Chapter 134: Good boy

Since ancient times, schools are like society, and the most important thing in society is lunaticity. The score line of the third middle school is not ranked in Yuncheng, but the rogue index has reached a new high every year. This session is particularly prominent because Xu Zihang took a group of teenagers to sweep one high school In China, fighting has never been lost, so it became a myth.
Once upon a time, there was an exquisite fresh face in this group. Song Ye's addition seemed to be taken for granted, and even gradually became the most striking existence of this group of people.
And Tang Yixiao has always been an invisible person in the eyes of teachers and classmates. She was small and she never imagined that she could one day interact with this mythical combination, and her identity was still a tutor.
"Sit down and do the questions." A group of teenagers stared at the girls with big eyes. Eventually, Xu Zihang saw the girl's cramps and greeted the work actively. Then he followed the seat and picked up the paper to start the question.
Tang Yi laughed with aside, until the teenagers were seated one after another, and then swallowed nervously, whispering, "Everyone is done, I will correct it, and I will focus on the topics that I don't understand."
"Okay." The teenagers raised their heads, but grinned, showing white teeth. "Don't know what the little teacher's name is?"
"Me, my name is Tang Yixiao. It's a class, not a teacher." Tang Yi smiled and shrugged his shoulders, his face turned red and his ears red, his speech stuttering.
Although her appearance was mediocre and she was thin, she was as timid as a white rabbit, but it was very easy to arouse the protection of boys. There were no two or two sentences to communicate, and some teenagers couldn't keep their mouths shut, "Hey, No matter how young, they are teachers. Don't be shy. "
As soon as the voice dropped, a slap was given to the back of the boy, Xu Zihang retracted his hand, and said with a stern expression: "It will be so slippery, I will copy it 100 times if I fail."
A hundred times ... This number is just like a huge rock hanging above the head. The teenagers' heads were brushed down and started to write a lot.
Xu Zihang glanced at him before giving the paper a smile.
After the latter took over, he slightly hesitated, so fast!
In less than ten minutes, Xu Zihang's papers were packed with answers, and the error rate was almost zero. She was shocked and looked up at each other again, only to find that he had drawn out other professional extracurricular books to look at, and the incandescent lights hit him. The teenager was sitting in the warmly furnished living room, his cold side exuding a faint halo, beautiful and clean.
Xu Zihang's fame is first of all by his outstanding appearance and then by his fierce fist. His performance is actually the most unpopular part. But for three years in the same class, Tang Yixiao knew the other party's excellence. Even in her eyes, Xu Zihang was a boy with no disadvantages.
Therefore, this kind of tuition is not of much significance to him. More often, he is supervising the study of young people and enjoying the time of group together.
Song Ye took a long bath this time because she discovered an important problem.
Previously at the Song family, she was abused by Lu Lan, her face was yellow and thin, so she did n’t grow fleshy, but in recent months, nutrition has kept up, her height broke through new heights, and she began to grow flesh even with her breasts. Fast.
She stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom, and stretched out her hand to scratch the swollen part. Suddenly she had a headache. She knew that she should not drink so much milk to grow taller.
In the end, she found a bandage and tangled the developmental area round by round.
Now, whether it is a night gang or a jade appraiser, her industry is still in the development stage, and the identity of a man can bring more convenience.
Putting on a T-shirt, she walked to the old man's room dryly. Because she was afraid to disturb the young people's tutoring, the old man chose to stay quietly in the room. When Song Ye knocked on the door, she just saw her putting down her needlework.
When he saw Song Ye come in, the old man immediately lifted the quilt and moved his leg to kneel.
"Old man, your legs can't move yet, you're welcome." Song Ye stepped forward to hold her movements, and touched her legs smoothly. "The hospital has no way now, but a medicine may be useful. After a while, I will try it for you. "
Even with the words of concern, Song Ye's expression and tone were still indifferent, without a trace of emotional fluctuations, which looked quite weird.
I heard that the old man was stunned, and then he grabbed her hand and held it tightly, "Thank you, son, you have nothing to do with my wife, but I have made several attempts to help our grandchildren. This kindness , My wife has no hope of paying back in this life, thank you, thank you ... "
The old man's eyes were moist, his mouth turned upside down and he said thank you. It took a while before I noticed the stiffness of the girl's body.
In the palm of his hand, the old man's fingers were dry and old, and they were all wrinkled and covered with thick cocoons, which made him uncomfortable to hold. However, this touch is the first experience of Song Ye's two lifetimes. It is not like the care of a friend, but the love of the elders, with a strong sense of annual rings, which shocks the soul.
No one expected that Song Ye, who was cold-hearted, would be vivid with such a small action.
Although there was no expression on her face, the old man still noticed her bluntness and unaccustomedness. Thinking of the situation where she lived alone, she raised her hand and touched her head with distress. The old man's eyes were filled with loving tears. Song Ye, grandma knows you are a good boy. "
Until exiting the room, Song Ye's expression was still a little dull. When she passed the living room, she skipped a group of teenagers and sat alone at the floor-to-ceiling window sill. She picked up the book and looked for a long time. It took only ten minutes to pass, and the book was not paged.
Her mind was floating, all the old hands of the old man, and the good boy.
She had never had a loved one and never had a relationship, so she did not know how to react to the sudden warmth.
After sitting there for more than ten minutes, the sound of explaining the topic in the living room pulled her mind back.
In the living room, Tang Yixiao's less-skilled explanations and shy expressions made the teenagers feel fresh and started to live again.
"Teacher, the voice is too low to hear clearly."
"Teacher, you shake your hands, calm down, haha ​​..."
"teacher……"
The young teacher left and the right teacher made Tang Yi smile and blush like a cooked shrimp, and his head was almost buried on the ground.
Although I know that teenagers are not malicious, when girls of this age were originally sensitive and opposite sex, Tang smiled and timid, and there was no way to deal with it.
Between the frolics, a cold voice suddenly heard from the side of the window, "The whole corner stands upside down for ten minutes, and executes immediately."