The Big Villain Asked Me to Save Him When I Was Reborn

The New Year's Day party was a lot of trouble. Several older sisters headed by He Zilu were all taken to the public security organs for investigation.

Coincidentally, He Zilu had just grown up in the first two weeks and was already a person with civil capacity.

Therefore, as long as Jiang Yu and the other girls who have been bullied insist on pursuing them, she will definitely not end well.

The He's family turned around, threatened and lured, trying to get the girls in the school to abandon the accusation against He Zilu.

However, the direct consequence of this is that it didn't take long for the He family to be on the verge of bankruptcy under Xie Yuan's capital means.

Everyone has to pay for what he did wrong.

After the party, the senior management of Yuxi Middle School also began to rectify internally and crack down on campus violence. Qin Fei of the Ministry of Culture and Entertainment and a group of teachers who turned a blind eye to bullying were forced to leave their jobs and left the question of teacher style and morality on their resumes. Bad discipline.

The school atmosphere does get better day by day, even the comparison between students is much less.

Near the end of the term, Qiu Li always took Jiang Yu to the library to review.

To urge her to study, Jiang Yu originally thought Qiuli was just playing Jiang Manyi casually, but he didn't expect that he was actually playing for real.

During this time, he didn't even let her go to the dance studio. As long as he had time, he would stare at her to review her homework.

Quiet dusk, quiet library, warm winter sun shines in from the French windows.

Jiang Yu was absent-mindedly lying on the table, with a math workbook spread out in front of him.

She sometimes uses her mobile phone to watch the teaching videos of ballet movements, and sometimes uses the tip of a pen to tap the melody on the table.

The opposite Qiu Li looked up at her.

The white headphone cord was hidden in her soft hair, and the sun hung around her face like a tulle, her skin seemed to glow, she closed her eyes, her eyelashes curled up, slightly trembling...

She seemed to have been in another world. Following Tchaikovsky's "Swan Lake", her soul seemed to be dancing.

The beauty is a bit unreal.

Just like this world that is extremely unreal for him.

Qiu Li couldn't help but stretched out her hand, and her fingertips touched her skin that could be broken by a bomb.

Jiang Yu opened his eyes sensitively: "What are you doing?"

Qiuli bent her index finger and tapped her forehead accordingly: "Be serious."

Jiang Yu nodded obediently: "Oh."

She picked up the pen and began to draw parabolic calculation math problems on the draft paper seriously, scratching her head for a long time, and only doing a few multiple-choice questions.

Qiu Li's test paper is about to end, Jiang Yu is still smashing on the multiple-choice questions, and his hair is almost bald.

He simply pulled over Jiang Yu's exercise book, checked it, and crossed her answer with a red pen: "Wrong, this is also wrong, this is also wrong, you can do the simplest set of questions. will not?"

Jiang Yu looked at his exercise book full of red crosses, lay down on the table discouragedly, and sighed, "It's really hard to learn."

Qiuli sat next to her, took the draft paper in front of her, and said, "I'll tell you."

"I don't understand what you have said." Jiang Yu frowned and mumbled: "I am not learning material, so difficult, so difficult, I should be a ballerina, and people must find what they are good at. You will succeed if you do it..."

Qiu Li drew a parabola on the paper and said blankly: "If you can get your grades up and get admitted to a key university, then you can become a schoolmaster among ballet dancers."

"Is this... any good?" Jiang Yu asked curiously.

Qiu Li thought for a while and said, "It will be cool."

Jiang Yu:...

For the next hour, Qiu Li was carefully explaining math problems to Jiang Yu.

His voice is no longer as cold as it used to be, but rather gentle, a bit like the warm sunshine in winter, which makes people feel warm and comfortable.

In the past, Jiang Yu thought that Qiu Li was a particularly impatient man. If he didn't say a few words, he would ignore people if he was angry.

But at this moment, he was very patient when explaining the math problems to her.

Over and over again, I don't know how to say it again.

Several multiple-choice questions took an entire hour and finally made her understand.

So he gave her a few inference questions for her to do.

Jiang Yu held the pen, looked at the subject, blinked and blinked, with a dazed expression on his face.

"This question, from the previous question, just changed the value!" He couldn't hold it up even if he had the best patience: "You can solve it as you please!"

