Click.

Jiang Shouyun pushed open the door.

Although he deliberately controlled his gaze from glancing around, he couldn't help but be stunned when he saw the scene inside the room.

Whoever comes in and glances at it will think it's a "girl's" room.

Pink wallpaper covers all four walls, but the ceiling is dressed like a starry sky, and a moon-shaped glass lamp hangs in the center.

Hundreds of paper stars were hung sparsely on them by silk threads, shaking like wind chimes when Jiang Shouyun pushed the door in.

On the large bed in front of him, the pink curtain hangs down like a waterfall, and the breeze blows from the window with the pink veil gently fluttering, and the air seems to be filled with an intoxicating sweetness.

- It's as bewildering as the witch's candy house in Grimm's fairy tales.

But Jiang Shouyun's gaze only stayed on that bed for a moment.

Of course, it's not that I'm making up any inappropriate pictures in my head.

He was just thinking.

How comfortable would it be to sleep in such a big and soft bed?

I can't think of it!

So envious!

However, in this very "princess dream" room, there are also some very "little goddess" things.

“……”

Jiang Shouyun looked at the ground, and the corners of his eyes twitched slightly.

The floor was littered with all sorts of fashion magazines, dolls, and colorful shoes, pants, skirts......

And also.

In the sunlight shining in through the window.

The pale pink ice silk pajamas and underwear were lying loosely at Jiang Shouyun's feet.

That's when it happened.

The door behind him was pushed open with a "bang".

The girl gasped and her eyes widened, as if there was still a hint of anticipation.

But after seeing the messy room and Jiang Shouyun who was stunned there, Su Xiaoqiao's whole person seemed to have turned gray-white.

I was in too much of a hurry in the morning and didn't have time to tidy up!

My lady's image.

It's all gone!

“……”

After a moment of silence, Su Xiaoqiao kicked off his shoes expressionlessly, gently reached out and lifted the pajama straps on the ground, and looked at Jiang Shouyun.

"Isn't it pretty?"

In the sunlight outside, the pale pink pajamas shine through.

"......" Looking at the girl's rotten appearance, Jiang Shouyun turned his head sideways and avoided his gaze.

After seeing the desk next to him, he simply sat down in a proper manner.

"Su Xiaoqiao, at nine o'clock, it's time to make up for you."

Jiang Shouyun looked as light as water as a gentleman, and took out a few handwritten scrolls from his pocket.

Behind her, the girl who was holding her breath was deflated like a balloon.

"Mr. Jiang, where do we start?"

Su Xiaoqiao sat on the other side of the table, with his hands on the table, his waist was straight, and his attitude was very upright, and he looked as well-behaved as a primary school student.

"Where you won't, order it." Jiang Shouyun looked at the girl with twinkling eyes, and stretched out his hand expressionlessly, "Give me your midterm exam papers." ”

"Test, test paper?"

The bright smile on Su Xiaoqiao's face suddenly froze.

After a moment, Jiang Shouyun looked at the two test papers on the table and fell silent.

On one side, there are English, Mathematics and Science comprehensive test papers with close to full scores.

On the other hand, there are failed Chinese and literature comprehensive examination papers.

The latter's pile of red "×" is particularly eye-catching.

"How did you do that?"

To be honest, Jiang Shouyun was a little shocked.

In Shilan Middle School, which believes in elite education, there are people who can be so outrageously biased.

"Woo-goo......"

A low cry of loss rang out.

The girl hung her head, her cheeks bulged slightly, and she had a depressed expression on her face: "Although I am very unwilling, I am not very good at liberal arts ......"

"It's no longer good at it."

Jiang Shouyun complained expressionlessly: "It's more than just a little bit to write something, right?" ”

"But I'm not a casual person." Su Xiaoqiao said seriously, "I answered every question carefully, but I don't know why, the score given to me is very low"

"Like this question."

Su Xiaoqiao pointed to the reading part of the Chinese scroll and said distressedly: "There are two roads in the woods, and I have been waiting for a long time and have chosen the one that is inaccessible...... Ask 'me' why I chose the one off the beaten track. ”

"I replied, 'The journey is shorter, you can get home faster', but I didn't give a point, and I copied a few points from the original text to make up the number of words."

“……”

Jiang Shouyun crossed his fingers, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath.

The world is so beautiful, and I'm so grumpy.

That's not good.

Man should be the master of reason, not the slave of impulse.

Actually, that's fine.

This level of difficulty can match his salary.

"I can probably understand why you got a perfect score in science and failed in liberal arts."

Jiang Shouyun sighed and said, "It's strange to use the logical way of science to answer the thoughts and emotions of liberal arts, and get high scores." ”

Su Xiaoqiao and Chen Wenwen's personalities and ways of thinking can be said to be two opposite extremes.

Chen Wenwen can always express her emotions in words, two or three sentences can make people empathize with herself, and it is also very easy to substitute into other people's emotions.

If Wenwen likes a guy, she will talk to someone who is looking for a chance to be alone.

Talk until the sun sets, talk until the night falls, look up at the moon, and whisper:

"The moonlight is so beautiful tonight."

But Su Xiaoqiao won't do that.

Even though there are a lot of twists and turns in her heart, she is always not good at words and has a straight temper.

Even if you really want to confess to the person you like one day, you will only be reckless under everyone's gaze, and finally hug each other under everyone's blessing.

She's always been straight to the point.

The complex emotions in the text are also difficult for her to understand and substitute.

To put it simply, it's "single-threaded" and "brain-dead".

Once this kind of person chooses a path, he will only bow his head and walk.

Even if she hit her head and bled on this road, she still stubbornly didn't let the tears fall, either killing herself or knocking the wall down.

"Liberal arts and sciences actually have a lot in common."

Jiang Shouyun turned the pen in his hand and described his way of understanding: "In terms of program algorithms, the topic is the algorithm formula. ”

"If you want it to output a result, for example, enter a value first, and the place where this value is located is usually the ......context of the program algorithm."

Jiang Shouyun tried his best to explain with the logic of science, and Su Xiaoqiao nodded thoughtfully.

In the past, when liberal arts teachers gave lectures, they would only say what was wrong and how to write it correctly.

Su Xiaoqiao felt inexplicable, like a flower in the moon mirror in the water.

However, she can understand Jiang Shouyun's statement.

"Let's answer this way."

Jiang Shouyun pushed a blank roll in front of her.

"I'll give it a try." Su Xiaoqiao tensed his little face, picked up the pen and covered his head to answer.

For a moment, the whole room fell into silence.

Only a faint sound came from outside the window.

Smack... Smack...

"It's raining?"

Jiang Shouyun realized this and looked out the window in amazement.

The raindrops crackled against the window, like they hit the depths of the soul.

Jiang Shouyun suddenly felt that the voice was somewhat familiar.

- Seems to have appeared in that vague dream last night.

“……”

The whole room was extremely quiet.

The cold wind came in through the cracks in the window, and the slightest chill was slight, and the sound of the rain seemed to become clearer and clearer.

I don't know when.

The sound of a pen swiping across the paper was gone.

Su Xiaoqiao put his hands on his cheeks, looked at the young man in front of him, stunned.

It was raining heavily.

You didn't look at me, I didn't look at the rain.