While this made Ji Zhiyao feel relieved, he couldn't help feeling a little swollen.
In such a short period of time, the apprentice's operation has been improved. Doesn't it mean that he is teaching well
Ji Zhiyao hadn't been complacent for a long time, he raised his eyes from the daze, and found that the little apprentice who was taught well in his heart was beaten to death by the blue buff.
Ji Zhiyao: ...
The flag and so on are all fake.
He threw away all those messy thoughts and concentrated on teaching his young apprentice to play wild.
A few more innings were played, and it was almost nine o'clock. Ji Zhiyao directly sent a WeChat voice message to the little apprentice, "It's getting late, children have to go to bed early to grow taller. You can learn when you have time, okay?"
What surprised Ji Zhiyao was that although the apprentice was young, he was very obedient, and he didn't mean to be addicted to the game at all, so he simply replied: "Okay, good night, master."
Ji Zhiyao's love for his little apprentice inevitably grew a little bit more.
It can be next second.
"By the way, master, I'm close to 1.8 meters just after I turned fourteen, so I shouldn't need to worry about growing taller."
Ji Zhiyao, who is only 1.83 meters tall at the age of eighteen: ...
So angry.
He rolled his eyes at the phone and didn't reply. Exit WeChat directly, put the computer on standby, and prepare to go out to find something to eat.
Although he ate late in the afternoon, he was hungry now.
Going downstairs, the ginger light in the hall is very dim, only two small lights are turned on in the living room. Ji Zhiyao deliberately detoured past the entrance, and saw only his and Ji Qingge's shoes on the ground.
—The parents haven't come back yet, it seems that they are on duty again.
Ji Zhiyao turned a corner and entered the restaurant.
There was nothing to eat on the table, but he found a plate of warm instant dumplings in the rice cooker, which was obviously left by Ji Qingge when he was eating dinner.
Ji Zhiyao squeezed a dumpling and threw it into his mouth. While the aroma of celery and pork spread in his mouth, he raised his head and squinted at the faint light in Ji Qingge's room on the second floor through the crack of the door.
Ten minutes later, he opened the door.
Ji Qingge was lying at the desk writing vigorously, with a small lamp above her head. When she heard the sound of the door opening, she didn't look back, and only said: "I won't eat when the time comes, and you didn't hear me when I knocked on your door. You have to be hungry to go out. —Have you eaten yet?"
"Eat." Ji Zhiyao gently put the hot milk in his hand on her desk, seemingly disgusted, "Why are you so talkative, you won't be able to get married like this again."
"Stop talking about me."
Ji Qingge rolled her eyes at the ceiling in disdain, picked up the milk and drank it down, then put on a milk mustache and said: "I just browsed your Weibo when I was free and did a simple calculation, and I invite you out The ratio of comments about being a closet and being a boyfriend is about 7:3. From this point of view, it doesn’t matter whether I get married or not, but you can get married anyway.”
"Ji Qingge, you are poisonous."
Ji Zhiyao skillfully picked up the collar of her pajamas, and then saw clearly the book she was reading through the gap, with a wicked smile, "Student Ji Qingge, I sincerely wish you fail every time in chemistry in the last semester of senior year."
Ji Qingge struggled desperately, like a cat with blown fur, "Don't fart, I can memorize the chemistry book soon, how could I fail! Get the hell out of here! I'll save another dumpling for you next time." I call you Papa!"
Ji Zhiyao curled his lips, and as soon as he let go, Ji Qingge squatted back on the chair, turned his head and glared at him.
Ji Zhiyao shrugged indifferently, picked up the empty milk cup and went out.