Xia Lang

With him, a little self-deprecation mixed in.

He shouldn't have this kind of expression, with sneering eyes, the injured right side of the mouth slightly raised, a half-smile.

He has seen the scene where he was with those three people, a few people hooked shoulders together, and occasionally squabbled. At that time, his expression was relaxed, his eyes were slightly narrowed in pleasure, and his fierce and sharp eyebrows would soften into a handsome appearance. .

After a while of silence, Song Linju pursed his dry lips, and his usually indifferent voice turned into a clear spring, "I don't hate it."

Li Zhaozhuo was slightly taken aback.

This was the first time he was so close to Song Linju in a bright place.

The first thought was that his eyes were really black, like black pearls soaked in water.

As we all know, almost all Chinese people have black eyes and black hair, but this black is just an approximate color description.

Most people's eyes are not really black. Some people have dark brown eyes, dark brown eyes, and some have black pupils but lighter irises.

Song Linju's eyes are pure black, calm and calm, with a calming clarity, like the peaceful deep sea on his mobile phone screen.

Expected him to say nothing, or to say a curt "No" out of politeness as usual.

But he looked at it without avoiding it, and seriously told him that he didn't hate it.

The depression in Li Zhaozhuo's heart was quietly blown away by the wind, but he still wanted to ask clearly.

"Then why did you hardly look at me before?"

Song Linju looked at the bright spots in his eyes due to the light, "It's too dazzling."

"What?" Li Zhaozhuo didn't understand.

The light in your eyes is so dazzling that I have the illusion of being burned.

Song Linju blinked, "It's nothing, it's just that the sunlight is too glaring."

Li Zhaozhuo thought he was talking about the sunlight entering the room, and squinted to scan the bright sun, "Indeed."

Song Linju didn't continue to explain, but asked, "Aren't you cold?"

Li Zhaozhuo stood at the vent of the air conditioner, the water droplets on his body were about to be blown dry.

The temperature of the air conditioner was turned on very low, let alone Li Zhaozhuo who was wet without a shirt on, even Song Linju who was wearing clothes felt a little chilly.

"Cold, of course it's cold, I was patronizing and talking to you just now."

Li Zhaozhuo seemed to have just reacted, grabbed the remote control on the bedside table to turn off the air conditioner, and turned a short-sleeved jacket from the closet to put it on.

Li Zhaozhuo got into his sleeves with both hands first, and before his head came out, he heard his joking voice, "By the way, Mr. Song, which subject are you in charge of teaching me?"

Song Linju's eyes fell on the desk that was piled up with tablets, computers, game controllers, and various charging cables, "All of them."

That's just right, even though he didn't want to make up such a ghost class at all, it's better for Song Linju to come to take it than others to take it.

"Teacher Song is really amazing."

His face emerged from his clothes, with a smile, it was the handsome appearance he had seen occasionally before.

It was unnatural to be called Mr. Song one by one by him, "Just call me Song Linju."

I used to make up lessons for others, and was called Teacher Song by a well-behaved elementary school student.

But this person in front of him can neither be called well-behaved, nor can he be called young.

Li Zhaozhuo acted as if he didn't hear it, "By the way, did Teacher Song eat?"

The words "Teacher Song" spit out from his mouth, always with an inexplicable smile.

"……ate."

Li Zhaozhuo picked up the air conditioner that was about to fall on the ground, shook it casually and spread it on the bed, "That may require Mr. Song to wait for me for a while, I'll go downstairs to have breakfast."

Originally, he was going to go out after taking a shower, but since the person who came today was Song Linju, he would give him face.

Song Linju's eyes stayed on the crooked quilt, "Okay."

Although he didn't say anything and just lowered his black eyes, Li Zhaozhuo could see a slight disgust.

Li Zhaozhuo: ...

Also, his room was a doghouse compared to his tidy room.

But Li Zhaozhuo didn't feel anything, he pulled the crumpled quilt, quickly rolled up the clothes that had grown on the floor and the chair, and stuffed them into the laundry basket, "Mr. Song, sit down whatever you want, I'll be right back. "

It's not that there are servants who don't clean the house, but that he doesn't allow those people to enter and leave his room at will.

After Li Zhaozhuo left, Song Linju stood in the room for a while.

The most eye-catching thing in the room is the overcrowded bookshelves, most of which are computer-related professional books, and the spines of some books are even a little damaged. It seems that Li Zhaozhuo is not as idle and carefree as he has shown.

Song Linju tidied up the messy things on the desk, freed up a small piece of the desk, pulled up a chair, and started doing the questions.

There is a wind pouring into the wide open window, raising the curtains, the wind is warm, and a trace of dryness can be vaguely glimpsed.

Li Zhaozhuo's words were really fast, and he probably came in with another chair in less than 10 minutes.

"Where does Mr. Song plan to start?"

