Master Devil Don’t Kiss Me Chapter 538: Help him make up lessons 2
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A strand of fragments in front of An Chuxia's forehead dissipated, Han Qilu was dumbfounded, and finally recovered and walked over.
The desk is very large. An Chuxia moved the laptop aside and made a space for Han Qilu. Han Qilu walked over and sat down and said, "I didn't mean anything else just now. Don't be angry." /
When will the great devil Han Qilu take the initiative to apologize, a rare thing, even in the past, Han Qilu seldom put down his face. The anger in An Chuxia's heart had long since disappeared, but her facial expression was still stiff.
"Let’s talk about it first, why don’t you understand the language?" An Chuxia asked Han Qilu, but didn’t look at him, but lowered her head and reached out to turn over a few pages of Han Qilu’s language documents.
Chinese should be learned well by taking notes frequently, and Han Qilu’s new language documents are similar to those newly purchased. Except for the three big characters "Han Qilu" written on the first side, there is no more words written. !
Han Qilu didn't know what An Chuxia was thinking, but thought she was still angry, and sat a little to the left, closer to An Chuxia, almost counted how many eyelashes she has.
"Don't be angry, are you still angry?"
Hearing this sound, An Chuxia raised his head from the language document. As soon as he turned his head, he saw a face of Han Qilu magnified by N times. He was shocked, but he immediately calmed down. She leaned back a little bit, deviated from Han Qilu some distance, and asked with a calm expression on her face: "Are you not taking notes in class?"
"Huh?" A trace of confusion flashed across Han Qilu's face, and he turned to look at the language book on the table, only to realize that An Chuxia was asking about his textbook.
"How is it possible..." Han Qilu went on with a stiff mouth, "I wrote it all down in class notes."
God knows if he has made his class notes. He always took a lunch break in Chinese class!
"That's good, take your class notes." An Chuxia looked like a stern teacher, and Han Qilu couldn't help being amused by his stern look.
Seeing Han Qilu laughing inexplicably, An Chuxia asked uncomfortably: "What are you laughing at? I want you to get your class notes!"
Class notes?
The smile on Han Qilu's face stopped. Where could he conjure up a class notebook? But do you want to tell An Chuxia that he lied to her just now and that he never took Chinese notes at all? This is too shameful, absolutely not!
After thinking about it quickly, Han Qilu tilted his feet, and said with Erlang's legs tilted up and said: "Leave it at school. If you let me go to school to get it now, it's probably just in time for the evening peak. Then we won't have to go to participate again. It's dinner."
It seems that Jiang Yuanyuan still attaches great importance to this dinner, and indeed he can't get back his notes for a while, so An Chuxia had to give up.
"Well, then you can tell me where you usually lose points." An Chuxia said sternly.
When I asked this, the distance between the two people was close enough, and the soft air that An Chuxia spitted his heart when he spoke.
I really want to tell her that I remembered everything!
Han Qilu gritted his teeth, turned his head and said: "I don't know."
This guy really said that he turned his face when he turned his face. He was fine just now. Why did his face become somber all of a sudden? She didn't remember that she had offended his restlessness again.
If you don't know, don't know... An Chuxia sighed inwardly.
Actually, when she knew that Jiang Yuanyuan wanted her to help Han Qilu make up lessons, although her face did not show any joy, it did not prevent her from letting Han Qilu in.
It made her feel that she was hopeless.
An Chuxia took a deep breath and put aside the complicated emotions and said, "Then what is your average score on the composition test?"
An Chuxia's question, he will still answer, although the mood suddenly becomes bad because of thinking of Xiang Mankui's trouble.
"What was the composition of the last time,'I learned chacha from others.'" Han Qilu had an unbelievable expression on his face: "Does this master need to learn from others?"
An Chuxia's mouth twitched a few times unconsciously, and here again, this narcissistic and arrogant Qilu master!
"And then?" She suppressed her urge to punch Han Qilu and asked in a soft voice.
"Then I didn't write." Han Qilu raised his eyelids and said proudly: "After the exam, I went to find the teacher who asked the question. The teacher promised me that I will never It’s time to come up with such a problem that damages my young master’s identity."
Han Qilu's memory should have been before she came to Han's house. In other words, he thought that the topic was not pleasing to the eye and didn't write the essay at all, so he went directly to the teacher and asked him not to write this topic again.
This is really something Han Qilu can do.
An Chuxia gritted her teeth and thought, if she is blind or something, she will like this young master!
"Why don't you speak?" Han Qilu looked at An Chuxia's face green and white, and asked in confusion, "Are you uncomfortable?"
