The Love Cycle of Me and Lao Gong's Love [Quick Transmigration]

causal point,

It is a person's influence on the people around him,

The more people whose lives are changed because of you,

The more karma points you accumulate.

Want to get the causal points of Ke Fei,

The premise is to brush his favorability to 100.

Ruan Mo sat back in his seat,

I couldn't help asking the system in my heart: "How much is the favorability?"

He tried so hard to tease Kefei,

There should be a ten or twenty o'clock in this meeting, right?

The system said coldly: "Favourability degree 5."

Ruan Mo's eyes widened: "Are there so few?

My pants are all off, you tell me only 5? "

What about Kefei's favorite character design of the little white flower who has no offensive power?

Ruan Mo seemed to hear the system chuckle again, "Now the favorability is 0."

Ruan Mo doesn't need him to say,

They all felt an indifferent gaze sweeping behind them.

"Is he teasing me?" Ruan Modan - the pain was excruciating.

System: "No, it should be because he thinks you didn't follow the instructions to go to the infirmary."

Ruan Mo: ...

He understood, this is really a straightforward straight man.

Ruan Mo squeezed the wallet,

reluctantly stood up,

Walking from the back door of the classroom to the infirmary, silently watching Kefei's favorability jump from 0 to 5 and then to 10,

You can spit out a string of ellipsis when you open your mouth.

no way,

Situations are stronger than people,

in another week,

Kefei's original wife, Han Tiantian, is about to transfer to Class 1 of Senior Three,

Now don't brush up your favorability,

The original partner will kill him to the sky within minutes.

Thinking of some things he was about to do, Ruan Mo, who had not completely broken his three views, rubbed his face, his ears were a little hot.

.Soon after Ruan Mo left,

Kefei was called to the office by the grade director.

The hairstyle of the grade director Mediterranean is still so standard.

Ke Fei unceremoniously sat down on a chair beside him,

"Hello Uncle Li."

Director Li responded with a smile, knowing the young master's straightforward temper, so he went straight to the point and said: "Kefei, your mother asked me to find you a classmate to tutor you one-on-one in liberal arts. After all The college entrance examination will be in half a year, and with your current level, it will be difficult to get even a second grade."

It's not that Ke's mother was stingy and didn't hire him a tutor, but that all the tutors were beaten away by Ke Fei...

Kefei said: "I want to join the army, not study."

Director Li sighed, "Don't be so self-willed. It's not easy for your mother to be alone. Isn't it good to stay in the city?"

Kefei thought of his mother crying all day long after his father died for the country, her dark eyes flashed dark, her voice was firm and resounding.

"I want to join the army."

With that said, Kefei got up and was about to leave the office.

Director Li was speechless, and took two steps forward with his slightly obese body to block the door, "Wait, you don't have to be a soldier to join the army. It's also a way to enter the interstellar military academy. Don't you want to try it?"

The graduates of the interstellar military academy were assigned to the army, and they became lieutenants directly. I don't know how much smoother it is than the way of going from soldier to soldier after joining the army.

Seeing that Kefei's expression was relaxed, Director Li continued to persuade: "There is a recommended student named Ruan Mo in your class. If you are at the same table, the two of you just happen to help each other and make progress together."

Kefei didn't refuse again.

Director Li looked at Kefei's leaving back, and could vaguely see Kefei's high-spirited look back then.

Remembering what Kemu told him, Director Li shook his head and sighed.

Forget it, he has tried his best, first keep Ke Fei in school to attend lectures, and then try to persuade him not to join the army.

.

Ruan Mo returned to the classroom after taking the cold medicine, and saw those classmates who loved to bully him in the past, holding his books bitterly and walking towards the back of the classroom.

Seeing Ruan Mo without glasses, the rich second generation whose nose was beaten by Ke Fei instead of his mouth, even gave him a sympathetic look.

This guy is so miserable that he was actually arranged by Director Li to give Brother Ke a one-on-one tutoring.

terrible.

Ruan Mo squeezed the cold medicine, stood beside Kefei nervously, and smiled like crying, "Hi, classmate, I'm Ruan Mo, you can ask me any liberal arts questions you don't understand. Then ... I will entrust you with my martial arts tutoring, thank you."

Ke Fei hummed, leaned forward to make room for him, and signaled him to go over.

Ruan Mo was careful not to touch Ke Fei's back, and after sitting back in his new seat, his mood hanging in mid-air calmed down a bit.

Finally, he worked hard to study his homework for three years and it was not in vain, so he snatched away the opportunity to get along with Kefei day and night before the heroine appeared.

Give yourself a thumbs up.

