Quick wear: I'm with my nemesis

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"Ah Choo!" After sneezing, Xie Zhuo rubbed his nose and said dispensably, "Then it's up to you!"

It's better to have a cold, bedridden and no time to take care of me!

Xie Zhuo, who was forced to press in front of the desk, heard the extremely cold voice in his ear, and couldn't help cursing Ruan Xiucheng for his cold.

Suddenly, a cold iron ruler was pressed against the back of his neck threateningly.

Xie Zhuo was shocked: "What... what's wrong?"

Ruan Xiucheng looked down at the bristling hairs on the back of his neck, and said calmly, "Missed?"

"Don't dare!" He cursed secretly in his heart, this guy is a rat, Xie Zhuo listened to this guy's lecture with 12 energies.

I have to admit that Ruan Xiucheng is worthy of the name of a god of learning, and his lectures are simple and easy to understand.

Even Xie Zhuo, a scumbag with no background, can understand a lot.

After the two talked like this for half the night, Ruan Xiucheng threw another paper to Xie Zhuo.

Xie Zhuo was slightly relieved to see that it was obviously the question type mentioned by Ruan Xiucheng.

It's okay, I just listened carefully.

Otherwise, I'm afraid it will be another meal, and his poor ass may suffer.

After finally finishing the papers and sending Ruan Xiucheng, the god of plague, away, Xie Zhuo couldn't help but heaved a long sigh of relief.

Even when he first entered the school and was instructed by the master, he was not so nervous.

This bastard finally avenged the teaching of the year!

Xie Zhuo sneezed a few more times and fell on the bed, killing Ruan Xiucheng countless times in his sleep.

And Ruan Xiucheng's expression completely sank after returning to the room, he rubbed the center of his brows, the predatory and frightening look in his eyes no longer concealed.

In his eyes, the image of the boy lying on the ground with wet clothes and wiping the floor, and the image of the boy lying on his back with his back facing him appeared, sparks ignited in his eyes.

Xie Zhuo woke up the next morning feeling a little stuffy, cursed Ruan Xiucheng, the culprit in his heart, and then went downstairs listlessly.

"Morning." At this moment, Ruan Xiucheng was sitting next to his father who was rarely at home, greeting him with a smile.

"Morning." Xie Zhuo greeted feebly, and after finding the way to deal with this guy thoroughly, he no longer intends to die.

Father Xie looked at his listless appearance, and just as he was about to reprimand him, Ruan Xiucheng moved the milk in front of Xie Zhuo.

"I worked hard in class yesterday, eat more."

Father Xie closed his mouth and snorted softly.

It's just class, how hard it is.

When Xie Zhuo heard Ruan Xiucheng's words, he raised his eyes and gave him a hard look.

This fellow, actually has the nerve to say this!

Is it hard work in class or hard work in mopping the floor? Does this guy have no idea!

"Ah Choo!" He forced a smile, "Thank you."

For now, let's not bother with this guy.

The young man gulped down a glass of milk, leaving a milk mustache around his lips.

The next moment, the tip of the bright red tongue protruded from her lips, and quickly retracted after wiping away the evidence.

A glint of gloom flashed in Ruan Xiucheng's eyes, and he unconsciously thought of the dream from last night.

The boy who had the thorns pulled out and his belly was soft and exposed, looked at him earnestly with those beautiful eyes, begging him timidly.

He says……

Ruan Xiucheng closed his eyes suddenly, and said hoarsely: "It's getting late, we should go."

Listening to his hoarse voice, Xie Zhuo couldn't help showing a gloating smile.

what!

He wasn't the only one who caught a cold, and this guy didn't escape the virus either.

He's balanced!