Teach the villain to be a man again

After dinner, Song Zhu ordered Xie Jue to wash the dishes logically, while he rarely relaxed and sat on the living room floor playing with his mobile phone.

She also recently re-registered on WeChat, and then found herself dragged into the class group by Mu Jiangting.

There were a lot of people in the class, and there was no teacher. Song Zhu opened the member list and glanced at it, then looked up through the kitchen door and asked, "Xie Jue, do you have WeChat?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she heard the sound of porcelain breaking from the kitchen.

Song Zhu: "..."

She walked over and saw that the boy was still holding a dishwashing brush in one hand, his ears were a little red, and he glared at her with embarrassment: "You scared me!"

scare him?
Song Zhu rolled his eyes, stopped his movement of squatting down to pick up the debris, took a broom and dustpan from the balcony, and drove people out of the kitchen.Then I swept all the debris into the dustpan with great familiarity, and poured it into the garbage bag.

"You never washed the dishes?"

She caught a glimpse of a pile of unwashed dishes next to her and turned to ask him.

Xie Jue stood in the living room with his arms folded holding a brush, and snorted coldly, apparently acquiescing.

That's right... why does the villain boss need to wash the dishes by himself?

"Then how do you usually eat?"

"Order takeaway, instant noodles, snacks."

Song Zhu frowned and looked him up and down several times: "How can you grow so tall after eating those?"

She was also at a loss, so she stretched out her hand: "Give me the brush, I'll do it."

Who knows that Xie Jue is also quite stubborn, he glanced at her coldly: "No need."

As he said that, he pushed her away and walked into the kitchen again, "I will pay for the dishes, you teach me to wash them."

Washing dishes can be taught, but Song Zhu had no choice but to wipe his hands, and stood by the kitchen sink to watch him wash.

I have to say that Xie Jue's hands are very beautiful, with slender knuckles and fair skin. Except for those small scars, they look like a pair of natural artist's hands.

She stared dazedly until she heard another crack.

Song Zhu looked up at him.

Xie Jue: "...I will pay."

Originally, it got dark early in winter, but after washing the dishes, the sky was completely dark, and the new resident of the Song family didn't take the initiative to pay the lodging fee, but owed Song Zhu two bowls instead.

Xie Jue was completely in a state where he couldn't vent his anger. Washing the dishes would cost him half his life, more tiring than fighting in groups.Immediately after washing, he took out his mobile phone and wanted to play games, but was stopped by Song Zhu again.

"WeChat, do you have it?"

He paused, nodded, and called out the QR code for her to scan.

Song Zhu saw that Xie Jue's WeChat name was the letter X, and his profile picture was all black. After comparing the members of the class group, he found that he was not in the class group.

So she asked him, "Is it the overtime group?"

Xie Jue just received her friend application, the little girl's WeChat account is just as soft as her own, and her profile picture is a white, squishy little rabbit.He glanced at it twice, didn't comment, and passed the addition directly.

——Anyway, there are not many people on his friend list.

"do not add."

This answer was expected by Song Zhu, and she didn't force him, after all, the manager of the class is Mu Jiangting.

"I will forward any news to you after that."

"Ah."

Talking to this person is like this, cherish words like gold, very boring.

Song Zhu simply ignored him, took out his homework from his bag, Xie Jue piled it up, she piled it up, and reminded him lightly, "Do your homework". Seeing that he didn't respond, he went to write his own.

This house is small, with one bedroom, one living room and one bathroom. There is no desk in the bedroom, so Song Zhu sits at the dining table in the living room and writes.

She is very focused when doing things. This is a habit she developed in her previous life. Even if she is tired, she only needs to move her joints a little bit, and then she will continue to work hard.

Xie Jue met a player who hung up while playing a game. He had just lost a game and was on the point of being irritable.After quitting the game, I looked up, only to find that the living room was very dark, except for the desk lamp in front of the table, shining brightly on the girl's cheek.

like a painting.

