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

Chapter 6 Come here, I will teach you (6)

weekend.

The weather in early autumn is not very cold.

Qiao Rong wore a goose yellow dress with lantern sleeves and went out with a bulging schoolbag.

In fact, she was still a little puzzled.

Song Jiaran doesn't want to be friends with her, why is he willing to give her tutoring?

But that's a good thing.

And before studying, Qiao Rong still chose to keep his doubts in his heart.

Song Jiaran's house is only about a hundred meters away from Qiao Rong's house, which is very close.

When Qiao Rong arrived, he rang the doorbell.

After waiting for a while, the door lock of the villa clicked and opened from the inside.

A slender boy walked out from behind the door.

Song Jiaran, who had taken off his school uniform, was wearing a simple white hooded sweater with a pair of black trousers, exuding a clean and elegant youthful air.

Qiao Rong silently admired the young man's flourishing beauty while waiting for the young man to come over.

However, the boy seemed startled when he saw her, and blinked slowly.

Qiao Rong felt a little strange. She waved her hand and smiled: "Good morning, classmate Song."

Song Jiaran seemed to have just realized it, hummed in a low voice, walked through the courtyard, and opened the courtyard gate.

Then, those slightly shining eyes lowered, and their eyes fell on Qiao Rong's face, and they paused for a few seconds before moving away, as if something flashed in their eyes.

He took Qiao Rong's schoolbag casually, then turned around and said to her:

"come in."

Qiao Rong followed obediently, looking around curiously.

After entering the villa, Qiao Rong found that the whole house was eerily quiet, and there were not many items placed in the house. It was minimalism taken to the extreme.

It doesn't even look like a place where people live all year round.

Qiao Rong couldn't help but wonder: "Qiuqiu, Song Jiaran seems to live alone?"

Ball thinks so too.

Qiao Rong looked at Song Jiaran's indifferent expression, thought about it, and still didn't ask anything.

Qiao Rong followed Song Jiaran to the study.

Song Jiaran's study room also adheres to the simplicity style, and the bookshelf next to it is filled with all kinds of ancient and modern Chinese and foreign books.

All the books are neatly stored on the shelves, with the possible exception of...

Qiao Rong saw the super thick ancient poetry dictionary she gave at a glance. It was just placed on the desk, very conspicuous. It didn't look like a book, but like some kind of town house treasure.

Qiao Rong touched his nose, feeling a little embarrassed for some reason.

Song Jiaran turned around and saw Qiao Rong staring at the dictionary, raising her eyebrows slightly and moving the corners of her lips slightly.

"what happened?"

he asks.

Qiao Rong coughed, and asked him expectantly, "Is this book good?"

She flipped through this dictionary in advance, which recorded all kinds of gorgeous and romantic words and phrases.

Qiao Rong thought it was quite pretty.

I just don't know if Song Jiaran likes it or not.

Song Jiaran was silent for a moment, then looked at the dictionary that he had been reading for several nights, and said succinctly: "It's okay."

Qiao Rong suddenly felt that he had given the right gift.

Sure enough, Song Jiaran still liked this kind of book.

It seems that I can go to the bookstore again another day.

Qiao Rong thought silently in his heart.

Song Jiaran looked at Qiao Rong, whose eyes were shining and thinking about something inexplicably. He narrowed his eyes, suddenly reached out and pulled out the chair in front of the desk, and waved to her: "Come here, sit here."

Qiao Rong came back to his senses, obediently responded, walked over, opened his schoolbag, took out all the textbooks for science and comprehensive courses from the first year of high school in the schoolbag, spread them on the desk one by one, and then looked innocent He looked at Song Jiaran intently.

"..."

Song Jiaran looked at those textbooks, blinked, raised his eyebrows, and showed a questioning expression.

Qiao Rong said obediently: "I don't know everything, I want to learn from scratch."

After a pause, he asked with a hint of caution: "Is that okay?"

"..."

Song Jiaran was silent for a while, looked at the books, thought for a while, and nodded helplessly for a while.

Qiao Rong immediately showed a flattering smile: "Thank you!"

Her almond eyes were bent into crescent moons, the pupils were shining, the corners of her bright red lips were turned up, and two shallow pear dimples were exposed on her cheeks.

Song Jiaran looked at her, pursed his thin lips, then lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, and turned his head slightly.

The tips of his ears were stained with a hint of crimson.

Qiuqiu looked at the two of them: ...

It feels like the host has suddenly become a little doggy.

But it seems to be working?

(End of this chapter)