Chapter 538: Help him make up lessons 2

The strands in front of An Chuxia's forehead dispersed, Han Qilu was dumbfounded, and finally came to his senses and walked over.
The desk was huge. An Chuxia moved the laptop aside to make room for Han Qilu. Han Qilu walked over and sat down and said, "I really didn't mean anything, don't be angry."
The great devil Han Qilu would take the initiative to apologize when, a rare thing, even before 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. Instead, she lowered her head and reached out to turn over a few pages of Han Qilu's language documents.
The language should be learned well by taking notes frequently, and Han Qilu's new language books are like new ones. Except for the three big characters of "Han Qilu" written on the first page, 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 bit to the left, closer to An Chuxia, almost counted how many eyelashes she had.
"Don't be angry, are you still angry?"
Hearing this voice, An Chuxia raised his head from the language document, and as soon as he turned his head, he saw a face of Han Qilu magnified by N times. He was startled, but immediately calmed down. She leaned back a little bit, deviated from Han Qilu some distance, and asked with a calm expression on her face: "Don't you take 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 could it be..." Han Qilu continued 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 with 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 foot and said with Erlang's legs tilted: "Leave it at school. If you let me go to school to get it now, it is probably just in time for the evening peak. Then we won't have to go to the dinner party again. "
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.
"Okay, then you can tell me where you usually lose points." An Chuxia said sternly.
When asked this, the two people were close enough, and the soft air that An Chuxia squirted when he was speaking moved his heart.
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 and turned his face. He was fine just now. Why did his face become gloomy again? She didn't remember that she had offended his restlessness again.
If you don't know, don't know... An Chuxia sighed inwardly.
In fact, 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.
This 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?"
He would still answer An Chuxia's questions, although his mood suddenly became bad when he remembered Xiang Mankui's trouble.
"What was the last composition'I learned the cross from others'?" Han Qilu's face showed an unbeatable expression: "Does this young master need to learn from others?"
The corners of An Chuxia's mouth twitched unconsciously, and here again, this narcissistic and arrogant Qilu master!
"What then?" She suppressed her urge to punch Han Qilu and asked in a soft voice.
"Then I didn't write it." 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 he would never do it again in the future. It’s a problem that hurts 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 to the teacher and asked him not to write the topic again.
This is really something Han Qilu can do.
An Chuxia gritted her teeth and thought, if she was blind or something, she would 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. In the future, remember not to stop writing, just write casually. Can get a lot of points. I'll teach you classical Chinese."
"Classical Chinese?" Han Qi recorded it and waved his hands again and again: "When I say this, I get sleepy and change something else."
The later 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 legs, 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, it was the woman he liked, and she was so cute even when she was angry, Han Qilu was 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. ...
"Study, of course!" Han Qilu immediately changed into a vigorous look: "My young master's favorite is classical Chinese, which happens to cultivate his sentiment!"
An Chuxia rolled his 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 concerned about listening to her classical Chinese function words. He just looked at An Chuxia's pink lips together.
"Okay, let's understand these few classical Chinese function words first, and now let's use them flexibly." An Chuxia put the draft paper aside, took the Chinese textbook, turned to a classical Chinese text, pointed to a "and" and asked: "Look, what is the use of this'and'?"
Han Qilu came back to his senses and followed the point 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 in minutes and dip it in ketchup!
"Can you be more serious?" There was some anger in her eyes.
Just now she seriously introduced him to the usage of a few commonly used function words. This guy seemed to be listening very seriously. He kept watching her intently, but how could he make his answer not serious?
"Well, be serious." Han Qilu's face showed helplessness: "What does the word'and' mean...'and'..."
"It's a turning point!" Seeing Han Qilu didn't say anything for a long time, An Chuxia felt anxious, and she reached out and patted the table: "The one I'm looking for is the simplest one. Didn't you listen to me just now? Do you teach?"
Because of the anxiety, An Chuxia's face showed two blushes. When 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. : "I'm talking to you, did you hear me?!"
"I heard it." The corners of Han Qilu's mouth curled, revealing white teeth.
This smile was 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 I only talk about the usage of the word'and', you can get Listen carefully to me."
Hearing, I saw Han Qilu nodding repeatedly: "I must listen carefully!"
Of course whether you remember it is another matter!
Even if she only explained the usage 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 up for me!" An Chuxia frowned and stretched out his hand to push Han Qilu. At that time, Han Qilu was sleeping with his head in one hand. An Chuxia pushed him back and his center of gravity was unstable. Upside down.
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.
There was a muffled sound, and 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, his hair was scattered, and a few strands of hair still fell on Han Qilu's nose.