[Comprehensive] Stepsister's Occupation

"Give me tutoring? But don't you also have to do homework or something..."

After I said this, I regretted it, I almost forgot, others spend 5 hours doing homework, Akashi only needs to spend a little of the time to finish the homework, and the rest of the time is playing basketball and practicing the piano, and from time to time he will follow The deacon played shogi.Sometimes I even feel that homework is just for him to pass the time.Or maybe he didn't want to embarrass the teacher, so he might as well complete the task he assigned.But no matter what, he just has a way to do everything so well, so beautifully, so perfectly.

Akashi picked up the black pen on the table and circled a few questions in the exercise book: "You don't have to worry about me."

His tone was firm, as if he would not allow me to refuse.

I really should worry more about myself. If I am not good, even if I am ridiculed, I have no capital to resist.And there is such a person in front of me who is willing to give me this capital.

Akashi handed the few questions he had completed in front of my eyes, and said to me: "Do these few questions first."

When I looked at the question, the layer-by-layer routine of the question and the complicated calculation method made me dizzy.

"It's so hard..." I couldn't help but say that.

"This is the normal level in Luoshan."

I can't help but wonder whether they Luoshan specially train mathematicians.So at this moment, I had to learn to adjust my mentality and comfort myself.

Unexpectedly, within a second of comforting myself, Akashi moved the alarm clock on my desk over, and said calmly, "One question, 5 minutes."

I was really stunned for three times, and said with begging eyes: "...can you give me more?"

With a decisive look in his eyes, he said, "No."

At this moment, I no longer doubted them Luoshan, but doubted life.

I held the pen up in the air, hesitating, and dared not drop it for a long time, for fear of dirtying any place in the answer box.Just reading the first half of a question took me a long time, and I remembered a sentence that someone said, people who are good at mathematics are perverts, and they were angels with broken wings in their previous lives!But this kind of thing cannot be generalized. After all, Akashi does not look abnormal, nor does he look like an angel with broken wings. After all, neither Hua Luogeng nor Chen Jingrun.

1 minute passed, I wrote a word...

2 minutes passed and I wrote a line...

3 minutes passed and I crossed out a line...

Until 5 minutes and 6 minutes passed, I managed to solve this problem.

I wanted to cry without tears, and looked at him wronged: "Brother, I don't know how to..." When doing difficult problems, I was calculating there with a clock, and I wondered if this was his latest ingenious method.

I said no, he was not surprised, more precisely, it was expected.If I could, he wouldn't have to sit here and teach me.He didn't speak, but moved his chair and sat closer to me.

He did this for the convenience of teaching me how to do the questions, but when his thighs were close to mine, the body temperature matched each other, and I was instantly overwhelmed with sensitivity, and suddenly felt a certain nerve twitching.

I was very uncomfortable, but not the uncomfortable kind of rejection, but the kind of uncomfortable that I didn't want to reject.I figured that if I moved back just a little bit, the discomfort would be eliminated.However, if I make such a move, it is clear that I am turning people's intentions into intentional, and the atmosphere will become strange.

So I didn't waver, took a deep breath, and tried my best to force my attention on the test questions.

But, this is really too difficult.My attention keeps getting distracted, shaken...how come his hands are so beautiful?Why are his fingers so beautiful?How come his handwriting is so beautiful...

It seems that everything related to him is very beautiful, and I even feel that the pen he holds is also a work of art.This is a disease, Manqiao!I kept saying this to myself, forcing myself to pull myself together.

"How is it? Do you understand?" Akashi turned his head to look at me, his rose-colored eyes were as soft as a stream.

I was listening, and I listened while distracted. I understood what was in front of me, but I didn’t quite understand what was behind.I pointed tremblingly at the third line: "Start from here, I don't quite understand..."

"This? This is very simple." His low voice was pleasant and intoxicating. While speaking, he moved a little closer to me, his thighs pressed closer, and his face moved closer.He was taller than me, and leaning against me like this made me feel inexplicably safe, and the familiar aura of him lingered in me, reminding me of that dream, the dream that made me feel so crazy.

"Then apply this formula." And when he was talking, he lowered his head slightly, his lips were getting closer to my face, and his warm breath sprayed on my face.Anyone who notices my hand will know how nervous I am at the moment.The thumbnail was firmly embedded in the pad of the index finger, and the knuckles turned white.

A girl in her youth, a girl who has never been in contact with the opposite sex before, this is the first time a girl who is so supported by the opposite sex.No one told me how love and love are connected in series, when they are connected, what kind of hormones surge up in an instant, so that I can't hear what others are saying or see clearly. The world, elusive own body temperature.I may be able to persuade myself like last time, but I can't guarantee that when I use the same statement to persuade myself next time, next time, I will still be able to firmly believe it.I don't dare to say exactly that I will believe in my own persuasion next time and next time, but I am sure that this feeling will appear many times next time.

Some people say that when the favorability for a person rises rapidly, no matter what method is used, it must be extinguished, and its viral growth rate must be suppressed.Because the favorability increases, sometimes it is not the rose, but the thorns under the rose.As long as you are wrong, you will be stabbed.

I didn't extinguish my soaring affection for Akashi, because I knew that no matter how powerful the rationality was, it would only fan the flames or be swallowed by the flames at this moment.

I can only force myself to shift my focus to the topic, to what he said.In this way, I learned many solutions and mastered many types of questions.At the end, my mind was completely focused on the questions, and I kept brushing the questions and brushing the questions within the time limited by him... I don't know how many questions I did, and how many 5 minutes passed.My speed of writing questions gradually slowed down, my eyes flickered and my head was dizzy.After a long time, he fell asleep during a small rest.

I didn't sleep very deeply, and my consciousness was still there.

I could feel someone gently plucking my hair and wrapping it behind my ears.He's smoothing my hair so lightly and gently that I'm like a cat being soothed now, obsessed with the feeling.Gradually, the gentle movements touched my face, and I changed to touching with fingertips and rubbing with fingertips.I really want to open my eyes and see what's going on, I want to see if this is a dream after all.But I couldn't open my eyes, I was trapped by the succubi, and the eyelids were too heavy to be my own.

Suddenly, the movement froze and stopped.As if aware of something wrong, aware of what should not be, under a kind of coercion and restraint, the fingers pulled away from the temperature of the touch.

I couldn't help frowning, such a sudden stop made me uncomfortable, and I couldn't bear the gentle and intimate feeling just now.But I couldn't tell whether it was a dream or reality, after all, it wasn't the first time I had this kind of dream.But I still can't open my eyes, even if everything is empty after waking up, I just want to see the real world.

Afterwards, I was picked up carefully and walked towards a certain direction. Then, I was gently put down, and my back touched a large piece of elastic softness.I know this is my own bed.

The quilt covered me like a piece of light, and all the actions of the other party were as light and slow as possible, for fear that something would accidentally be heavy and make a sound.

There was no movement for a long time, I thought time was frozen and the dream was spinning.But I didn't want to, after a while, my forehead suddenly felt a piece of ice cold...

The man left a light kiss on my forehead before leaving.

When I vaguely heard the sound of the lights being turned off and the door being closed, I knew it was over.Whether this is a dream or reality, he has already left.

The author has something to say: I can guarantee that the heroine is not dreaming this time.Then I entered the busy days again, the update time is really not a guarantee QAQ