"Change clothes for so long." Song Xiaoan muttered mercilessly, "You shouldn't have tried on all the clothes in the closet."

「······」

There was no sound behind him, and Song Xiaoan also guessed something, turned around abruptly, and lay on the sofa, "You really tried on all the clothes?!" She shouted in surprise.

Song Yimian put his hands in his pockets, looked at Song Xiaoan without any emotion, and raised his eyebrows very provocatively after a few seconds, as if to say, 'Yes and what, do you have an opinion?!' "

After a few eye contacts, Song Xiaoan was defeated, obediently turned around and sat back, "······ You're not that kind of person." She denied her words against her will.

Song Yimian stood in place, looked at the building opposite the floor-to-ceiling window in the living room, and said with some loss and irritability, "I'll go back to the room first."

Now that he has gone home, he is not interested in wasting time in the living room with Song Xiaoan.

"Turn off the TV if you don't watch it!" Song Yimian listened to the laughter on the TV, and the irritability in his heart was on the next level.

"Bang!" He slammed the door shut.

Song Xiaoan, who was lying crookedly on the sofa, was so frightened that his little heart tightened violently, and the action of playing the game in his hand also trembled, and the skills he used suddenly changed direction, hitting his teammates, and successfully sending him out of the battlefield.

"! Song Xiaoan, you are an undercover agent sent by the other party!" A teammate's angry shouting came from the earphones, "I almost won!" Holy!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Song Xiaoan's eyes returned to the game, and secretly scolded Song Yimian in her heart, if he hadn't closed the door so loudly and scared her, she wouldn't have been scolded by her teammates.

Here, Song Yimian returned to the room, leaned against the door with a sigh of relief, glanced at the pile of clothes on the bed that he hadn't had time to clean up, and didn't have the heart to clean up, so he casually stuffed them all into the closet, took off his coat and turned over and lay on the bed, staring at the white ceiling. Thoughts are disorganized, and thoughts are flying.

Half an hour later, lying a little cold, he got up and put on his loungewear jacket, and threw the whole set of clothes he had just eaten into the dirty laundry basket in the bathroom. When he turned around, he felt that the small white basket was a bit of an eyesore, so he didn't hesitate to push the basket into the corner.

When I came out of the bathroom, I saw the big red calendar hanging behind the door, and I stepped forward and tore several sheets in a row, several of them were torn, and several of them were clumped, and they were thrown into the trash after being deflated.

When he returned to the table after finishing everything and was about to do his homework, Song Xiaoan's deliberately amplified voice came from the living room that had finally been quiet for a while.

"Sister Xiaoyou, you're back." Song Xiaoan opened the door enthusiastically, still holding half of the uneaten sugarcane in his hand, "I'll help you get it." She took the schoolbag that Tao You was carrying.

Tao You changed his shoes and came in, the living room was so quiet that there was no sound, and when he turned his head and saw that Song Yimian's door was still closed, he couldn't help but ask, "Song Yimian is still changing clothes?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw that the closed door was vigorously opened, bringing a gust of wind.

「······」 Tao You was frightened by this big movement.

Not far apart, the two looked at each other speechlessly, and they were a little embarrassed.

"Aren't you going home?" Song Yimian took the lead in making a move, closed the door with his backhand and came out, asking a question, a little happy.

The next second, he reacted. lowered his face, and stared coldly at Song Xiaoan's smiling face with a weak heart and a frantically evasive look.

Playing with him again!

"Ahem······ Song Xiaoan's scalp tightened, his eyes looked at the ceiling with a confused look, and then he pulled Tao You in front of him, isolating Song Yimian's eyes, and muttered, "You don't ask a word yourself." It has nothing to do with me."

Song Xiaoan straightened his back behind Tao You, and his eyebrows and eyes gradually crawled with the complacency after teasing Song Yimian successfully.

Tao You didn't know what had happened during the time she had been home, and stood in front of Song Xiaoan with a confused expression.

"I went home and got my school bag, what's wrong?" She carefully confirmed.

- She is not welcome to come

？

Song Yimian had surprise and anger on his face, but it didn't make people feel that he really welcomed Tao You to his home.

Tao You unconsciously lowered his eyebrows and stopped talking.

"Nothing." Song Xiaoan put the schoolbag on the other end of the sofa, pulled Tao You on the sofa, and stuffed the mobile phone into Tao You's hand, "Sister Xiaoyou, let's play for a while, and when my mother gets up, we'll make cookies."

There is no conscious intention of learning between the words.

Song Yimian knew that Tao You just went home to get his schoolbag, recalled his excesses in the room just now, and embarrassedly smoothed a few strands of upturned hair on the back of his head, and turned into the room.

