Ying Shao is a Girl

After finally explaining all the questions to him, and analyzing the reasons for his mistakes, Ying Junchu explained all the methods for those who could solve more than one problem, letting him see which method was suitable for him.

Ying Junchu suspected that all his patience was wasted on Ling Yiche.

If she hadn't told him, she probably wouldn't have been able to bear it for half a minute.

Just like teaching children.

"Do you understand?" Ying Junchu looked directly at him, as if she would do something inhumane if he didn't understand her next second.

"got it……"

Ling Yiche nodded slightly.

It's one thing to understand, it's another thing to be able to do it.

Although it is very simple to explain it at first, it is still difficult for him to do it himself.

But he really felt that Chuchu could teach better than the math teacher in his class, his ideas were clearer, his methods were flexible, and it was much easier to understand.

"Now that you understand..."

"Then during the next consultation, you will take a math test of 120 for now..." Ying Junchu paused and thought for a moment.

"Forget it, let's get a hundred and three in the exam."

One hundred and two is not enough, one hundred and three is barely enough.

"..."

He felt like Ying Junchu was joking, but he really couldn't pass that many tests.

In the three years of high school, he never got above 120 in mathematics. He has always been relatively stable, stable at the passing level.

There is no way, Ling Yiche is also helpless. Other subjects are relatively easy to learn, but mathematics may not be naturally compatible with him.

Spending a lot of time and energy on mathematics still yields little results.

When Ying Jun saw his embarrassed look for the first time, he actually found it a little funny.

"You can take as many tests as you can, and what I just said doesn't count."

"The college entrance examination is still half a year away. Don't be in a hurry. Study slowly and you will learn well."

Ying Junchu, who cherished words like gold, actually said a lot of words of comfort and encouragement to him.

Although her face still had a cold expression, Ling Yiche clearly felt a warmth.

"Well, I will, thank you Chuchu."

The young man smiled brightly, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised in a beautiful curve, and his eyebrows and eyes were curved, as if they were hiding the bright moon in the sky.

"..."

There was a snap.

The pen in Ying Junchu's hand suddenly fell to the ground.

The feeling of dizziness and tingling was overwhelming.

Ling Yiche quickly noticed something was wrong with her.

"Chuchu..." The young man called her softly with a gentle voice.

Ying Junchu ignored him. She lowered her head and could not clearly see the expression on her face.

Ling Yiche's expression condensed slightly, it was exactly one month today.

He half-knelt on the ground, his clear eyes full of worry, and asked her softly, "Chuchu, are you feeling uncomfortable?"

"..."

Ying Junchu's pupils were half ink and half red. The warm orange light fell on her deep and narrow eyes, flowing with coquettish and magnificent colors.

Within a few minutes, her consciousness gradually faded away, much faster than the last time.

Ling Yiche didn't hesitate and quickly unbuttoned the top three buttons of his clothes.

Revealing her fair and slender neck and faintly visible delicate butterfly collarbones.

"Chuchu...it won't feel uncomfortable after a while."

The young man's voice was gentle, coaxing her extremely gently.

He took the initiative to move closer, still half-kneeling on the ground.

A hint of fishy sweetness swept over him, and then slowly spread.

Ying Jun was completely unconscious at first, and his deep and narrow eyes had completely turned red, like peach blossoms blooming to the extreme, with a bloodthirsty coldness.

Numbness and pain intertwined, and the young man's eyes were slightly narrowed. His wet eyes were filled with mist and water, and warm orange lights fell in his eyes like stars in the sky. The corners of his eyes were slightly red, and his face was pale.

His voice was still gentle, calling her softly, "Chuchu..."