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Pseudo-poor school bully x Fake rich second-generation dude 4

After about ten minutes, Leng Yuan sent him a WeChat message: "It's here."

Bai Xinghe: "I'll go down right away, wait for me."

Leng Yuan was standing just outside the gate, tall and thin, dressed in black, with an expressionless face, and looked at Bai Xinghe through the iron gate—it was indeed cooling down outside, and Bai Xinghe who was coming was wearing She took off her pajamas and slippers, shivering from the wind.

Leng Yuan's eyes slid from his bare arms to his face, wondering what she was thinking.

Bai Xinghe lowered his head and opened the door, joking that Leng Yuan looks great in less clothes.

Leng Yuan didn't respond to him, went in and changed her shoes, and looked around the living room: "Is your father not here?"

Bai Xinghe: "No, he doesn't come home often."

He lives in a small villa near the school. He is usually alone at home. Bai's father comes back to visit him occasionally. The rest of the time he lives in the neighborhood around the company. Other relatives of the Bai family don't walk around with him. They only meet during the Chinese New Year. upper side.Bai Xinghe is used to living alone, so he doesn't feel deserted at home.

"Didn't you want him to check the tutor?"

"Don't worry," Bai Xinghe poured a paper cup of water and handed it to him, "Come to my room, the study is too messy."

Leng Yuan raised her eyebrows and stopped talking.

Bai Xinghe's room was not very tidy either. There was a large stack of discs or something on the table, the computer was turned on, and the webpage read "Encyclopedia of Chinese Knowledge Points for High School", and the bed was not made properly. A big plush doll fell to the ground, and he didn't feel ashamed at all to see the guests. He casually picked up the doll and threw it on the bed, and went straight to the topic: "Xueba, help me, why is my memorization efficiency so low?"

He seemed determined to study hard.

Leng Yuan was quite surprised, she opened her chair and sat down and said, "Recite it to me first."

Bai Xinghe memorized half of "Pipa Xing", but stumbled on the other half.

While reciting the poem, Leng Yuan kept staring at him. Originally, Bai Xinghe wasn't very nervous, but when he was met by that sword-browed and star-eyed face, he felt embarrassed all of a sudden.

"Suddenly I heard the sound of a pipa on the water, the master forgot to return and the guest didn't send... Uh, don't look at me like that."

"I don't look at who you look at?"

"But you disturbed me."

"..."

Leng Yuan's expression froze for a moment, then she turned her face away to look at the doll on the bed: "Don't read the book secretly."

When he recited "Suddenly dreaming about youth in the middle of the night, only dreaming about idlers not dreaming about the king", Bai Xinghe got stuck, faltered for a long time and said in frustration, "Oh, I can't recite it anymore, my memory is so bad."

Only then did Leng Yuan turn her head, with a strange expression on her face: "I recited it wrong, 'Only Dreaming of Idlers, Not Dreaming of You' is Yuan Zhen's poem."

"Really? I forgot, the two sentences go together very smoothly."

"You deliberately?"

"Ah? No."

Bai Xinghe didn't understand why Xueba thought that he had recited mistakes on purpose, probably because he thought that this poem was so simple that it was impossible not to recite it.In fact, he has been away from school for many years, and he has completely forgotten all his high school knowledge, and he is learning from scratch. The efficiency is really not high and it is easy to confuse.

Leng Yuan opened his book, and Bai Xinghe's language books were as clean as his little boy's face, only the lesson "Pipa Xing" that he reviewed recently had sporadic annotations and notes, and the handwriting was wild and unrestrained, and it could be seen that the owner of the words wrote it Sometimes the mood is very irritable.

Leng Yuan circled a few words in his book, and added a few new lines of notes: "It will be easier for you to memorize this poem after you have translated it. Pay attention to these words. The meaning of the explanation is often tested in the exam. You will Finish this first, and we will review from the first book tomorrow."

As soon as Bai Xinghe saw the note, his focus suddenly shifted: "Your handwriting is so beautiful."

Leng Yuan was helpless: "...Hurry up and translate, I'll give you 10 minutes."

So Bai Xinghe held the book and buried himself in the desk.

Sitting beside him, Leng Yuan was in a delicate mood when she saw the white neck exposed when she lowered her head from the hand holding the pen.

The bully was distracted, but the scumbag was very serious. Bai Xinghe scribbled for 10 minutes, and handed over his translation to Leng Yuan before the alarm clock rang.

Leng Yuan regained consciousness without a trace, took the notebook calmly, and read the ten lines at a glance: "The basic meaning is correct, so I should be able to memorize this poem now."

Bai Xinghe complained: "How can it be so fast."

"Start with 'Late Night Sudden Dreams of Youth'," Leng Yuan confiscated his Chinese documents without any explanation, "don't waste time."

