The host of fast travel, she always wants to be lazy

Chapter 13 Come here, I will teach you (13)

In order to implement the plan, Qiao Rong waited at the gate of Song Jiaran's villa early in the morning.

So when Song Jiaran came out pushing his bicycle, he saw a girl in a blue and white school uniform at the door, carrying a bulging schoolbag, with her head slightly lowered, her calves shaking, and her white sneakers poking lightly at the stones on the side of the road.

A smile flashed across Song Jiaran's eyes, and his expression was soft.

Qiao Rong was lowering her head, silently thinking about how to tell Song Jiaran, when suddenly a blue and white school uniform was covered in front of her eyes.

Qiao Rong raised his head slightly, and saw the young man bathed in the morning sun.

Since he was standing with his back to the sun, the light only left a faint halo around his ears, and the black hair on the top of his head was also rendered with a light brown light, making his whole person look extremely soft.

Qiao Rong was slightly taken aback.

Song Jiaran's lips curved slightly and asked, "Why are you waiting here so early?"

Qiao Rong came back to his senses, blinked, and said obediently: "I have something I want to discuss with you."

Song Jiaran raised his eyebrows slightly: "Huh? What's the matter?"

Qiao Rong said, "Can I go to school with you in the future?"

Song Jiaran paused for a moment, blinked slowly, and the tips of his ears were suddenly dyed crimson: "...Why do you suddenly want to be with me?"

Qiao Rong showed a distressed expression: "I may have to transfer to the liberal arts class soon, but I want to see you every day."

After a pause, she asked with a trace of expectation in her eyes: "Is it possible?"

Song Jiaran paused, unable to react.

After a while, he came back to his senses, and gradually frowned, his eyes darkened: "Why did you suddenly switch to the liberal arts class?"

Qiao Rong said seriously: "Because I found that I am better at liberal arts."

As she spoke, she snapped her fingers and continued: "If I study liberal arts, I won't have many difficulties, so I won't bother you, and you can also go to the competition class with peace of mind, and then compete in the competition." Get a good grade."

In this way, you can be admitted to a good university immediately.

After finishing speaking, Qiao Rong nodded in satisfaction.

When he looked up, he found that Song Jiaran's complexion was very ugly, his eyes were completely dark, and there was some emotion surging in the dark pupils, and the air pressure in his body also dropped.

Qiao Rong paused, showing a questioning expression: "...Song Jiaran, what's wrong with you?"

Song Jiaran stared at her silently, then took a step forward suddenly.

The distance suddenly shortened, Qiao Rong blinked, and couldn't help but step back a little.

But Song Jiaran seemed to have no intention of stopping and kept moving forward.

Qiao Rong continued to retreat, and finally there was no way to retreat, his back was pressed against the iron gate of the courtyard, but Song Jiaran was still approaching.

Qiao Rong had no choice but to put her hands against his chest to prevent him from getting too close.

Song Jiaran lowered his eyes slightly, but slowly raised his hand, directly holding her tender and soft hand in the palm of his hand, and then said without emotion: "Is this the reason you want to go to the liberal arts class?"

The two were so close that Qiao Rong seemed to feel Song Jiaran's shallow breath on her forehead one after another.

The temperature on his forehead gradually increased.

She shrank slightly: "...Because I don't want you to be unable to participate in the competition due to my reasons. I heard that the competition is very important."

Her mission is to accompany, but if possible, she also hopes that the young master can live as well as possible during the calamity.

If because of her, the excellent young master is unable to get the glory that should belong to him, then the loss outweighs the gain, putting the cart before the horse.

Song Jiaran remained silent for a while, and then said, "Do you really not believe in my ability?"

Qiao Rong looked up blankly: "Huh?"

Song Jiaran continued to say without emotion: "It doesn't matter whether you participate in the tutoring of the competition class or not. I have already been familiar with those question types."

After a pause, he whispered again: "I can guarantee that even if I don't take that class, I can still win the award."

After hearing this, Qiao Rong was dumbfounded.

However, before she could react, Song Jiaran's other hand gently touched her cheek, stroking slightly around her eyes.

Then, he said in a hoarse voice: "...Didn't you say yesterday that you would listen to me in the future?"

Qiao Rong froze for a moment, then nodded her head.

Song Jiaran's eyes gradually shifted to her slightly parted red lips, and he continued: "...Then, don't transfer classes, okay? You don't know how, I can teach you, science is not that difficult..."

There was a hint of pleading in his tone.

Qiao Rong paused, nodded obediently, and said in a soft voice without hesitation, "Okay."

Seeing her obedient and decisive attitude, the emotion in Song Jiaran's eyes slowly dissipated, then he raised his hand to rub her soft hair, and the corners of his lips slightly raised.

Then, he seemed to think of something, hooked his lips, and said with a hint of a smile in his tone, "But I can promise you what you just said."

Qiao Rong was puzzled: "Huh?"

Song Jiaran turned around, opened the courtyard door, pushed the bicycle back, and said in a calm tone, "I will go to school with you in the future."

Qiao Rong: ...

Qiuqiu, who was also frightened by Song Jiaran just now: ... knew this was the result.

(End of this chapter)