Reborn As the School Hunk’s Dearest Daughter

Brother Fu, don't listen to Master, I want it! Xie Chu ran over excitedly, folded his hands towards Fu Ting, and nodded straight as if paying homage to the gods, Xueshen, Xueshen, I knew you were so awesome, I'll copy yours for this exam so I don't have to get mixed doubles.

Fu Ting said righteously, Plagiarism is wrong. You can't think that way. Learning depends on your own efforts to acquire knowledge, and you have a sense of accomplishment.

Yes, yes, it's right to hear what Master said. When Fu Ting said that, Xie Chu felt a sense of shame after a long absence. He touched the board and leaned in front of Fu Pei and said loudly, Brother Fu, look at Master Fu. She's so good, are we scumbags worthy of playing with her?

Su Luoshui raised his chin and snorted, My cub has such a high IQ, calling your father really wronged her.

The speaker is careless.

Listeners are interested.

Fu Pei indifferently pretended to be sensitive and was attacked by the outside world again.

It is said that the academic bully looks down on the scumbag, and the little fool must be so smart in his studies, he must be looked down upon, right?

Maybe in my heart, I will laugh at him fiercely...

The fingers inserted in the pockets clenched in unconsciously, and the cyan veins burst out of the sturdy arms.

The boy's brows showed a bit of cold despair.

He almost turned his head to run away.

The cuffs tightened suddenly.

Bai soft hands grabbed the corner of his clothes, hitting his line of sight like tender bamboo shoots, the eyes of a little girl that looked like they were soaked in water.

What are you doing? Fu Pei pressed his tongue against his cheeks, gritted his teeth viciously, his eyes rolled out of black clouds.

He leaned on his side, and his sullen eyebrows were surrounded by a faint light and shadow in the backlight, half clear, half dark, full of oppression.

If the little fool really dared to laugh, he would...

Fu Ting blinked, and soft pear eddies appeared on his smiling cheeks.

Delicate voice, like ice cream, sweet and sour.

The IQ I inherited from my father!

As if someone briefly pressed the pause button, Fu Pei's world went blank.

After a long time, he regained his senses, and the sea of ​​clouds surged in his heart.

Little fool, this is defending his dignity in her unique way.

How can... so sweet?

Small sweet buns.

The tense cold haze around him slowly faded away, a silent smile flashed across his black eyes, and he said indifferently, Fu Xiaozhu.

I gave up all the great opportunities to get into the excellent class, isn't it just a pig?

Fu Ting smiled in a good-natured manner, his eyebrows were curved, and the gentle little Mengyin said, Dad, let's go to college together, okay?

Xie Tuo snorted, Listen, you look down on Brother Fu too much. With his grades, it's a dream to go to college.

Fu Ting said solemnly, It doesn't matter if your grades are not good, there are still a few months left, and there is still a chance to save. As long as you study hard, you will definitely get good grades.

Xie Chu touched the touch board and said, Really?

Fu Ting nodded vigorously, From now on, I will supervise your studies, and Luo Shui, you should also study together. If you don't understand, ask me directly.

Su Luoshui said indulgently, I listen to the cubs!

Fu Pei cleared his throat and was about to refuse.

Fu Ting glanced at him, Dad, you promised me to study hard, so if you don't know how to speak, it doesn't matter, right?

Fu Pei: ...

He regrets it now, is it too late?

Obviously not possible!

Fu Ting actively made a study plan and clapped his hands to cheer them up, Our study group is called the Scumbag Counterattack Group. In order not to put pressure on you, let's set a small goal first, and Tsinghua and Peking University can choose whatever you want!

The corner of Su Luoshui's mouth twitched, Cub, you seem to be a little mad?

Xie Chu: ...Leave me alone, I just want to be a rubbish with no competition in the world!

Fu Ting scratched his chin, Is it difficult? Or Harvard? Oxford?

Seeing the clear eyes of the little girl, Fu Pei lowered his noble head, and replied with a paralyzed face, ...as you like

Keeping promises is also a virtue.

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Reminder: Dad is not moved, this is the closeness of the family.

He suffered too much by himself, and the hostess specially came to heal him.

[Male: Destroy my CP, you are gone]

Begin to pave the way for the male protagonist to emerge, almost in the past few days, the sooner you write will come out early, and the slower you will come out late.

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