Wen Heng only felt that his throat was a little itchy, if it weren't for his good restraint, I was afraid that he couldn't control himself and wanted to get closer at this time, right?

sighed slightly in his heart, and finally put down the book in resignation, pulled Wen Ling's scroll, and asked in a low voice, "Which one won't?" ”

"This." Wen Ling wanted to say that she wouldn't know anything, but she was afraid that if she said it, she might be beaten.

And the benefactor is probably very busy, so it's good to ask yourself.

Seeing Wen Ling's question, Wen Heng was silent for a moment.

He actually wanted to ask, and the teacher had just finished talking about this question.

But as soon as he looked up, he saw that the little girl was looking at him with her eyes open, her mouth still moving, obviously still holding the piece of candy.

Wen Heng's eyebrows and eyes unconsciously deepened a little, and the words that had already reached his mouth were gently swallowed back.

"This question ......" Wen Heng picked up the pen and began to lecture Wen Ling.

"What does this formula mean?" As a result, Wen Ling would not even substitute the formula she had learned in her first year of high school, and she couldn't understand it at all when she talked about it at this time.

Wen Heng mentioned one, and she asked.

Wen Heng: ......!

After six or seven minutes of talking about a question, the end of class was almost over, and Wen Heng's mouth was dry, but unfortunately, Wen Ling still didn't understand.

Wen Heng changed his posture, and after thinking about it, he spoke: "Your foundation may be poor, this question may be a little difficult now, so let's wait for me to go home tonight to find the notes of the first year of high school, and show it to you when the time comes." ”

"That's right." Wen Ling also knew that his foundation was poor, and of course the original owner was not much better.

Knowing that the benefactor didn't dislike him, Wen Ling was quite happy.

"Thank you then, Wen Heng." After reacting, the little ginseng essence squinted and smiled.

This smile is sweet and soft, especially with such a voice.

Wen Heng felt that the tip of his heart suddenly became agitated, the kind that he couldn't control.

"You're welcome."

The little girl had already turned around, because her hair was not tied up, and it was still very long, so as soon as she turned around, her hair flicked away, and there were a few strands of disobedient hair, which gently brushed from Wen Heng's fingers that were still on the table.

That gaze quietly followed the few strands of green silk and slowly passed.

finally turned into a beam of light and slowly sank into the body of the little girl in front of her.

Wen Heng's efficiency in reading books dropped suddenly.

But before he could get annoyed, the class bell rang.

If he made the rolls, he couldn't meditate.

I can only continue to read the book in my hand, and from time to time I have to listen to the paper taught by the math teacher in front of me.

But more often than not, the eyes will still fall on the little girl in front.

The little girl sat with a stiff back, like a schoolboy, and almost had her hands behind her back.

The little head is raised from time to time and lowered from time to time.

I don't know if I understand it, but it's true that this little head keeps moving.

So much so that Wen Heng had already retracted his gaze, and what was shaking in front of him was still the little girl's cute little head, shaking and shaking.

It was like a pebble thrown into the lake, rippling in circles and waves.

Wen Heng knew that going here would be a catastrophe, but he was still willing to go and didn't want to turn back.