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

Chapter 5 Come here, I will teach you (5)

Qiao Rong didn't understand anything in class for several days.

Fast forward to the Friday afternoon quiz.

Qiao Rong stared at the test paper in front of him, feeling his mind went blank, and said pitifully, "Qiaoqiu, can't you help me~"

Qiuqiu said seriously: [Host, this system is very serious and upright, cheating is not advisable. 】

Qiao Rong was frustrated: "But I really don't know anything."

In such a short time, she has not had time to figure out where to start learning.

Qiuqiu hesitated for a moment, then suddenly thought of something, a little excited: [Host, you can ask the young master to help you! 】

Qiao Rong blinked: "How can I help?"

Qiuqiu: [You can ask him to help you with tutoring! 】

Qiao Rong's eyes lit up, and then she suddenly remembered something and pursed her lips: "But he hasn't agreed to be friends with me yet."

In the past few days, because Song Jiaran said that he didn't like drinking milk tea, Qiao Rong observed carefully and found that he was basically either looking at the scenery outside the window or reading a book.

Qiao Rong couldn't move the scenery outside the window, so Qiao Rong chose to send books.

Give the thickest book, the kind that can be read for a long time.

But Qiao Rong couldn't understand many books. She searched the bookstore for a long time before she found a book that was thick and understandable.

So, when Qiao Rong held up a dictionary of ancient poetry as thick as a few bricks and gave it to Song Jiaran, Song Jiaran's expression was quite subtle.

Qiao Rong felt that Song Jiaran wanted to laugh, and the curvature of his mouth changed instantly.

But he quickly changed back to his original form, and once again rejected Qiao Rong's request to make friends.

Thinking of this, Qiao Rong sighed lightly.

Qiuqiu: […]

The host is indeed not a normal person.

Qiuqiu also wanted to sigh.

When school was over in the afternoon, the head teacher came to the classroom suddenly, knocked on the door, and said with a serious face: "Qiao Rong, come to the office."

Qiu Rong blinked and lowered his head in disappointment.

Qi Mengmeng asked worriedly: "Rongrong, what's wrong?"

Qiao Rong shook his head and walked out of the classroom.

Arriving at the office, as soon as Qiao Rong walked in, she saw the head teacher looking at her with a complicated face.

That expression was mixed with doubt and worry.

Qiao Rong said politely, "Teacher Zhang."

The teacher in charge responded, then took out the test papers for the afternoon test, and spread them out in a very puzzled tone.

"Qiao Rong, what happened to you today? Why is the test paper blank?"

Qiao Rong didn't know how to answer.

She doesn't like to lie.

After thinking about it, she still told the truth.

"Mr. Zhang, I won't do it."

The head teacher was even more surprised: "This time the test paper is simpler than the previous one. How could you still pass the previous one?"

Qiao Rong blushed slightly.

After waiting for a while, the homeroom teacher looked at Qiao Rong standing obediently, with a look of speechlessness on his face, wondering if something happened to Qiao Rong, and there was something hard to say.

My heart suddenly softened.

So she asked concerned: "Qiao Rong, did something happen in your family, so you delayed your studies?"

Qiao Rong faltered: "...um..."

So the class teacher confirmed his guess even more, and said with concern: "If you have any difficulties, remember to say, the teacher and classmates will help you."

Qiao Rong nodded.

The head teacher said kindly: "Okay, let's forget it this time, you go back first, it's a bit late."

After bidding farewell to the teacher, Qiao Rong walked out of the office in frustration.

As soon as he walked out the door, he saw a slender figure leaning against the wall.

Qiao Rong looked up and saw Song Jiaran's cold and delicate face.

Qiao Rong tilted her head, wondering: "Classmate Song?"

Hearing the voice, he turned his head, stared at Qiao Rong's face for a long time, and then said lightly, "What's wrong?"

Qiao Rong hesitated for a moment, his eyes flickered slightly: "It's nothing."

Qiao Rong picked his fingers.

We are not friends yet, so we can't bother him with many things.

Song Jiaran stood up straight, and continued to face her with that expressionless face, his deep eyes drooped slightly, his slender eyelashes cast a light shadow under the eyelids, and his thin lips were pursed into a straight line.

Qiao Rong, who didn't know why she suddenly felt a chill on her back:...

Qiao Rong had no choice but to say vaguely, "It's just that I don't know how to do many questions, so I handed in the empty test paper."

To be precise, it is not that many questions will not be answered, but basically none.

Song Jiaran was silent for a while, then suddenly turned and left.

Qiao Rong blinked and asked Qiuqiu silently: "What should I do, the young master seems to ignore me even more, is it because I'm too stupid?"

Qiuqiu didn't have time to answer.

Song Jiaran walked for a while, turned his head, and saw Qiao Rong continue to stand in a daze, frowning slightly.

He sighed, walked back, thought for a while, then suddenly reached out, grasped Qiao Rong's wrist vaguely, and led her forward.

While walking, he said, "Come to my house on weekends."

Qiao Rong didn't react, and said stupidly: "Huh?"

Song Jiaran paused for a moment, then spoke in his usual calm tone, "Tutoring."

Qiao Rong continued to say stupidly: "But we are not friends yet..."

Before he could finish speaking, he heard Qiuqiu yelling in his ear: 【Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh silly host!Silly host! 】

Qiao Rong stopped suddenly, and immediately changed his words: "I know! I will definitely go!"

Then he pulled out his hand, bent his eyes at Song Jiaran, and ran into the classroom to pack his schoolbag.

Song Jiaran stopped in his tracks, looked at Qiao Rong's back, then lowered his eyes slightly, staring at his hands.

The fingers twisted slightly.

It seemed that I could still feel the warm and soft touch of the slender wrist in my hand.

The corners of Song Jiaran's lips hooked slightly.

(End of this chapter)