The sweet smell of citrus

His eyes froze, Cheng Jialan originally wanted to admire his extraordinarily beautiful tablemate, but just for a moment, that person turned his head and started to look at her.

At this moment, she put on the same smiling face as yesterday.

It was obviously still the same face, but it seemed that it suddenly lost its attractiveness.Hey, Cheng Jialan lowered his head.

The attack target arrived, within one meter, level one security, Song Yi quickly lost the negative emotions at the moment, and returned to his best state.

"Student Cheng."

But the same table is like a chameleon.

Last second he was looking at her obsessively, this second?

Coming to the stage from the corner of his eyes, he put his hand on the side of his face, and hummed softly, very disgusted.

"Oh, monitor."

Chapter 8 Why do I hate you, don't you know!I really do not know.

Song Yi sensed Cheng Jialan's great hostility towards her.

This hostility is still very diffuse, sometimes strong and compelling, sometimes bleak, and in a few times, this hostility will change in nature and become a kind of scrutiny with subtle emotions.

While thinking, Song Yi and Cheng Jialan looked at each other inexplicably.

From a very close distance, Song Yi looked at Cheng Jialan without blinking, with a calm and natural expression, while Cheng Jialan on the other side quickly changed from a "proud glance" at the beginning to a "frowning look", After frowning for a long time, her eyes widened again, and then her blushing flashed, and she looked away.

Song Yi smiled softly in his heart, and suddenly felt that Cheng Jialan's hostility and inexplicable emotions this morning were indifferent.

After all, the little girl who is so cute that she would blush when she looks at you, puts the most hostility into it, probably means putting her hands on her hips, arrogantly stretching out her hand in front of you, pressing her white fingers against your face or nose, and shouting: You liar!Bastard!

Song Yi tried to imagine the image of Cheng Jialan, and couldn't help laughing again.

The insignificant and wonderful emotion of that idea has long been forgotten.

After sorting out my thoughts, Song Yi's strategy plan started again when the first class in the morning began.

only……

After implementing the plan of 'boiling frogs in warm water' all morning, Song Yi realized that he might have made a mistake in his strategy plan.

She found that although Cheng Jialan looked simple and thoughtless, it was very difficult to get started.

Because she really didn't live up to the extra points she set for her, and the way she faced things was completely different from other ordinary people.

In the third math class in the morning, Mr. Lei was probably instructed by a classmate's parent to shine a light on Cheng Jialan beside him while sending out beautiful light waves to a student he admired.

Teacher Lei deliberately walked off the podium, halfway to see Cheng Jialan's desk.

Cheng Jialan seemed to be a little afraid of the teacher. After Teacher Lei came over, she quickly sat up while paralyzed, and opened the book.

Well, her action of flipping the book let the teacher know that she didn't listen to it before.

"I know that you just transferred from the next city, and you may not be used to the learning rhythm here, and you may even feel that this rhythm may be strange and boring."

"However, no matter how boring you are in class, you shouldn't ignore it in class. Mathematics is a beautiful subject. You must know how to understand its secrets."

"Now turn to page 47 of the book and look at Question [-]. Come to my office after class. I want to see your analysis ideas." Thinking of something, he added: "If you really don't know, just ask the question next to you. My classmate Song, she has a pair of eyes that are very good at discovering beauty."

After finishing speaking, Teacher Lei went back to the podium to give lectures.

Song Yi saw that Cheng Jialan, who was sitting on the chair, first looked down at the brand-new math book, and then looked at the third problem with a bewildered expression.

Ah, Song Yi still remembers this small question three, it is a relatively basic one in advanced mathematics, very suitable for novices.

But... Song Yi saw Cheng Jialan's embarrassment.

It seems that she doesn't know how to do this subject.

Just when she made this conclusion in her mind, Cheng Jialan who was beside her suddenly glanced at her.

Song Yi remembered what the teacher said, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly, exuding full of goodwill, and he opened his mouth with a gentle tone, offering help proactively, neither superior nor cautious.

No matter who receives this kind of high-level true feelings, they should show a little touch, even if they are not moved, there is definitely a hint of goodwill.

Of course, when the person being warmed is too indifferent, the other person may also ignore it.These are normal reactions.

Cheng Jialan.

Song Yi found that after hearing this sentence, her eyes were full of disdain at first, and then she glanced at her again, the disdain faded and became full of fighting spirit.

"I don't need you to teach me!"

The girl snorted, and on her delicate little face was a capricious expression dedicated to eldest ladies, "I will do it myself!"

After finishing speaking, Cheng Jialan began to look at the math book firmly.No progress though.

About 5 minutes later, the get out of class bell rang.Song Yi saw Cheng Jialan carrying a math book and running out like a gust of wind following Teacher Lai.

She laughed for a moment, and was a little puzzled. Song Yi found that... Cheng Jialan seemed to dislike her help?

This feeling rose to the highest point after the fourth class.