Since ancient times, schools have been like society, and the most indispensable thing in society is gangsters. However, the score line for the third middle school is not high in Yuncheng, but the gangster index hits new highs every year. This year is particularly outstanding, because Xu Zihang led a group of teenagers to sweep the first and second grades. , he never lost a fight, so it became a myth.
Once upon a time, there was a new and exquisite face in this group. Song Ye's joining seemed natural, and he even gradually became the most eye-catching presence in this group.
Tang Yixiao has always been an invisible person in the eyes of teachers and classmates. She never imagined that one day she would be able to interact with this mythical group and be a tutor.
"Everyone, sit down and do the questions." A group of teenagers and girls stared at each other. Finally, Xu Zihang noticed the girl's embarrassment and took the initiative to start work. Then he followed suit and took a seat, picked up the paper and started to do the questions.
Tang Yixiao stood aside, until all the teenagers took their seats one after another, then he swallowed nervously and whispered: "Everyone has finished, I will correct it. The questions that you don't understand will be explained later."
"Okay." The teenagers raised their heads and opened their mouths actively, showing their white teeth. "You still don't know what the little teacher's name is?"
"My name is Tang Yixiao. I am from Class 1, not a teacher." Tang Yixiao hunched his shoulders, blushed, and stuttered a bit when he spoke.
Although she has an average appearance and is thin, her shy personality like a little white rabbit can easily arouse boys' protective desire. Without exchanging a few words, some teenagers will be unable to keep their mouth shut, "Hey, hey, No matter how young you are, you are still a teacher, Teacher Tang, don’t be shy.”
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a loud bang, and a violent shudder hit the back of the boy's head. Xu Zihang retracted his hand and said with a straight face: "You are so slippery, I will fail the exam a hundred times later."
One hundred times... This number was like a boulder hanging above their heads. The young men pressed it down with their heads and began to write furiously.
Xu Zihang glanced at it and then handed the paper to Tang Yixiao.
After the latter took it, he was slightly stunned, so fast!
In just ten minutes, Xu Zihang's paper was already filled with answers, and the error rate was almost zero. She was so shocked that she looked up at him again, only to find that he had already taken out extracurricular books on other majors and was reading them. With the incandescent light down, the young man was sitting in the warmly decorated living room. His cold side face exuded a faint halo, beautiful and beautiful. clean.
Xu Zihang is famous first for his outstanding appearance, and then for the ferocity of his fists. His achievements are actually the part that no one cares about. But having been in the same class for three years, Tang Yixiao knew that he was excellent. In her eyes, Xu Zihang was a boy with no shortcomings.
Therefore, this kind of tutoring does not mean much to him. More often, he supervises the teenagers' studies and enjoys the time together as a group.
Song Ye took a long bath this time because she discovered an important problem.
Before in the Song family, she was abused by Lu Lan, and her face was sallow and skinny, so she only grew taller but not fat. But in recent months, her nutrition has kept up with her, and her height has reached a new height. Even her breasts have begun to add fat, and the momentum is very good. Swift and violent.
She stood in front of the bathroom mirror, stretched out her hand to press the area that was beginning to swell, and suddenly felt a headache. If she had known better, she shouldn't have drank so much milk in order to grow taller.
Finally, she found a bandage and wrapped it around the growing area.
Now, whether she is a night gang or a jade appraiser, her industry is still in the development stage, and being a male can bring more convenience.
After putting on a T-shirt, she walked to the old man's room in a clean outfit. For fear of disturbing the teenagers' tutoring, the old man chose to stay quietly in the room. When Song Ye knocked on the door and entered, he happened to see her put down her sewing work.
As soon as he saw Song Ye coming in, the old man immediately lifted the quilt and moved his legs to kneel on her.
"Old man, you can't move your legs yet, so you're welcome." Song Ye stepped forward to hold her down and touched her legs, "The hospital can't do anything right now, but there is a medicinal stone that may be useful. After a while, I’ll bring it to you to try.”
Even though he said words of concern, Song Ye's expression and tone were still cold and cold, without any emotion, which looked quite strange.
Hearing this, the old man was stunned for a moment, then grabbed her hand and held it tightly, "Thank you, baby. You have nothing to do with my wife and I, but you have helped us and our grandson several times. This kindness is so great." , my old lady will never be able to repay you in this life, thank you, thank you... "
The old man's eyes were moist, and he was mumbling thanks in his mouth. After a while, he noticed the stiffness in the girl's limbs.
In the palm of his hand, the old man's fingers were dry and old. They felt wrinkled and covered with thick calluses. They were not comfortable at all to hold. But this kind of touch was Song Ye's first experience in his two lifetimes. It was not like the care of a friend, but the love of an elder, with a heavy sense of growth rings, which shocked the soul.
No one expected that the cold-hearted Song Ye would feel turbulent because of such a small move.
Although there was no expression on her face, the old man still noticed her stiffness and unfamiliarity. Thinking of her situation of living alone, he raised his hand and touched her head with some distress. There were tears of love in the old man's eyes, " Song Ye, grandma knows you are a good boy."
Until she exited the room, Song Ye's expression was still a little dull. When passing by the living room, she passed a group of teenagers and sat alone in front of the floor-to-ceiling windowsill. She picked up the book and read for a long time. Only ten minutes passed, and not a single page of the book was turned over.
Her mind was filled with thoughts of the old man's old hands and his words about "good boy."
She has never had any relatives or affection, so she doesn't know how to react to this sudden warmth.
After sitting in silence for more than ten minutes, the sound of explaining the topic in the living room brought her back from her thoughts.
In the living room, Tang Yixiao's unskilled explanation and blushing expression made the teenagers feel more fresh, and they began to become uncontrollably active again.
"Teacher, the voice is too low, I can't hear you clearly."
"Teacher, your hands are shaking, calm down, haha..."
"teacher… "
The teenagers said "teacher" to the left and "teacher to the right", which made Tang Yixiao blush like a boiled shrimp and almost buried his head on the ground.
Although he knew that the teenagers had no ill intentions, Tang Yixiao was also timid and had no way of dealing with girls of this age who were already sensitive to the opposite sex.
In the middle of the fun, a cold voice suddenly came from the window, "Everyone will stand on their heads in the corner for ten minutes, execute immediately."