He couldn't think of a better adjective to describe the scene.

Song Zhu happened to have finished a subject and was about to change books, so his eyes happened to meet Xie Jue's.

Just as Xie Jue wanted to look away, she saw her purse her lips, smile at him, then stand up and walk to the entrance to turn on the headlight.

The living room suddenly brightened.

"Why don't you turn on the light?"

She asked.

Girls usually don't think it's a particularly stunning appearance, and he never paid attention to her in his first year of high school.But after getting to know her, I realized that she is really the type who looks better the more you look at her, like green tea, with a lingering fragrance.

Just like at this moment, looking at him with a smile: "It's not good for the eyes."

He looked at her and subconsciously turned off the phone screen.

Xie Jue is alone at home, and basically does not turn on the lights.

Although he said that those debts had nothing to do with him, but in the end it was his mother.He saves most of the family's money, electricity bills and the like can be saved if possible, and it doesn't matter if the lights are turned off anyway.

Sometimes he even felt like a breathing corpse.

And now...someone turned on a light for him.

Until Song Zhu finished his homework, Xie Jue sat on the sofa and didn't play games. He just looked at his phone occasionally, as if in a daze.

She glanced at the clock on the wall.

It's nine o'clock.

"Thank you Jue."

She called him, her tone soft.

Xie Jue hummed subconsciously.

"You should do your homework."

Xie Jue: "..."

He wanted to ridicule her "it's none of your business", but he didn't say it in the end. He walked over, pulled out a chair opposite her and sat down, and asked lazily, "What homework."

Song Zhu was a little surprised at his cleverness, so he put the homework book in front of him and pointed it out to him: "This classical Chinese article needs to be translated, mathematics is half a paper, and chemistry is homework for last week, but it is due tomorrow, and there is still a lot of work to do." physics……"

They are all science students, and science students have more rigid homework rules than liberal arts students, which sounds troublesome.

Song Zhu noticed that Xie Jue's eyes were gradually showing impatience, so he quickly stopped talking.

"I saw your grades. Math is the best. Basically, it is the highest in all subjects every time. Let's start with math?"

She handed over the paper, "If you really don't know how to do it, leave it blank. I'll explain it to you later."

Xie Jue only glanced at the paper, but he didn't know most of it.

"is this necessary?"

He asked, "I have already applied to the school not to take the college entrance examination."

Not taking the college entrance exam?
Song Zhu was shocked in vain, no wonder Xie Jue's grades were at the bottom, he didn't come to class, and he had never been demerited or dismissed.

She gritted her teeth and kept her tone as calm as possible: "Do you know how precious the opportunity of the college entrance examination is?"

In the last life, she made efforts and compromises that he could not imagine in order to take the college entrance examination, just to win this opportunity, so that she can gain dignity and respect from others in an upright manner.

"I don't know, I don't want to."

Xie Jue supported his head, his brows gradually became restless.

What he hates the most is when others talk about his grades and studies, and what he hates most is that they always compare him with Mu Jiangting.

Song Zhu paused for a moment, she looked at him for a long time, and finally her tone softened.

"You try it first."

She acted like coaxing a child, "I checked, if you are an art student, the scores in arts and sciences are not that important."

The girl stared straight at him with bright eyes, "Xie Jue, you are actually very powerful."

Xie Jue was taken aback.

Then he heard the sound of a microwave oven coming from the kitchen, Song Zhu quickly stood up and ran over, after a while came out with two glasses of milk, one was placed in front of him, and he took a sip of the other.

"Write it quickly."

Song Zhu flipped through his other homework, picked up a pen and started to work, "You probably don't have time to do these anymore, I'll hand them in for you tomorrow after I'm done."

"Let's take our time."

Xie Jue looked at her, then lowered his head to look at the paper in front of him.He obviously disliked this matter so much, but for some reason, when he saw her like this, he actually wanted to compromise.

He picked up the pen and looked at the first multiple choice question.

...if it's a try, then try it.After all, I still live here.