"I'm very comfortable." An Chuxia calmed down the rush of emotions, and turned the Chinese book to the classical Chinese part: "The composition still depends on the usual accumulation. I can't teach you anything. Remember to stop writing in the future. You can get a lot of points for writing. I will teach you classical Chinese."
"Classical Chinese?" Han Qi recorded it and waved his hand again and again: "When I say this, I get sleepy and change to something else."
The subsequent development of things completely violated An Chuxia's original intention.
"Ah--it hurts--!" A roar came from the room.
An Chuxia reached out and lifted off one of Han Qilu's legs with Erlang's leg, and Han Qilu fell to the ground at once. Han Qilu couldn't tell when the sky was dim and the earth was dark, An Chuxia had already pulled him up, and asked with a cold face, "Do you not learn?"
Sure enough, he is indeed the woman he is fond of, and she is so cute even when she is angry, Han Qilu is very proud of his eyes.
"Ask you, learn or not..." An Chuxia didn't know what Han Qilu was thinking, only that this guy was afraid that he would eat hard but not soft. If it becomes soft the first time, he will never be hard again. Can't get up...
"Study, of course!" Han Qilu immediately changed into a vigorous look: "My young master's favorite is classical Chinese, and it happens to cultivate his sentiment!"
An Chuxia rolled her eyes: "Learning this can't mold your sentiment. Sit down!"
Han Qilu had to walk over and sit down while rubbing his painful part. Now he didn't dare to cross his legs anymore.
"First of all, we need to understand a few common classical Chinese function words." An Chuxia said in a methodical manner, but Han Qilu was not so interested in listening to what classical Chinese function words she said. He just looked at An Chuxia's pink lips. Zhang Yihe.
"Okay, let's understand these few classical Chinese function words first, and now let's use them." An Chuxia put the draft paper aside, took the Chinese textbook, and turned to a classical Chinese article, pointing to a "and" Asked: "Look, what is the usage of this'and'?"
Han Qilu came back to his senses and followed the place where An Chuxia's pen pointed.
A Chinese character doesn’t look like that character for a long time. Han Qilu looked at it for a long time, then turned his head and looked at An Chuxia questioningly and asked: "This character is ‘and’?"
She really wants to chop Han Qilu into French fries and dip it in ketchup in minutes!
"Can you be more serious?" There was some anger in her eyes.
Just now, she introduced him to the usage of a few commonly used function words very seriously. This guy seems to be listening very seriously. He has been watching her talking intently, but how can he make his answer not serious? Up?
"Good, good, serious." Han Qilu's face showed helplessness: "This "and" means..."and..."
"It's a turning point!" Seeing that Han Qilu didn't say a word for a long time, An Chuxia felt anxious, and he reached out and patted the table: "The one I'm looking for is the simplest one. Didn't you have it? Listen to me tell you?"
Because of anxiety, An Chuxia’s face showed two blushes. She noticed that Han Qilu was looking at her scorchingly. She only felt that her whole body was weird, so she hurriedly nodded her head and didn’t look at Han Qilu. Angrily said: "I'm talking to you, did you hear me?!"
"I heard." The corners of Han Qilu's mouth curled, revealing white teeth.
This smile is innocent and innocent, An Chuxia turned her face back and glanced at him, but she couldn't get angry again: "Forget it, I'll tell you again, this time only the usage of the word'and'. You have to listen carefully to me."
Listening to this, Han Qilu nodded repeatedly: "I must listen carefully!"
If you remember, it's another matter of course!
Even if she only explained the use of the word "and", it really took a lot of her saliva. Finally, after she finished speaking, An Chuxia gave a light cough and cleared her throat, which she felt was a little dry. When she watched Han Qilu again, she realized that this guy had fallen asleep directly on the table!
No wonder why she feels so quiet!
"Hey, Han Qilu, get me up!" An Chuxia frowned and stretched out her hand to push Han Qilu. At that time, Han Qilu was sleeping with one hand on his head. An Chuxia's push made him unstable. Just fall back.
As a result, when he found himself falling backward, he subconsciously reached out and grabbed An Chuxia's arm. An Chuxia only felt her arm tighten, and then she pulled her to the right with a force. She wanted to reach out and grab the table, but it was too late.
With a moment of turning around and a dull sound, she fell gorgeously on Han Qilu's body, and Han Qilu directly landed on the back of her head, but An Chuxia felt it, and he subconsciously hugged himself tightly.
That's protecting her from falling pain...
"You..." An Chuxia's eyes stared like Tongling. Can she understand that Han Qilu still cares about her?
An Chuxia was condescending, and after the tossing just now, her hair was scattered, and a few strands of hair still fell on Han Qilu's nose.