room suddenly brightened.

"Why don't you turn on the lights?"

She asked.

The girl usually doesn't think it's a particularly amazing look, and he never paid attention to her throughout his freshman year. But after getting to know her, I found out that she is really the type that looks better the more she looks, like tea, and the aftertaste is endless.

Just like at this moment, he looked at him with a smile: "It's not good for your eyes." ”

He looked at her, his hand subconsciously extinguishing the phone screen.

Xie Jue is at home alone, in fact, he basically doesn't turn on the lights.

Although he said that those debts had nothing to do with him, it was his mother in the end. Most of the family's money was saved by him, and the electricity bill was all saved if he could, and it didn't matter if he turned off the lights anyway.

Sometimes he even felt like a corpse still breathing.

And now...... Someone turned on a light for him.

Until Song Zhu finished his homework, Xie Jue sat on the sofa and didn't play games, but only occasionally looked at his mobile phone, as if he was in a daze.

She glanced at the wall clock on the wall.

It's nine o'clock.

"Xie Jue."

She called out to him, softly.

Xie Jue subconsciously hummed.

"It's time for you to do your homework."

Xie Jue: "......"

He wanted to sarcastically say "what's your business", but in the end he didn't say anything, walked over and pulled out a chair opposite her, sat down, and asked lazily, "What homework?" ”

Song Zhu was a little surprised by his well-behavedness, so he put the homework book in front of him and pointed it out to him: "This classical Chinese text needs to be translated, mathematics is half a paper, chemistry is last week's homework, but it will be handed in tomorrow, and there is a physics ......."

They are all science students, and science students have more rigid homework rules than liberal arts, which sounds like a lot of trouble.

Song Zhu noticed that impatience gradually rose in Xie Jue's eyes, and hurriedly stopped talking.

"I looked at your grades, math is the best, basically the highest in all subjects every time, let's start with math, right?"

She handed over the paper, "The questions that really don't know are empty first, I'll tell you later." ”

Xie Jue only glanced at the scroll, he actually didn't know most of it.

"Is this necessary?"

He asked, "I have already applied to the school not to take the college entrance examination." ”

Don't take the college entrance exam?

Song Zhu was shocked in vain, no wonder Xie Jue was at the bottom of his grades, he didn't come to class, and he had never been demerited or dissuaded.

She gritted her teeth and made her tone as calm as possible: "Do you know how precious the opportunity of the college entrance examination is? ”

In the previous life, in order to take the college entrance examination, she made efforts and concessions that he did not dare to imagine, just to win this opportunity, so that she could gain dignity and respect from others.

"I don't know, I don't want to."

Xie Jue propped his head, and his eyebrows gradually became irritable.

What he hates the most is that others tell him about his grades and studies, and he hates that they always compare him with Mu Jiangzhu.

Song Zhu paused for a moment, she looked at him for a long time, and finally softened her tone.

"You try it first."

She coaxed a child, "I've checked, if it's an art student, the grades in arts and sciences are not so important." ”

The girl's bright eyes stared straight at him, "Xie Jue, you are actually very powerful." ”

Xie Jue was stunned.

Then he heard the sound of a microwave oven coming from the kitchen, Song Zhu hurriedly stood up and ran over, and after a while came out with two glasses of milk, one was placed in front of him, and one was taken by himself and took a sip.

"Write it."

Song Zhu flipped through his other homework, picked up the pen and began to do it, "You shouldn't have time to do this, I'll help you hand it in tomorrow after I'm done." ”

"Let's take our time."

Xie Jue looked at her, and then looked down at the scroll in front of him. I was so disgusted with this matter, but I don't know why, when I saw her like this, I actually wanted to compromise a little.

He picked up his pen and looked at the first multiple-choice question.

…… If it's a try, then give it a try. Still living here after all.