Li Zhaozhuo, who was approaching, glanced at the exercise booklet that was filled with writing, thinking that this person is really serious, he has not been away for a long time, so he started to work on the problem.

Song Linju took out a stack of test papers from under the book with the pen in his hand, "Let's do a set of tests first."

Li Zhaozhuo: ...

Without further ado, do the paper first?He suddenly felt that he had something to go out again.

Li Zhaozhuo took it and flipped through it casually. The papers are all general subjects. I don't know how long it will take to do it.

Li Zhaozhuo had an ugly expression, as if what he handed over was not a test paper, but some kind of white poison that seeks money and kills.

Song Linju rarely comforted him, "If you don't write Chinese and English compositions, you can leave it blank if you don't know it. Don't look at the many papers, it's actually quite fast."

These papers were written by himself to find out the bottom line, and the questions were not too difficult.

"...Okay." Li Zhaozhuo felt a little reluctant.

He slowly put the neatly stacked computer tablets and other sundries on the shelf, and the desk was immediately empty.

After slapping a stack of papers on the empty table, he sat on the chair he moved and turned the papers over and over again. It took him a long time to pull out the Chinese papers.

It's just Chinese, just recognize characters, it shouldn't be too difficult, right?

Song Linju saw that Li Zhaozhuo took out the Chinese paper first, and reminded, "The Chinese needs to be finished within one and a half hours."

Li Zhaozhuo didn't take it seriously, an hour and a half?Heh, believe it or not, he can finish writing in half an hour.

His eyes fell on the first reading, and his hands groped on the table, wanting to feel for a pen to write the paper.

He touched the pen, but it seemed that he had touched something cool and soft. Because of the good touch, he rubbed it unconsciously twice.

A voice with ice in it came from the side, "Take a pen, the timer has started."

Li Zhaozhuo looked up.

Grass, Song Linju handed him a pen, and he directly wrapped his hand.

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The author has something to say:

Li Zhaozhuo: You can't blame me, can you?It's so hot, it's normal to want to touch something cool, right?

Song Linju: Heh, lsp

Opening Ceremony

Seeing that he was holding the pen, Song Linju immediately withdrew his hand, and his avoidance made Li Zhaozhuo feel that he was an LSP.

Li Zhaozhuo scratched his nose in embarrassment, he can't be blamed, can he?It's so hot, it's normal to want to touch something cool, right?And at that time he didn't know it was his hand.

Seeing Song Linju bowing his head to write the questions, Li Zhaozhuo also took off the pen cap to write and draw on the paper.

Most of the questions in the front are multiple-choice questions. Even if you don’t know how to do it, you can’t even get an answer. Classical Chinese translation is based on intuition.

But when it came to the short-answer questions on ancient poetry appreciation and text reading, Li Zhaozhuo felt a little bit like swearing. It was all about what and what, analyzing the attitude and image, and specifying what methods to use.

Grass……

Although Li Zhaozhuo's brain is a bit foggy, but in any case, we can't stop writing, just brush and brush, and fill in the paper with eloquence.

Li Zhaozhuo turned his wrist, "It's finished."

Song Linju looked up at the clock on the wall, it was less than an hour, somewhat unexpected, "It's pretty fast, let's take a rest."

Li Zhaozhuo was a little thirsty, he tilted his head and asked, "Does Teacher Song have anything to drink?"

Song Linju frowned while correcting the paper he had just finished, without raising his head, "It's fine to leave it cold."

Li Zhaozhuo went downstairs and got a bottle of iced Coke and a cold cup, and was about to go up, when the butler who floated out of nowhere stuffed him with a fruit plate full of satisfaction.

Inside are freshly peeled watermelon, cantaloupe, mango, peach, etc., as well as some grapes and strawberries.

I have to say that Xiao Song really has a way.

Not only was he not immediately kicked out as he had imagined, but he also got the young master to agree to make up lessons.

It seems that Xiao Song's salary must be mentioned, after all, it is very hard work to watch the young master study.

Song. It was very hard. Lin Juzheng took a sip of the water brought by Li Zhaozhuo and asked him to rest for a while before continuing to do the paper.

Li Zhaozhuo just went up and down the stairs like this, and he was dry again. After drinking a couple of Cokes, he habitually turned on the air conditioner.

Song Linju sat by the side of the desk, with his thin back facing the wind.

Li Zhaozhuo picked up his phone and swiped for a while, then he heard the person next to him sneezed, but he didn't care.

After swiping for a while, he called again.

Li Zhaozhuo looked up at Song Linju, and found that his pursed lips seemed a little white.

……No way?

He glanced at the working air conditioner, and then his eyes fell back on Song Linju, "Does Teacher Song feel cold?"

"A little bit." The clear voice was hoarse.

The air conditioner was turned on too low and was blowing right on him.

It's a bit nasal.

Li Zhaozhuo moved the stool back, leaned over and took the remote control thrown on the bed