Teach the villain to be a man again

Xie Jue patiently sat on the sofa and worked on the questions, roughly skimming through the questions, which were very unfamiliar to him.

Looking up at Song Zhu, Xie Jue lowered his head and began to write.

After a while, Xie Jue raised his head and dropped the penholder impatiently, "It's finished."

"So fast?" Song Zhu was a little surprised. She had only written five multiple-choice questions, and there were fill-in-the-blank, true-false, and application questions below!
Taking Xie Jue's exercise book, I saw a paper written by Nuo Da, with very little ink marks on Xie Jue.

I wrote three out of eight multiple-choice questions, one out of four fill-in-the-blank questions, crossed all the judgment questions, and didn’t write one application question?
"Here, why don't you finish writing!" Song Zhu glanced at Xie Jue with some headaches.

"Others won't."

"Don't know a single question?"

"Ah."

Song Zhu rolled his eyes in resignation, and then looked at Xie Jue's accuracy rate, looking at it, there was some light in his eyes.

"Although you have done very little, the correct rate is quite high, which is very good. You only wrote nine small questions but got them all right, but you only got 45 points! They all failed."

Song Zhu looked at Xie Jue and said expressionlessly.

Xie Jue: "."

The next morning, Xie Jue woke up just after seven as usual.

Today, he is wearing a black turtleneck sweater and a pair of black wide pants, making his skin fairer.

He sat on the sofa for a while, but Song Zhu still didn't come out.At this point in the past, Song Zhu had already prepared breakfast, packed up his things and planned to go to school.

Seeing that Song Zhu hadn't come out, Xie Jue continued to squint on the sofa bed for a while until the hands on the clock pointed to seven fifty.

Xie Jue walked to the door of Song Zhu's room, hesitated for two or three times, and then knocked on it.

"Wake up." Xie Jue said expressionlessly.The people in the room did not respond for a long time.

"Hey, Song Zhu, you're going to be late." Xie Jue's eyes flickered, and he continued patiently.

Still no one in the room responded.

I looked up at my watch, it was almost eight o'clock.Isn't this woman the favorite to study?Usually, she was reluctant to be a little late.

Thinking of something, Xie Jue frowned, and opened the door of Song Zhu's room.

I saw Song Zhu wearing a pink nightdress lying on the bed with his body arched, his fair calf exposed, and all the pink quilts were kicked under the bed.

Xie Jue paused, only feeling that something was wrong with Song Zhu.

I saw Song Zhu's face was pale, there were still some fine beads of sweat on his forehead, his brows were slightly frowned, as if he was in great pain.

"Song Zhu?" The girl didn't respond, Xie Jue hesitated for a moment, and put one hand on Song Zhu's forehead, and the other on his own.

No fever, is this the case?
Just as Xie Jue looked at Song Zhu's appearance with some depression, Song Zhu slowly opened his eyes at this moment.

Xie Jue hastily withdrew his hand and turned his head unnaturally. "Are you sick? Do you want to ask for leave for you? It's already eight o'clock."

"What? It's eight o'clock?" Song Zhu exclaimed, and hurriedly sat up from the bed, but because of the sudden force, there was a sharp throbbing pain in his abdomen.

"Hiss." Song Zhu covered his stomach in pain, and looked at the mobile phone on the bedside table with the other hand.

Somewhat fortunate, "Today is Saturday, please, this week is a weekend."

After speaking, the girl fell asleep again, her body curled up into a lump, as if she was suffering.

Xie Jue put his hands in the pockets of his trousers at the side, looked away, pretending to be calm and said, "Are you sick?"

"No, my aunt is here." The girl's voice was a little out of breath, and she said without thinking.

"Aunt?" Xie Jue repeated in a daze.

"Ah, no, I'm fine. Are you hungry? Do you want to eat? Go downstairs and buy it yourself. There is a breakfast shop next to the neighborhood supermarket. Go and eat. I won't cook anymore."

Realizing what he said, Song Zhu was also a little annoyed, and hurriedly stood up and explained to Xie Jue.

The girl's face was pale, her hair hung messily on her forehead, and her pajamas were irregularly tilted to one side, revealing a fair patch of Song Zhu's left shoulder.

"Okay." Xie Jue's eyes darkened, and he hurriedly strode towards the door.

It was already ten o'clock in the morning when Song Zhu woke up again, his face was still a little pale, but he was much more energetic.

Walking into the living room, I saw Xie Jue holding a notebook to do the questions for the first time.

Hearing the movement, he saw that Song Zhu had already woken up, so Xie Jue got up and went to the kitchen.

Song Zhu followed curiously.

But Xie Jue's tall body blocked him tightly, and after a while, he saw something come out with a bowl.

"Brown sugar ginger tea, warm your body, it should be useful." Xie Jue was still expressionless, and his tone was flat.

Song Zhu could read some awkwardness in his eyes.

"Pfft." Unable to hold back in the end, Song Zhu still laughed.

Xie Jue, the villain who murdered and set fire at the end of the plot of the original book, would cook brown sugar water for a girl?

Song Zhu didn't know whether he should be surprised or moved.

"What are you laughing at?" Seeing Song Zhu's smile, Xie Jue thought she was laughing at himself.

There was a blush on his face, and there was some inexplicable anger in his tone: "Forget it if you don't drink it, who said it was cooked for you."

"Don't, don't, I'm not laughing at you, I'm just happy." Song Zhu winked at Xie Jue, and quickly took the embroidered porcelain bowl in his hand.

Satisfied, he took a sip, the temperature was just right, Song Zhu glanced at Xie Jue, raised his head and drank it down in one gulp.

"It's delicious. I feel much better. Hee hee, thank you tablemate." Song Zhu wiped his mouth contentedly, and looked at Xie Jue more and more satisfied.

Xie Zhen tilted his head a little awkwardly, but the corner of his mouth had a slight arc.

Nine days was Saturday, and there was no class, so Song Zhu simply did homework for the day at home.Someone is also "finishing" the weekend's homework while smacking the tip of a pen impatiently.

By the time the two finished their homework, it was already seven or eight o'clock in the evening.

Song Zhu looked at Xie Jue's homework with some headaches, well, even though he wrote ten of the 23 questions today, he was all right anyway.I have improved compared to yesterday, and I got one more question right.

Twitching the corners of his mouth, "Then let's get here first today. Your homework is almost done, but you need to practice a lot. Let's practice tomorrow."

Song Zhu made the arrangements in a very planned way.

"Oh." Xie Zhen casually responded, and tried his best to cooperate with the girl.The phone rang.

Pick it up and take a look.

[Shen Shuo: See you at [Soho] at eight o'clock tonight? 】

[X: What's the matter? 】

[Shen Shuo: I have a birthday party, and Situ Ling and Bai Yuyang are also back. 】

[X: ok]