Paranoid academic gods are always poor

Song Ye thought for a long time but couldn't figure out who this person was, until Pei Hanmo came out and was not surprised to see him, he clearly knew him.

"Is something wrong?"

Zhou Linqing looked quite normal when he wasn't smiling, "I will have dinner at home tonight, so I won't be in class."

"Ah."

The two briefly talked to each other and left. Seeing Song Ye was looking at him, Pei Hanmo explained: "Students taught by tutors."

Song Ye was surprised: "What grade is this person?"

It doesn't look small.

"Sophomore, what?"

"..."

It's nothing, you are awesome!

The first grader is naturally qualified to be a tutor for students of the same grade.

Pei Hanmo understood what he meant, smiled lightly, and said, "You can also be my student."

"……roll."

Pei Hanmo opened the bag, took out a candy and handed it to Song Ye.

It turned out that it was also to buy candy that day, but has he ever said that he likes to eat candy?

Song Ye was puzzled. He peeled off the candy wrapper and threw it into his mouth. He couldn't help stretching out his hand: "Give me a few more."

"No." Pei Hanmo put it away.

"??"

Do you want to be so stingy?

Song Ye turned and went back to the canteen, "I'll go buy it myself."

Pei Hanmo reminded him: "This is the last bag."

Not long after, Song Ye came out empty-handed, with sad eyes: "Why are you so stingy!"

Pei Hanmo was unmoved, "I'll give it to you after finishing the questions."

"..."

What kind of perseverance is this, always urging him to study?

Returning to the classroom quickly, Song Ye remembered who that person was just now.

Before he was reborn, he had met Pei Hanmo at the engagement banquet, Patriarch Pei's right-hand man—Zhou Special Assistant Zhou Linqing.

He is highly educated and capable, but he is willing to be an assistant, but he is also Pei Hanmo's assistant, so that people will not feel inferior.

Song Ye was surprised that the two had known each other so early.

"Are you and Zhou Linqing also friends?"

Pei Hanmo suddenly stopped and looked at him, "You know him? What did he tell you just now?"

"I don't know, but I've heard of it." Song Ye felt that his emotions came out of nowhere, and he finally felt the uncertainty that everyone said in his previous life.

"Heard? Where did you hear it?"

"..."

Why did it look like cheating on him and giving him a cuckold?

"Obviously I asked you first!"

Pei Hanmo: "Not a friend, it's your turn, answer me."

Song Ye felt that there was nothing to love in life, so he shouldn't have opened his mouth. He didn't even bother to make up the reason, so he said nonsense: "...Because he is too white, I think he must be sick. I want to determine what kind of disease he is. I am so white. It's not that I will be sick..."

He actually thought Pei Hanmo was sick.

Pei Hanmo actually comforted him solemnly: "Don't worry, your skin color is genetic and very healthy."

"Oh, how do you know I'm genetic?"

To be honest, Song Yezhen just asked casually, and didn't necessarily ask him to tell the reason. I didn't expect Pei Hanmo to be nervous.

Obviously afraid to look at him, he paused for a long time before opening his mouth, but he still stuttered a little!

"I, I met your brother."

Song Ye didn't take it seriously. Every parent meeting was held by his brother. It was normal for Pei Hanmo to see it, but why should he be nervous?

Pei Hanmo didn't give him time to think, "Your classroom is here."

Song Ye, who almost went to Class [-] with him, hurriedly stopped the car, and hurriedly slipped away before Pei Hanmo thought of tricking him into doing the quizzes.

Even so, he still couldn't escape, Pei Hanmo told from behind, "Remember to do the questions and check them for me tomorrow."

"...I know, long-winded."

After Pei Hanmo left, Song Ye walked into the classroom, and a person suddenly appeared at the door, startling him.

Taking a closer look, it turned out to be Ji Shaoyu.

"What are you hiding here for?"

Ji Shaoyu poked his head out and saw the figure in the corridor gradually disappearing around the corner. He asked, "Why does Pei Hanmo ask you to do the questions and also help you check?"

If you ignore the envy and jealousy on his face, you are simply concerned about your brother's friendship.

Song Ye said perfunctorily: "The first grade is tired, and he wants to try a new sense of accomplishment, such as helping the bottom one in the grade to the second grade."

If Zhao Jingming was there, he would obviously be able to hear him talking nonsense, and would laugh at him for dreaming, but standing here is the idiot Ji Shaoyu, who is dubious, after all, the ability of the god of learning is too perverted, "Then will you work hard?" ?”

"Are you kidding, do I seem to be someone who can learn?" Song Ye yawned, feeling sleepy after eating.

Seeing his sloppy look, Ji Shaoyu thought it was true, but his brother still wanted to encourage him, "Come on, help me win the first place in the grade."

Song Ye looked at him in surprise, "??"

Are you serious?

After Ji Shaoyu left, Song Ye didn't feel sleepy any more. After thinking about it, he finally took out the book and started the problem.

Completely forget that I was trying my best to refuse to study just now.

Pei Hanmo also marked out the example questions. If it was a little difficult, he marked the analysis on the side. Song Ye read the example questions once and became familiar with the formula, so it became very easy to do the questions independently.