In the last ten minutes of morning reading, Ruan Mo held the history textbook in his hands. Without his myopia glasses, his whole face was glued to the book.

Kefei was flipping through the textbook, dizzy from the large amount of useless rules and regulations on it. He put down the book, and when he turned his face, he saw the picture of this soft and cute deskmate trying to recognize words.

Also... quite cute.

Kefei felt a little itchy in his hands, paused for a moment, and suddenly reached out and grabbed the collar of the front table.

"Brother Ke, what's the matter?" He looked at Kefei's fist in horror, flattened in front of his eyes, and took off his glasses at once.

"It's okay, you continue."

As Kefei said, he handed the glasses he had snatched to the boy beside him, "I'll pay you."

Ruan Mo: ...

Does he pick it up or not?

Thinking of Ke Fei's uncompromising style, Ruan Mo only struggled for a second, then obediently took the glasses and put them on, and turned the adjustment button to adjust the glasses from 300 degrees to 800 degrees.

"Thank you."

The glasses are a bit big, and they slide down from the bridge of the boy's nose to the tip of his nose. Coupled with his not yet dry hair and a wide school uniform, there is a sense of ingenious and cute disobedience.

Ke Fei readily accepted his thanks, and continued flipping through the pages of the book, as if forgetting the origin of the glasses.

That's it... don't care who that is?

Ruan Mo hadn't snatched the things so clearly, stayed for a few minutes, and struggled to pull off his sleeves.

Kefei looked over impatiently, and he was so scared that he sat up unconsciously, and the admonition with righteous words could not help but turned into a plea, "Kefei... well, you don't have glasses at the front table."

It's not my business.

Ke Fei was expressionless.

"..." Ruan Mo was speechless for a while, "How about I return the glasses to him and get another one when I go out later."

The freely adjustable glasses are too expensive for him to wear.

Kefei seemed to understand something, reached out and squeezed out a stack of banknotes from his wallet, and stuffed them into the collar of the front desk.

"Here, you don't need to look for it."

"Thank you, Brother Ke." The chicken thief who laughed at the front table seemed to have received a great favor.

Ruan Mo: ...

Inadvertently glanced at the stunned look of his new deskmate, Kefei calmed down a lot from the irritability of being forced to come to school, and silently read Ruan Mo's name, labeling him in his heart.

Cute, bunny, thin and pitiful.

……

In the morning, the liberal arts was read quickly in Kefei's transition from being energetic to sleepy.

On the stage is the lecturer's spitting teaching, and off the stage is Ruan Mo's soft-spoken explanation.

He spread out the paper with his slender hands, and clicked on each question, "Kefei, just ask me what you don't understand."

When it comes to the fields he is familiar with, the timid Ruan Mo just now seems to be refreshed, the black eyes behind the glasses are shining with wisdom, and every question that seems to Ke Fei to be as tangled and complicated as twine is answered by him. Carefully disassembled into several small steps, clear and clear.

"Understood?" Ruan Mo huffed, took the water glass to moisten his throat.

Kefei turned the paper over and clicked on the first small question.

Is this the question?

Ruan Mo was about to hold his breath to take a closer look when he heard Kefei calmly say: "Except for this, I don't understand anything."

.Brother, you are playing with me.

Ruan Mo's pretended warm expression almost collapsed.

"Is this person really the youngest generalissimo of country a in the future? Why do I have doubts about his intelligence?" Ruan Mo complained in his heart.

System: "His intelligence is absolutely fine. If you can't teach him, it's probably because you have a problem with your intelligence."

Facing the slight contempt from the system, Ruan Mo swallowed tears of humiliation.

"It's okay, let's start over again." Ruan Mo bit his lower lip, and spread out a page of draft paper in a good-tempered manner, "Kefei, look here, this auxiliary line..."

Ke Fei rubbed his temples, his eyes shifted from the young man's fast palm to his wide sleeves unconsciously, and then he saw his side face from his sleeves.

He put on his glasses and started to talk again, with a serious expression and sharp eyes, completely different from the helpless him who just took off his glasses.

Kefei really didn't want to read the paper, so he just stared at the young man in a daze.

Ruan Mo put down the fountain pen, and said helplessly: "Kefei, don't be distracted, you still have a lot of homework to make up." Thinking about it, he has a headache for him, and the textbooks are half the height of a person, okay?

Kefei looked at his inexplicable furry appearance, and thought of an angry rabbit, which was a little funny.

He hummed lightly and returned the paper reluctantly. This kind of performance made the eyes of the students who looked at this corner frequently to drop their eyes again.

Wasn't the last man who commanded Brother Ke kicked five meters away on the spot?

Brother Ke is so talkative today, I can't figure it out!