Quick Transmigration: The villains don't follow the routine!

An Cheng paused slightly when he heard that.

Seeing his unnatural appearance, Song Le couldn't help asking strangely: "Brother?"

"Well...it's okay, let's continue." An Cheng lowered his eyes, his voice was unnatural, and his long eyelashes cast a shadow.

Song Le was dubious and nodded slowly.

So she concentrated again, secretly determined not to be distracted this time, and Song Le turned her attention to the English book on the table.

However, a string of English words jumped into view, Song Le was affected by the limitation of IQ, and couldn't help but feel a little drowsy, his eyelids were fighting, and his chin was suddenly lifted by a hand.

Song Le, who was in a daze, froze for a moment, reacted, and then froze suddenly.

"You..." An Cheng's tone seemed a little helpless.

Song Le's heart was also disturbed. The miraculous thing was that as long as she didn't read English books, she didn't feel sleepy at all, which made her want to burst into tears.

"Brother, I, I don't know why I'm so sleepy..." She said with a guilty conscience.

An Cheng glanced at her, groaned and didn't know what he was thinking, and finally stretched out his hands to ravage her cheeks.

Song Le giggled after being rubbed.

An Cheng simply gave up telling her to start from the text and directly explain the topic. When encountering words that she didn't understand, Song Le didn't need to look up the dictionary at all. the whole book.

"Brother, you are amazing." Song Le couldn't help saying in amazement after hearing this.

An Cheng poked her forehead, angry and funny: "Well, a little better than you."

Where is it just a little bit, Song Le hugged his forehead and blinked.

After explaining all the topics in the homework to her, An Cheng casually flipped through her textbook in his hand, and suddenly stopped on a page.

Song Le had just finished writing the last letter when she looked up and saw him staring at her textbook with a cold expression, her heart skipped a beat.

"What's wrong?" Song Le was nervous, and An Cheng seemed a little unhappy.

Could it be because, after studying for half a semester, her books are still new?

Uneasy, I finally heard An Cheng speak, and said in a slightly cold tone: "Baby, what is this?"

Song Le's heart skipped a beat, and she walked slowly to his side, looking at the place where his eyes fell——

It was a small corner of the book, and it showed a stick figure 'beating-beating' another stick figure.

There seemed to be two crooked names written on it, and the name of the one who hit someone was An Xiaole.

"Explain." An Cheng's gentle pampering just now seemed to be an illusion, and Song Le's hands shrank slightly due to the sudden indifference shown.

She complained endlessly in her heart, the deskmate was a little chubby guy who always liked to play pranks, every time she took advantage of her sleeping in English class, she would pull her hair, or draw a pig's head on her arm, unexpectedly, she secretly left this in her English book .

"Brother..." She said in a low voice, at a loss.

"I want to hear an explanation." An Cheng emphasized his tone, his eyes were cold.

"Excuse me, explain what?" Seeing that gaze, I couldn't help but take a few steps back, and remembering that we usually have to be sneaky and cautious when making friends, Song Le was a little aggrieved for a while, "Brother, I didn't do anything, I just sat at the same table with me Just kidding."

"A joke?" An Cheng was unmoved, but his beautiful thin lips moved unkindly, "Did I agree?"

Moreover, a nameless anger ran wildly in his chest, and now the docile baby is resisting him because of this thing?

He cast a sneaky glance at the stick figure, then stared at her, slowly tore off the page, crumpled it into a ball of paper, and threw it away like trash, then met her astonished eyes indifferently.