The weak and beautiful man is actually an attack

In the evening Xing Ming was going to go home, but Han Anxin was worried that he would walk the mountain road alone, so he stayed at home stubbornly. The upstairs house of their house is for those non-human residents, but there is also a guest room downstairs, because some The days have something to do with cleaning the room, and the guest room is very clean now.

"Teacher, you can live here." He opened the door of the guest room and let Xing Ming see the furnishings inside. "Although it is a bit rudimentary, I just cleaned the place a few days ago, and the bathrobes have been washed."

"Your house used to be a hotel?"

"Forget it, let's do it." They have monsters who will live here. Some monsters don't like to live with ghosts, so they will live in the guest rooms downstairs.

Xing Ming glanced at the furnishings in the guest room, and said, "Well, it feels very warm."

Han Anxin nodded and smiled slightly, "Well, here is what my mother arranged."

Xing Ming could finally see his attachment to his mother from his eyes. The child's parents are very good people, but it's a pity...Xing Ming's heart suddenly felt a little sour, and the look in Han Anxin's eyes couldn't help showing a little more pity, But it was quickly hidden by him.The child is a strong person, and pity is a kind of harm to him, "Then, thank you, classmate Han Anxin."

Han Anxin hurriedly shook his hands, "No, no, I'm too much trouble for the teacher today, the teacher should go to bed early, after all, I've been tired all day."

"You should also rest earlier." Xing Ming put his hand on Han Anxin's head, "I still have some fever, remember to take medicine and drink water."

Being so cared by the teacher, Han Anxin felt warm in his heart, and said with blushing cheeks, "I know, then I will go up first, teacher."

"En." Xing Ming nodded, watching Han Anxin go upstairs.

The old house is close to the mountain, so it is a bit shady, but Xing Ming was indeed tired all day. After taking a bath, he lay on the bed. The people in this family seem to like chrysanthemums very much. Even the fluorescent lamps are in the shape of chrysanthemums. He really wants to Tucao, but drowsiness hit him quickly, and he went to see Duke Zhou soon.

Outside the house, the spirits all wanted to get close to Xing Ming, but Ran Weng watched them so hard that they couldn't enter the house, so Xing Ming slept comfortably again, and didn't want to get up the next morning.

After waking up, he was in a bit of a dilemma. It's the end of summer, and the weather is still a bit stuffy. He can't wear the same clothes as the day before to go to school. "Student Han Anxin, do you have any clothes for me?"

"I still have some of my father's clothes left, which can be lent to the teacher."

It's just that they are dead people's clothes after all, Han Anxin was afraid that Xing Ming would dislike him, but Xing Ming didn't care, and said with a smile: "That's it, then please."

"Ah, yes." Han Anxin searched in his parents' room again, found a white shirt and jeans of his father and gave it to Xing Ming, "Here, teacher."

"Thank you." The smell on the top of the clothes is very dry and sober. I think Han Anxin loves it very much, and I don't feel uncomfortable wearing it. Xing Ming used the previous toiletries and Han Anxin's father's hairspray again, and walked out of the bathroom. , he said to Han Anxin: "Your father has good taste."

"Ah, my father likes to follow the trend. Although the clothes are not expensive, they are the latest styles he can afford." Han Anxin looked at Xing Ming's attire, and suddenly had an illusion, as if the teacher and his father's appearance overlapped. Shaking his head twice, he put the prepared breakfast on the table, "Teacher, come and eat."

"Okay, thank you." It was a very rich and nutritious breakfast. Xing Ming felt that if he ate at Han Anxin's house every day, he would definitely gain a lot of weight. OK, "How are you feeling today? If you're still feeling unwell, you can rest at home for another two days."

Han Anxin shook his head, "No, no need, teacher, I feel much more comfortable today."

Xing Ming was worried, and put his hands on Han Anxin's head again, and found that although his face was pale, his fever had indeed subsided, "Well, let's go to school together today, if you feel uncomfortable, do you know? "

"I know, teacher. I'm in good health. I'll be fine." Xing Ming's palm was very warm. Han Anxin felt his concern and smiled at him with narrowed eyes.

Han Anxin's body has always been very healthy, even if he has a fever and sleeps for a day, he will be fine. He took a nap at noon at school, and he was alive and well in the afternoon.

Many of the classmates in the class went straight from junior high school to high school, and there was no difficulty in getting along with each other. As soon as school life got on the right track, Han Anxin slowly walked out of the shadow of being killed in his previous life, but when he had free time, He would think hard about how to escape death while preserving the old house.

After another month like this, the school organized a preliminary exam. The exam had no special meaning, but just wanted to use the particularly difficult papers to remind the students that it is time to calm down.

Han Anxin was originally not afraid of getting the bottom line this time, because he had passed the test in his previous life, and the time between them was not too long. He felt that he should be able to get a high score this time, but when he got the paper, he was stupid. At a glance, he has a good foundation in mathematics, and his writing is smooth. Because his father has been grasping it hard, he can still listen to English. It's just Chinese. He looks at choosing the correct sentence, choosing the correct idiom, finding out When there is no wrong set of words, I am completely dumbfounded, I don’t understand at all, I don’t understand at all, and I can’t write short passages, what should I do?I can only write scribbles, and in the end the only thing I can write is composition.

After handing in the test paper, he never dared to look at Xing Ming's face, always feeling that the teacher would faint from his anger.