Although Tao You has always had his back to Song Yimian, the little thoughts in his heart are on him.

There was a little movement behind her, and she could hear it clearly.

She heard Song Yimian turn around and go back to the room, and walked out again in less than two minutes, closing the door by the way.

"Smack."

A stack of test papers smashed on Song Xiaoan's head lightly and heavily, so startled that she freed up one hand to cover her head.

The paper carefully corrected with a pencil returned to Song Xiaoan's arms.

"I've changed it for you, I'll correct it now, and I won't ask you." When Song Yimian passed by Song Xiaoan's side, he easily withdrew the mobile phone in her hand and quit the game.

"The phone is confiscated, when will you correct all the corrects, and when will I return it to you."

Song Xiaoan was not convinced, and shouted while unfolding the volume, "How much time can it take to revise, you let me finish that game first······ I'm going to be scolded to death by my teammates······

Speaking later, Song Xiaoan's movements of flipping through the scrolls became slower and slower, and his voice became softer and softer, and he became more and more unconfident until there was no sound.

Tao You was curious, and tilted to look at the scroll in her hand.

Then I saw a lot of crosses that were several times more than the hook.

「......」

Song Yimian saw the expected deflated expression on Song Xiaoan's face, pulled back a game, nested into the sofa with satisfaction, pinched Song Xiaoan's mobile phone with two fingers and shook it twice, "Don't worry, when you finish correcting, I will help you put the ranking back."

He seemed to be in a good mood.

"Oh." Song Xiaoan was not very happy.

She vigorously flattened the paper, squatted down at the coffee table in a depressed mood, took out a few pieces of scratch paper and a black pen from the drawer underneath, pouted and began to correct her mistakes.

There are so many mistakes that I can't finish changing them today. She should have asked for a copy when they gave the answer, so why should she write it herself......

"They" refers to Song Xiao'an's sworn friends, not long after the holiday began, they didn't know where to get the answers to almost all the volumes, and posted them in a small group of only a few of them, which was just a time-limited document.

At that time, Song Xiaoan was still reciting the knowledge points that had just been forced to review by Song Yimian, she confidently rejected the kindness of a few sworn friends, and put down the big words and said that these papers were pediatrics, and she could write them on her own, or the right one......

But by the time she really started writing the papers, the year was almost over, and she had already thrown away the knowledge points that she had memorized by rote at the end of the semester, and she still remembered a little.

For the sake of face, she has been stubborn and did not ask those close friends for another answer. It can be seen from the degree of right and wrong in the paper that she was still very patient at the beginning, flipping through the textbook and writing on the knowledge points, the more she went to the back, the more impetuous, a lot of right and wrong multiple choice questions, directly relying on Meng, fill-in-the-blank questions are almost the same as those answers, reading comprehension, science questions, composition······ I don't even have an eye to see.

I was going to ask them again two days before the start of school, but I said that I had finished writing Song Yimian read all the correct answers, and wanted to correct the answers again, and then secretly changed some answers while they were not paying attention.

As a result, Song's mother was one step faster, and directly took the homework she had written and stacked on the corner of the desk to Song Yimian for correction.

She is now called ineffective every day, and she can't shout the earth, so she can only rely on her own brain.

Song Xiaoan bit the cap of the pen, his eyes enduring

I couldn't help glancing at the mobile phone in Song Yimian's hand, and I couldn't help but sigh deeply every time I finished changing a question.

Live like a little old lady trapped by some major problem in life.

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At noon, the sun was just right, and the window was only covered with a layer of gauze curtains, which broke the too straightforward sunlight, and then re-kneaded it into tens of thousands of non-offensive soft light, which spilled into the living room through the curtain holes.

The windows are slitted.

The wind blew, lifted the corner of the white curtain, gave a ray of sunlight a chance to pick up the leak, and quickly slid into that corner, greedily trying to extend into the house, but was intercepted by the curtain that returned to its original position.

Song Yimian nested on the single sofa with his backlight, a pair of long legs slightly bent, open on both sides of the coffee table.

The windswept sunlight occasionally fell on a piece of unfitting hair on the top of his head.

Tao You opened the memorization software, held the phone in front of him as a shield, and secretly turned on the camera, carefully observing Song Yimian's every move.

Even if she knew that Song Yimian didn't like herself, she would still indulge in his good looks again and again. It's really accurate everywhere on her aesthetic point.

Song Yimian looked at the information intently, and didn't notice the gaze that hit him for a while.

By the time he finished studying the first half of the materials and took advantage of the time to raise her head and move her neck to peek at Tao You, she had already withdrawn her gaze and focused on reading, as if she had never been distracted from other places.