This was done. Before class in the afternoon, Zhao Jingming came back after eating, and complained from a long distance: "Brother Ye, I finally found someone who is more picky than you. When I went out, Ouyang would eat everything. After I went, he would eat everything." Mom doesn't eat anything, and hates the dirty environment, stale meat, and too few dishes..."

Zhao Jingming sat down and drank a big sip of water. When he was about to continue talking, he found that his buddies who fought with him and skipped class to write a self-criticism were secretly doing the questions!

"Brother Ye! We are still not the best brothers!"

"No." Song Ye was used to his indirect convulsions, and turned to the last question calmly. This was a bit difficult, he could only answer the first two small questions, and the last question was completely clueless.

Zhao Jingming burst into tears, "Don't you want to be the last one? Study secretly and amaze everyone?"

"What are you worried about? It's not that someone will put you at the bottom."

It was only then that Zhao Jingming remembered the goodness of his new classmate, "That's right, after Ouyang inherits your throne, I can still keep the second-to-last place and keep my pocket money!"

Ouyang Jie came in just in time to hear this sentence, "What are you talking about me?"

Zhao Jingming smiled obsequiously, "Let's eat chicken. Let's!"

Ouyang Jie looked at Song Ye, "Together?"

Song Ye brushed the questions all afternoon, his mind was in chaos, he needed something to stimulate him, so he put down his pen, "Come on!"

The three of them didn't match passers-by, and they were confident that they could eat chicken, so they drove straight away.

"Where are you? Come and save me! A team is coming this way!"

Song Ye was busy searching for things, and suggested to him: "Run quickly."

Ouyang Jie drove in the direction of Song Ye, "Master Song, is he alright? I'm here to pick you up."

Zhao Jingming: "??"

What's the matter with you?

Song Ye skillfully jumped downstairs, sat on the back seat, and commanded: "Direction 15, go to persuade the fight."

"As ordered!"

"Mingzi?"

Zhao Jingming said weakly: "Alive..."

After this round, Zhao Jingming ran poison throughout the whole process, and when he finally made it to the finals, he ate chicken for no reason.

"Can you let me slow down!!"

Song Ye wondered, "It's not you who are running."

"Am I tired?"

"..."

Ouyang Jie laughed and said, "Don't you like lying down?"

Zhao Jingming rolled his eyes, his legs were broken and he was lying down!

"Did you have fun?"

Except that Zhao Jingming was a little tired, "It's okay, let's have another one."

After waiting for a while, he found that no one paid attention to him. He looked up suspiciously, and saw the new English teacher looking at him with a smile, and his two teammates standing behind him.

The teacher glanced at the phone screen, "What about three missing one? Do you want to add me?"

When Zhao Jingming spoke nervously, he didn't pass his brain, "Are you good at technology... um, it's not—"

No matter how good-tempered a person is, he couldn't stand it, "You are good at technology, right? You stand in front and perform for everyone, and the two of you stand in the corridor to reflect!"

Zhao Jingming looked at his teammates sadly, and the hunk burst into tears: Why do you have to be separated when you are punished for standing...

Song Ye was already used to this scene, and turned around without thinking about it, and walked out. Ouyang Jie followed behind him, silent, as if he had been hit.

For the sake of eating chicken together just now, it was rare for Song Ye to comfort him kindly, "Just get used to it, and you can go back in the next class."

Ouyang Jie looked complicated: "Why didn't you tell me that the first period is English class?"

"Is there a difference?" Don't get caught, you will still be punished to stand still. In addition to Lao Wang's class, there will also be a self-criticism book.

"The difference is huge..."

A heartless voice came from inside the classroom, "Ouyang Jie is not allowed to come in after school!"

Song Ye: "??"

Ouyang Jie explained: "She is my mother."

"..."

Song Ye thought for a while why he couldn't think about switching to his fucking class, but before he came to a conclusion, sleepiness surged up, and his head sank bit by bit.

Suddenly his cheek was pinched quickly, Song Ye almost thought it was a dream.

Ouyang Jie at the side swept away the depression just now, rubbed his fingers with great interest, and turned his head to look at Song Ye, "It's really soft."

Song Ye's drowsiness disappeared instantly, and he frowned: "Are you courting death?"

Ouyang Jie didn't seem to see his anger, and was still wondering: "It's soft to the touch, why is your temper so violent?"

"You're fucking soft!"

Song Ye couldn't bear it anymore and raised his fist to hit his face hard. Ouyang Jie had fought a lot, and easily grabbed his wrist, with a particularly flattering smile, "Are you doing the same to Pei Hanmo?"

Song Ye was stunned. He didn't know why he suddenly mentioned Pei Hanmo. He raised the elbow of his left hand at the same time, but was blocked by the other party. Ouyang Jie blinked at him, "He's right behind you."

Who?

Song Ye turned around and saw Pei Hanmo standing not far away, looking at him expressionlessly, unable to see his emotions clearly.

When he turned around, Ouyang Jie's arm came around from behind unsuspectingly, pushing him back against his solid chest.

Song Ye was furious and gave him an elbow, "Are you fucking sick?!"

Unexpectedly, Ouyang Jie just snorted, did not let go, and replied seriously: "I'm not sick."

While Song Ye was angry, he still wondered if Pei Hanmo was angry. As soon as he finished urging him to study, Song Ye was punished to stand immediately, and he saw him every time he lost face.

Don't you think he is muddy and can't support the wall?

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