Bai Xinghe was still stuttering at the back, but this time Xueba reminded him from time to time, and managed to read the poem to the end.

Leng Yuan was not happy: "It's hard to say."

He was very wronged: "Shouldn't you encourage me? You usually do the same as a tutor?"

Xueba is ruthless: "I only treat you like this."

"Humph."

"Go on, read it well and recite a paragraph to me."

After reciting this poem over and over for two hours, Bai Xinghe finally stuffed the lines into his mind. After he finished reciting the last line, he carefully looked at the bully beside him, like a prisoner waiting for the emperor to make a decision. Seconds later, Leng Yuan said "It's ok" without raising her eyelids, and he breathed a long sigh of relief: "I'm so tired."

It was already 09:30 in the evening, and it was time for get out of class to end.

Leng Yuan: "I should go."

Bai Xinghe made tea on the table respectfully: "Teacher, leave after drinking the tea?"

"No."

Leng Yuan had already walked to the door of the room.

Bai Xinghe chased him downstairs: "It's getting late, how about I ask the driver to take you home?"

Leng Yuan: "No need."

"Oh, then you pay attention to safety."

Leng Yuan ordered a few words of serious study at the door, and then made a surprise inspection: "What's the next sentence of 'Late at night suddenly dreaming of youth'?"

Bai Xinghe was caught off guard: "Next, next sentence...'Meng Cry, makeup and tears are red and dry'?"

"'Only dreaming idle people don't dream about king'," Leng Yuan suddenly smiled for some reason, "Who are you going to dream about?"

Leng Yuan's brows and eyes are sharp and sharp, and she usually gives people the impression of being unapproachable and cold, but she never expected that she would be so gentle when she smiles.Bai Xinghe also felt better, talking nonsense: "Of course I want to dream of you—who doesn't like to dream of Xueba, let Xueba give me the strength to be the first in the exam, oh no, No.2 ?”

Leng Yuan turned her face away: "I'm leaving."

Bai Xinghe said "goodbye", originally the two should say goodbye, he couldn't help but look at Leng Yuan a few more times, standing at the door and staring at the back of her leaving, as if he was reluctant to part.What he thinks is that the character Leng Yuan has the temperament of the task target, and it is completely in line with the type he likes...

Late at night suddenly dreaming about juvenile matter?

The current scene was indeed like a dream that he felt lost.

"Cold kite!"

He suddenly called out to stop the boy under the street lamp, and he also chased after him.

Leng Yuan looked at Bai Xinghe in astonishment: "What's wrong?"

"Do you have a girlfriend?" he asked.

Leng Yuan was taken aback: "...No."

Bai Xinghe then asked: "Where's your boyfriend?"

"No," Leng Yuan stared at him, "Why are you asking this?"

"It's nothing." Bai Xinghe smiled, "I'm going home, see you tomorrow!"

Leng Yuan watched the young man run away, feeling very confused.

this fool.

He thought, why did Bai Xinghe Fei find an excuse to be alone with him like a tutor after such a big battle, but kept a distance from him at school and stayed with Yan Lu all day long?

It's hard to guess the mind of the scumbag.

The door of Bai's house was closed.Leng Yuan paced away, and a Rolls-Royce headed towards this direction, and the headlights of the distant car shone directly into his eyes.

He squinted his eyes and stood on the side of the road to avoid the light, but the car stopped suddenly.

The window of the passenger seat was lowered, and there was a somewhat familiar middle-aged man.

He didn't know why, but the man asked him strangely: "What's your name?"

Leng Yuan remembered who this person was, she had seen it on the financial channel, the richest man in Wancheng, Bai Xinghe's father.

"Hello, Uncle," he said, "I'm Bai Xinghe's classmate Leng Yuan, and I was entrusted by him to tutor tonight."

The man looked at his face, and said after a while, "Please, go home early. Do you want me to ask the driver to take you?"

"No thanks."

Leng Yuan was taken aback by him, so she bypassed the car and left.

Bai Xinghe didn't know anything about it, he was silently writing an ancient poem when his father entered the door, so he didn't notice it.

"Is Leng Yuan your classmate?"

It wasn't until he heard this question that he realized that his father had returned.

"Dad, why did you come home tonight?"

Father Bai's expression was gloomy, and he was even a little impatient: "I'm asking you, is Leng Yuan your classmate? What does his family do, and who are his parents?"

Father had never been so bored with him...

And why did you suddenly bring up Leng Yuan?

Bai Xinghe was stunned for a while before he said: "...that's right, what's wrong."

He thought for a while: "Leng Yuan's family... I don't know, his parents are ordinary workers, I heard that his family is not well off, and he has many younger brothers and sisters."

Father Bai looked at him coldly for a few seconds, then left the bedroom without saying a word.

He was terrified and suspected that he was not far from being kicked out to sweep the streets.