Endless Pampering Only For You

"Oh, that's fine." After hearing what he said, Han Qiqing was relieved.

Sure enough, Yin Shaojie was just awkward with Xiaoxiao, and the two should be reconciled soon.

When the two walked on the school road, Han Qiqing thought of something, and suddenly held Song Shijun's arm, "Shijun ..."

Song Shijun looked sideways in surprise, looked at her flatteringly in confusion, and said, "What are you doing? This flattering look ..."

"You're charming!" Han Qiqing patted his arm and smiled flatteringly. "The next class is physics exam ... I remember you're good in physics, how about you?"

"Care? Oh ~ I see, you mean, let me cheat for you? Of course not!" Song Shijun shook his head, his face solemn.

Han Qiqing was depressed, "Of course not cheating. When do I say cheating, but ... if I don't understand, just ask you, you can tell me the answer, please."

"Isn't this cheating? This test is not a big test, the purpose is to let the teacher know how much knowledge you have now, you can do as much as you want." Song Shijun also trained her in an honest manner.

Han Qiqing grumbled, "You don't understand at all ... I'm miserable. If I fail the exam, my brother will arrange tuition. I don't want to tuition!"

"Then you don't usually go to class well, it's all class skipping." Song Shijun took the opportunity to educate her.

"Ah ... isn't this ... am I going to accompany Xiaoxiao? Besides, I don't skip classes often! Just ... occasionally one or two classes ..." Han Qiqing worked hard to defend himself.

"It's called an occasional one or two?" Song Shijun glanced at her.

Occasionally one or two lessons?

Every time I skipped a class, I skipped one morning or one afternoon. Is this one or two?

Han Qiqing couldn't see the weakness. He gave him a hard one, glared at him angrily, and gave him a slap. "Hey! Just say, can't help! One word! Help! Don't help!"

Song Shijun coughed, "This ... of course, with our friendship, I certainly have no reason to help, but I am also good for you. I want you to master knowledge, not just to score ..."

"That's the meaning of help?" Han Qiqing interrupted him, too lazy to listen to him say a bunch.

"This……"

Han Qiqing shot in the eye with a knife, "So does it mean not to help?"

He glared at him and secretly squeezed his hands.

Song Shijun couldn't help crying, "Okay, can I help?"

Han Qiqing laughed, "It's pretty much the same! Couldn't it be helpful if I talked about it earlier? Why do you say so much nonsense?"

"Then you have to review it yourself ..."

"How are you!"

"I'm also good for you ..."

"Don't say it, you dare to say it again."

"OK, I surrender."

...

Student Union building, in the Student Union President's Office.

Mu Xiaoxiao was sitting on a tall leather chair, her upper body was lying on the table, her hands were folded on top, her chin was resting on it.

This posture was maintained for a while.

She sat upright, straightened out, took out her cell phone, and quickly dialed Yin Shao's cell phone.

In my ears, the music of ringtones is a classical and elegant style of European and American music.

However, the sound of music was suddenly cut off the next second.

Mu Xiaoxiao froze, apparently very surprised, staring at the phone with wide eyes.

Cut it out?

Did he hang up her phone?