Look at that pair of school grass

In the afternoon, Su An went to Qi Wenxuan with her homework in her arms. She expressed that she wanted to do it by herself first. The reason why she ran over to do it was because there were too many temptations in her room, and Qi Daxun urged him to do so.

This is like a comet crashing into the earth. The prodigal son will not change his money when he turns back, and the sea of ​​learning will rise and fall together. Su An wants to learn from Qi Wenxuan, of course he cooperates. He immediately vacates half of his desk for Su An, and writes the rest on the other half. During the Chinese homework, when she turned her head casually, she saw Su An's brows twisted into twists.

Qi Wenxuan pursed his lips silently, turned his head and continued to ponder over how complicated and tangled his heart was expressed by the wind that the author heard in the reading comprehension in front of him.

After writing this question, the tip of the black fountain pen tapped the final period and left the paper. Qi Wenxuan turned his head again, and saw that Su An had changed his posture, and his fingers were quickly tapping on the phone screen, with a relaxed and happy expression.

"Su Xiaoan." Qi Wenxuan called out to him.

Su An nimbly put the phone back on the table next to her, and smirked at Qi Wenxuan flatteringly: "No, I'm looking up the words."

With a guilty conscience like this, Qi Wenxuan believed that he was deluded by ghosts.

He stretched out his hand relentlessly: "Bring me the phone."

Su An innocently pursed her lips and blinked at him.

This was a foul, but Qi Leng-Blood and Ruthless Wen Xuan still stretched out his hand, shook it up and down, and urged, "Hand it in."

Su An reluctantly handed over 100 million.

"Ask me if you don't understand anything." Qi Wenxuan opened the drawer in front of him and put Su An's phone away, "Since you said you want to do it yourself, be serious and don't waste time."

Qi Xueba is very strict, tough and unquestionable.

Su Xuezai regretted it very much, as a schoolboy should behave like a schoolboy, doing homework on a whim, especially when he was sitting next to Xueba to do it.

After Qi Wenxuan got tough, he said gently: "I will return the phone to you after finishing this English paper."

Just like an adult using a toy to coax a child to do something obediently, Su An felt a little humiliated.

He had completely forgotten that his original intention of coming here was to let Qi Wenxuan supervise and supervise him. Now because of the mobile phone, he could only scratch his head and start doing the Niaoyu paper.

Not long after, his heart was not scratched, and his blond hair was almost bald by himself.

He doesn't know what this paper looks like to Xueba, but in Su An's eyes, it's just a bunch of garbled codes with a few in, of, do, but...

That afternoon, Su An didn't return home in disgrace until dinner time, like a defeated soldier.

Yang Lan was surprised when she saw it: "What's wrong with you, did you quarrel with Xuanxuan?"

"No, no..." Su An sighed, "I made an English paper."

Yang Lan: "..."

"Mom..." Su An sighed again, "English is something that people can't learn..."

Yang Lan: "..."

Sometimes she can't wait to pry open her son's head to see if there are any parts missing from Qi Wenxuan.

"You said, China has the largest population in the world, why don't they let them learn Chinese?" Su An didn't know that her mother already wanted to give him a spoon, and she was still asking sincerely.

"Heh." Yang Lan put a bowl of rice in front of him with a "boom" and snorted coldly, "Is your Chinese score getting better?"

Su An raised her head and opened her mouth, wanting to refute that her Chinese score is the best, but thinking of his "good" standard, she suddenly became speechless.

After dinner, just as Su An put down his chopsticks, Qi Wenxuan knocked on the door.

"Aunt Lan, I'll call Su An to study." Qi Wenxuan smiled politely and said to Yang Lan, "I want to tell him about the paper I made this afternoon."

"Hey, good, good." Yang Lan couldn't wait, she grabbed Su An who wanted to sneak into the room like a cat when she saw a mouse, and pushed it to Qi Wenxuan.

"Learn more from Xuanxuan." Yang Lan waved the back of her hand outward, as if hurrying to rush people, and at the same time told, "It doesn't matter if you come back later, take the key with you."

Su An is very regretful, just very regretful, why did she go to Qi Wenxuan to study with Qi Wenxuan when her head got hot in the afternoon, and the exam will be taken in two days, what's the use of this kind of cramming? It's not that I haven't passed the exam.

