Quick wear: I'm with my nemesis

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In an instant, Xie Zhuo's mouth was shut tighter than a clam shell.

He really didn't want to repeat that shameful thing.

Hiding all the resentment in his heart, Xie Zhuo was so angry that he hammered out of bed.

Your good days are coming to an end soon, wait for Lao Xie to come back!

Xie Zhuo was eager to see through, and finally waited for Father Xie who had returned from work in the evening.

Looking at his son who had regained some energy, Father Xie nodded: "It's fine, just be careful in the future."

Slandering in his heart that he doesn't care about people, Xie Zhuo pretended to cough and said weakly: "It's a pity that the class was delayed."

He smiled wryly, and looked extraordinarily pitiful against his pale face: "Maybe I'm not suitable for studying. I get a headache when I dream about those questions, and I tortured myself like this."

After all, he looked at Father Xie very sincerely: "Dad, why don't you change my teacher for me, isn't my state delaying Brother Ruan?"

"He is going to enter a prestigious university. I feel so sorry for wasting his time with me."

Ha, when the teacher changes, it's not a matter of his words whether to learn or not.

Xie Zhuo looked rather proudly at Ruan Xiucheng who didn't have a trace of strangeness behind Father Xie, forgive me no matter how rampant you are, you will fall into my hands.

"What nonsense!" Father Xie's face sank: "Who said you are not suitable for studying."

"Dad?" The smile on Xie Zhuo's face froze.

Father Xie took out the exercises that Xie Zhuo had done in the past two days from the briefcase that he had not put down in the future: "Xiu Cheng showed me, he said that you have good aptitude, as long as you study hard, you still have a chance. "

Xie Zhuo looked at Ruan Xiucheng dumbfounded, and slowly closed his mouth when there was a mockery in his eyes.

Cunning and cunning.

Obviously these four words do not match the young man in front of him, but at this moment Xie Zhuo can only think of these four words to describe him.

"I... am not as good as Brother Ruan said." The smile on Xie Zhuo's face became more forced: "I still think that we shouldn't delay him."

Father Xie looked at his son who suddenly became unconfident, and began to reflect on whether his method of teaching children in the past was too rough, which caused him to lose even this bit of self-confidence.

"You're fine." His voice became more serious, with some gratifying encouragement: "This is the first time I've heard from you that you want to study. It's good to have this heart!"

Xie Zhuo's smile froze completely, he seemed to be self-defeating.

"Don't worry, Xiucheng has planned all your future courses for me." Father Xie didn't notice his stiffness, and said to himself: "I think it's reasonable, you can follow this!"

After that, his cell phone rang and left in a hurry.

Xie Zhuo: "..."

He looked at his father's back and stretched out his hand hastily.

don't go!

"Ah Zhuo is so cute." Ruan Xiucheng's mocking voice sounded in the room, he approached the head of the bed, and pressed Xie Zhuo into the quilt.

Ruan Xiucheng pressed his forehead against his forehead, which had returned to normal temperature, and said softly, "Have a good dream, and continue to make up lessons from tomorrow."

"Don't worry, I will definitely teach Ah Zhuo well."

He turned off the lights in the room, covering the faint light in his eyes.

The door was closed, Xie Zhuo looked at the ceiling blankly, and muttered to himself: "I think I might not be able to have a good dream."

As long as he thinks that he will be in that dire and fiery environment next time, he is afraid that he will suffer from insomnia!

People who care too much about making up lessons ignore the strange intimacy from Ruan Xiucheng.