"Where is the value changed? The question is clearly asking how long it takes Xiaohong to get home. This question asks how long it takes Xiaoming to go to school!"

Jiang Yu frowned: "But why should I count the time they go home and school! What does this have to do with me?"

Qiu Li rubbed his forehead, feeling that the whole world was going to be bad.

This girl, I guess... it's really not a piece of learning.

"Forget it." Qiu Li closed the workbook and retracted the draft paper: "It's good if you are happy."

Jiang Yu was also very discouraged. He glanced at him and said sadly, "Are you disappointed?"

"No, I won't be disappointed in you."

"Then what are you doing with this expression." Jiang Yu felt that he underestimated himself: "Your mind is very good, but you don't know how to dance ballet..."

"You are very sensitive." Qiu Li smiled lightly and put his head on her thin shoulders: "I don't think you are bad, but I feel a little tired."

"Is this tired? Then you are not in good health."

"Well, it's like being hollowed out."

"Is this hollowed out?"

"It was hollowed out by you."

"..."

Jiang Yu didn't bother to pay attention to him, picked up his pen, and seriously began to calculate the problem he just said on the draft paper.

Qiu Li looked at her frowning seriously, and said: "If you don't like it, you don't have to force it. I don't necessarily have to be a schoolgirl girlfriend who was delayed by ballet."

"No." Jiang Yu said stubbornly: "With you, I always look like a fool."

"What's wrong with being a fool."

"Not good." She glanced at him: "You are so smart, if I am too stupid, I will be deceived by you."

Qiu Li smiled at the corners of his mouth: "What am I lie to you? To lie to you or to lie to your heart."

"All lied."

"It's good to be so easy to fool."

Qiu Li stretched her waist and looked at the girl beside her, beautifully like a fairy tale castle treasured in a crystal bottle.

There was an uncontrollable impulse in his heart, but at the same time, there was some kind of wonderful pity and reluctance, so he suppressed it and endured it with all his strength...

"Qiu Li."

"Ok?"

Jiang Yu turned his head and found that his dark eyes were staring at him, and he didn't know how long he watched.

"I want to ask you, you told me about your mother before, and then tell me more about it?"

Qiu Li took her exercise book and began to check the title for her: "Why do you want to know?"

"I want to know you better."

Qiu Li did not refuse her initiative to approach, but rather wanted her to understand herself, so she said: "When I was very young, she divorced that man. I have no memory of her. I only remember that she is very beautiful, as if she was a man. A university professor."

"No wonder." Jiang Yu said thoughtfully: "My parents are both Kochi. No wonder you were so smart. It can be seen that genes... really can be inherited."

However, as soon as the voice fell, Qiuli's face became cold.

Jiang Yu suddenly remembered that his father was a crazy psychoanalyst who had done many terrible things.

She shifted the subject and asked, "Do you know where mom is now?"

"North City University." Qiu Li said calmly: "She is a professor of North City University and a Changjiang Scholar. I have seen her on the cultural forum on TV, and she looks like...the same as I remembered when I was a child, it hasn't changed."

"Yangtze River Scholar! God, that's amazing!"

"Yes." Qiu Li showed a rare gentleness: "Mom is a very powerful person. I want to wait until I get better before I go to see her. At least I must be admitted to the best university."

"Isn't that the North City University?"

"Well, maybe I can surprise her."

Jiang Yu looked at the unconsciously raised smile at the corner of his mouth, and gradually understood that in Qiuli's heart, his mother was really a very important existence.

He wanted to see her in the best appearance and make her proud of herself.

Jiang Yu also felt warm in his heart, and sat closer with him, reached out and rubbed his sturdy hair, rubbing it in a mess: "Our boyfriend is really ambitious, I can't justify it if I study hard. Up."

As she approached, Qiu Li’s five senses began to magnify again, smelling her body scent, feeling her touch to herself, even her body temperature close at hand...

Just when he wanted to wrap her around her gently, Jiang Yu withdrew his hand, lay his arms on the table and began to start the question seriously--

"Then I can't fall behind, I also want to take the same university as my boyfriend.

Qiu Li looked at her thin figure, the desire surging in her heart surged again and again, and was suppressed again and again.

For a long time, his Adam's apple rolled, swallowed, and then sat beside her with restraint and said, "No, ask my boyfriend."