Quick Travel: Redeeming the yandere villain Little Poor

While Jian Zhou was cleaning up, Ji Yan had a video call with Shang Li and learned about Jian Zhou's current study progress.

Shang Li also sent a copy of the study plan he specially prepared for Jian Zhou.

If Ji Yan didn't understand anything, she asked Shang Li for advice in the video communication.

She opened the book and reached the place where Jian Zhou learned last time. She lowered her gaze and said in a soft voice: "Do you still want to learn now? If you insist on dropping out of school and giving up on yourself, then I can only enjoy it in advance." you."

She said enjoy it.

Jian Zhou couldn't imagine that a girl who looked gentle and well-educated would say such offensive and obscene words.

She didn't seem to feel that what she said was inappropriate at all, as if she was used to it, as if it was a normal state in her life, a normal state that people like Jian Zhou could not understand.

Her words are indeed effective. Jian Zhou doesn't want to be enjoyed. Rather than being touched by someone he hates, Jian Zhou would rather let her help him with his homework as he is now.

But Jian Zhou didn't quite understand why she had to ask him to study. Would it be of any benefit to her?

He gave in, but kept his distance from her during extra lessons.

In Jian Zhou's impression, the eldest lady's grades were in the middle and upper reaches, but not top-notch. With a family background like hers, there was no need for excellent grades. A beautiful transcript was just the icing on the cake.

But the original owner was concerned about face, and she tried to create a perfect image of herself, but in terms of performance, she could never be at the forefront.

Of course, no one cares about the eldest lady's grades. When they learn about her grades, they will only praise her. They obviously have such a good family background and are still working so hard, and they all express their desire to learn from her.

This kind of praise also appeased the young lady who was praised by all the stars.

Jian Zhou was brought into the aristocratic school by her, so he also knew about Ji Yan's grades.

But when she taught him today, her thinking was clear and very organized, like an experienced teacher, not like a student with average or upper grades.

Even though Jian Zhou hated her, he had to admit that the lessons she taught were as clear and concise as Shang Li's, and no worse than Shang Li's.

When did she become so smart?There seemed to be more mysteries surrounding Ji Yan. Jian Zhou was so lost in thought that he couldn't help but wander off while listening to her class.

Ji Yan noticed that she had turned her head and stared at Jian Zhou for a long time.

The young man didn't react at all, always immersed in his own world.

Ji Yan couldn't help but wonder if her tone of voice was not ups and downs, making people easily sleepy, or if he felt that she was not as good at speaking as Shang Li, or if he just simply disliked her and didn't want to listen to her lectures.

Jian Zhou was still in a daze when a soft, white hand suddenly reached out and pinched his chin. The warm, white and tender palm almost covered his entire lower jaw.

Ji Yan's nails were very clean, without any modifications, and were trimmed roundly. The nail bed was lightly pink, and her fingers were long and well-proportioned. She had an exceptionally delicate and beautiful hand.

Jian Zhou was held by her and froze in place for a moment, his black eyelashes trembling slightly, not raising his head to look at her.

She still said in that very confusing and gentle voice: "If you really don't want to hear it, don't force it. Instead of wasting time like this, it's better to do something meaningful."

What...meaningful?

Jian Zhou felt humiliated, but his cheeks turned red.

The complex emotions were intertwined, making his fair and beautiful face seem to be stained with rouge.

"I'm sorry..." He subconsciously avoided it, lowered his eyes and whispered, "I won't be distracted again."

This time it was indeed his fault.

After the words fell, Ji Yan stared at him for a long time before taking her hand back. Her voice was soft and gentle, without any unpleasant emotions. She seemed not to be affected by what just happened, nor did she blame him for being distracted.

"it is good."

Ji Yan followed the teaching plan designated by Shang Li and taught all the classes that Jian Zhou missed today. After finishing the lectures, the simulation papers that Lin Shen was ordered to print in advance were also printed.

Ji Yan took a sip of the hot milk brought by Aunt Jiang and handed the simulation paper to Jian Zhou, "I'm going to sleep first. Wake me up when you're done."

Jian Zhou pursed her lips and saw Jiang Yurong coming over and picking her up from the wheelchair.

She is very thin and small. They are both women. In Jiang Yurong's arms, the eldest lady seems to be more petite. She is very obedient when she is picked up. Her long curly hair spreads out from the back, like a siren that can glow at night. Beautiful hair has a special appeal.

Jiang Yurong carried her to the bed, and Ji Yan said "Thank you."

She didn't look at Jian Zhou and closed her eyes after lying on the bed.

The originally moist and plump light pink lips became a little dry because of talking for too long.

Jiang Yurong skillfully opened the lip balm, carefully dug out a little, and applied it on the petal-shaped lips. The transparent paste covered a thin layer, crystal clear, and had a jelly-like texture under the soft light.

Jiang Yurong took good care of her, meticulously and gently.

Jian Zhou was used to her vicious and mean appearance before, but this was the first time he saw her so obedient, letting others rub her lips with the not-so-pretty and even rough fingers.

Realizing that he seemed to be paying too much attention to her now, Jian Zhou was stunned for a long time, lowered his head unnaturally, and went to do today's simulation paper, but his cheeks were flushed with heat.

It took Jian Zhou an hour to finish this simulation paper.

He said to Jiang Yurong: "I'm done."

Jiang Yurong was stunned for a moment before realizing what Jian Zhou meant.

She thought for a moment and shook her head: "Master Jian Zhou, the eldest lady wants you to wake her up."

Jian Zhou pursed his lips. He could tell that it wasn't that Jiang Yurong didn't want to help him, but that she didn't dare. She was also afraid that she would do bad things out of good intentions and offend her.

Jian Zhou also knew that he couldn't always count on others, and he had to face some things alone.

Ji Yan woke up while Jian Zhou was talking to Aunt Jiang.

She didn't open her eyes, wanting to see if Jian Zhou would come and wake her up.

The young man seemed to have made up his mind, and the footsteps were approaching, but extremely slowly.

He walked from the desk to the bed, which seemed like a century.

Ji Yan paused, pretending to have just woken up, opened her eyes, turned her head slightly, and her slightly misty eyes met the young man's clean and dark pupils.

"Come here, Jian Zhou."

The gentle voice was a bit irresistible.

Jian Zhou came over obediently and waited for her instructions.

The girl lowered her eyes and supported the bed with her arms, slowly raising her upper body up.

"Hold me to the wheelchair." Her voice was still calm, like a still lake, as quiet as a huge emerald agate.

A trace of resistance flashed in Jian Zhou's cold eyes. He raised his head and found that Ji Yan was still looking at him. Those eyes that were always extra gentle were as calm as a pool of stagnant water.

She seemed to just want him to carry her down to the wheelchair, with no other intention, just like Jiang Yurong carried her.