While regretting, Su An obediently went back to the bedroom with Qi Wenxuan, sat in front of the desk, and began to listen half-seriously and half-absently to Qi Wenxuan's mistakes.

In fact, it basically talks about the whole paper.

At the end of the talk, Su An rested her chin and yawned continuously, and finally heard the phrase "Let's stop here today", stood up and moved her lower cervical spine, sincerely admired: "Brother Xuan, I really admire you, how do you remember of these things?"

"You can do it too." Qi Wenxuan tidied up the spread out books and materials and piled them up on the corner of the table, the corners of his lips slightly raised, "Su An, you are very smart, but you just don't want to learn."

Su An curled his lips. He vaguely remembered that before the third grade of elementary school, his grades seemed to be pretty good, and he was often praised by the teacher for being smart, but the glory of his academic career stopped here.

"Have you remembered everything you said today?" Qi Wenxuan asked him casually.

"Well... remember?" Su An replied with a question.

Qi Wenxuan laughed, and lightly patted the top of the opponent's head with a stack of papers in his hand, flattening his fluffy hair: "I think you have watched me perform all night."

"No, nothing." Su An waved his hands to clarify, "I remember it, at least one-tenth of it, really."

"A tenth is fine." Qi Wenxuan showed a satisfied smile, "Take your time, let's do math tomorrow?"

Compared with things like English, which you can't do if you don't understand the topic, mathematics, which you can't do if you understand the topic, is even more troublesome.

Su An refused in her heart.

But Qi Wenxuan couldn't help but came to the door again in the morning, and this time he didn't take Su An to his home, but brought the book into Su An's room.

"I don't do math!" Su An covered her ears and shook her head and refused, "It's easy to say anything, you can lend me your math homework, if I don't do it, I will lose my life!"

"Stop talking nonsense." Qi Wenxuan pressed his hand, "Su Xiaoan, let me ask you, you suddenly want to study, do you want to win Aunt Lan a little bit at the parent meeting?"

"..." Su An was silent for a while, and muttered in a low voice, "I just want her to pinch my ears less."

After speaking, he denied it and said: "Such a short period of time is useless! I figured it out, what about love, my ears have been twisted for so many years, and I have never seen it fall..."

This can roughly be called a child that cannot be taught, and a dead wood that cannot be carved.

Qi Wenxuan didn't force him to do it, but he still told him the steps to solve the big problem step by step. Su An showed a puzzled expression after listening: "Wait a minute, where did this S1 come from?"

"It was calculated at that step just now." Qi Wenxuan clicked on the calculation steps on the draft paper.

"Oh..." Su An didn't understand, and nodded hesitantly.

At the beginning, she could listen carefully, but after the two questions, Su An was obviously distracted, and suddenly became very interested in the pen cap with a little dust in the pen holder on the table.

The number one in the grade did not know how to cherish it when he gave him a small treatment alone. Qi Wenxuan turned his head and saw the spin on the top of Su An's head, where the roots had already grown black hair, and a little bit of white scalp was exposed in the middle.

He pressed one finger on the spinner, and the other four fingers on other places on top of his head, turning Su An's head back to face the paper.

Su An wailed under his hands.

The golden head moved restlessly, rubbing the fluffy hair with the palm of his hand, Qi Wenxuan thought to himself, Su An really studied well in the past, even though he was in the lower grades of primary school, the double hundred exam is not something most children can do .

When did you start falling behind?

Ah...it seems to have started with his parents' divorce.

At first, the teacher would not blame him for his regress because of his family affairs, but after a long time, the teacher could only sigh at his grades, and after a while, it would become a reprimand. After changing the teacher, the new teacher In Su An's eyes, he was a child with poor grades from the beginning.

Su An's position was gradually transferred from the front row to the back row, and she gradually became numb from the initial panic when facing her own performance.

After being a poor student for a long time, I got used to it.

Just bad, how easy it is.

And how can you easily make up for the slack after so many years.

Qi Wenxuan gently opened his palms and rubbed his head in a smooth way, and he sighed in his heart when he met those eyes that were raised with grievance.

Take your time, no one can become a fat man in one bite, at least Su An's suggestion that he wants to study in the past two days has already surprised and pleasantly surprised him, no matter what the reason is.

So that night, he flipped through the ashes of his junior high school math book, and made up for Su An from the beginning.

The author has something to say: Su Xiaoan: I want to die in place.