When I was seventeen, a tutor came to my family.
Cheng Yining was quite dismissive at first.
Until the first meeting, the young man was tall and thin, with light and clean eyebrows. He was wearing a simple white T-shirt and black pants. He was holding a book in his well-jointed hands and standing in the light.
When he looked up, his eyes were cold.
... Forget it, she will learn.
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In order to be courteous to Jiang Shiyu, Cheng Yining worked hard.
However, it is all in vain.
"You were wrong in all the ten multiple-choice questions," the slender hand tapped on the table, "Should I give you a prize?"
"Why are you looking at me? There's something written on my face?"
Cheng Yining endured it.
She has grown so big! When! Got it! This kind! Wronged!
I can't bear it!
The girl gritted her teeth and said, "I want to change my tutor."
"Okay." Jiang Shiyu raised his eyebrows.
"You can try, who else can spoil you besides me?"
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After a long time.
In college, Cheng Yining drank too much. He squatted downstairs in his dormitory and called his friends, sobbing, "Oh, I feel, I feel like Jiang Shiyu doesn't like me."
After a while, the girl started crying again.
"... Then, then I don't like him either."
As he finished speaking, a familiar aura enveloped him behind him.
The phone was taken away and hung up. Cheng Yining looked up and saw the man's face, which was difficult to distinguish between joy and anger.
Cheng Yining forgot to speak for a moment, and the other party's question was thrown over.
"Drinking?" His voice was a little low, "Who said I don't like you?"
"Also, if you don't like me, who do you want to like?"
"Speak."
Intention: Be soft for love