He tugged at his sleeves, and when he thought of the clothes he had thrown into the dirty basket, he felt a pang of regret in his heart, what was he doing so quickly.

Seeing Tao You go and return just now, the first thought in his heart was to go back and change his clothes, and he had to show her his most handsome side, but after thinking about it, if he changed into new clothes at that time, it would be too deliberate, and anyone could see what was going on.

His Sima Zhao heart......

In the next second, he looked down to check Song Xiaoan's progress, and saw her sitting on the ground, dozing off calmly in a ten-twisted posture.

He frowned.

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"Sister Xiaoyou, do you know this question?"

Song Xiaoan leaned against the coffee table, his little head little by little, and his mouth biting the lid of the pen was loosened.

Just when her head was about to hit the table, Song Yimian controlled her strength and kicked her to help her wake up.

As if to prove that he was not lazy to sleep, Song Xiaoan moved the volume in front of Tao You without thinking about it, pointed to a question, yawned and asked, his movements were skillful, as if he had rehearsed it hundreds of times in his mind.

Tao You put down the book, and saw that Song Yi pursed his lips and did not speak, Tao You took it as if he had acquiesced to Song Xiaoan's behavior, and bent down to read the question.

This math problem is not difficult, but Tao You has always had his own set of ideas when doing math problems, which is a typical way of doing or not speaking.

"You look at the conditions given by the question first...... Then, you just put this formula in......" Tao You wrote down the steps to solve the problem on a piece of paper, circled a formula.

Song Xiaoan scratched her head with a pen, looked at the white paper with a tangled face, the neat writing steps and the few simple drawings looked very simple, but she couldn't figure it out, "......"

Tao You's patience continued, "If you don't understand anything, I'll tell you again." This is the third time, and she believes that Song Xiaoan has more or less understood.

"You mean...... Draw two auxiliary lines here......" Song Xiaoan hesitated and gestured on the stick figure with the tip of his pen.

Tao You nodded affirmatively, waiting for her to continue.

"......" Song Xiaoan looked at the diagram and then at the formula, his mouth squirmed twice, and he asked cautiously with a wink, "But why do you draw these two auxiliary lines?" For fear of being beaten.

"......" Tao You opened his mouth slightly, and took a deep breath before he could speak.

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Yes, I still don't understand it at all.

"I'll tell you again." She exhaled a breath of turbidity, picked up the pen, and thought for a while, but she didn't know how to write to Song Xiaoan.

Song Yimian didn't know when he arrived at her side, put the poured cup of hot water in her hand, and then bent down to read the question.

He chuckled and said to Tao You, "You have to explain the example problems in the math book to her first. She won't understand that."

Tao You's ears itched, and he turned his head to find out how close the two of them were, and instantly blushed, and unconsciously leaned back, distanced himself from him, and stuffed the black pen into his hand, "Then you can talk about it."

She hurriedly got up to give Song Yimian a seat and walked to the sofa on the other side to sit down, and the distance between her and Song Yimian was once again stretched to the farthest, she really didn't have the ability to take on this task.

It's just that in Song Yimian's opinion, Tao You is disgusting him, as if he is some kind of bacteria that she can't avoid.

He stared at Tao You for two seconds, glanced at the distance between the two of them, and then faintly withdrew his eyes.

Tao You held the book in front of him, quietly revealed a pair of eyes, and looked at Song Yimian who was frowning and preparing to give a lecture without blinking.

He grabbed Song Xiaoan, who wanted to escape, knocked on the roll angrily, and said with a serious face, "Where do you want to go." What you've been listening to in class, you haven't been able to talk about it so many times."

Song Xiaoan pursed his lips, not to be outdone, defended himself, "It's been a winter vacation, who remembers."

"Then what did you do this winter vacation besides playing, don't review what you should review, and don't preview what you should prepare." Song Yimian always has a reason to treat her, "I smashed the entrance exam at the beginning of the school, see how you explain!"

"I ......" Song Xiaoan was reminded, his heart tightened, and he began to be anxious.

According to the tacit understanding of more than ten years, she was keenly aware that Song Yimian was in a bad mood now, and wisely chose not to fight with him, "Isn't there still time now." She spoke weakly.

Seeing that Song Yimian still wanted to say something, she interjected in time not wanting to be rubbed her ears anymore, so she pushed the brand-new scratch paper in front of Song Yimian, "Okay, okay, let's talk quickly, I will make cookies with Sister Xiaoyou in a while."

Sure enough, after moving out of Tao You, Song Yimian didn't say anything anymore, pulled back the scratch paper that Tao You had written half-written, wrote knowledge points next to her handwriting, and was not very patient to give Song Xiaoan a lecture.