I only care about making money and not love. I’m the best professional bootlicker!

The whole morning.

The wind and rain were blowing outside the window, but the house was warm as spring.

Lu Xing tried hard to follow Song Junzhu's train of thought.

There was no way.

Although Song Junzhu was narcissistic, she was a real talent.

She was completely different from those whose parents were professors and tutors, and then found a confidant for their children.

If she was in high school, seeing her was like a frog in a well looking at the moon in the sky.

If she was in college, seeing her was like a mayfly seeing the blue sky.

But there were also benefits.

From the high-dimensional dimensionality reduction attack on high school knowledge, Lu Xing suddenly found that a lot of high school knowledge was wrong.

It was just to make people understand it better.

In the morning, Lu Xing suddenly understood why hard work is not as good as guidance from a noble person.

It feels so good to be led by a top student!

Suddenly.

His eyes were shining when he looked at Song Junzhu.

emmm.......

If he could record Song Junzhu's lectures and make them paid for.

Hehe, make another fortune!

Even if he doesn't make money, posting them online to benefit the majority of high school seniors is also a good deed.

Alas.

What a pity.

Seeing Lu Xing's eyes, Song Junzhu stared at the test paper unnaturally, stretched out his finger to poke Lu Xing's head, and said in a rare low voice.

"Why are you looking at me? There are words on my face, read a book."

Lu Xing suddenly felt that this sentence was so familiar.

It seemed that Song Junzhu had said it before.

However, the same sentence, the tone has been very different.

Lu Xing couldn't help but sigh. He had to work so hard to lick the cake that shocked the world and shocked the world!

He deserved it!

Seeing that the time was almost up, Lu Xing asked Song Junzhu: "Professor Song, what do you want to eat for lunch today? I'll make it for you."

He blinked at Song Junzhu: "Make more, thank the great Professor Song for the private lesson, huh?"

Song Junzhu looked at Lu Xing's bandaged hand and thought about it.

"No, I'll make it for you."

Huh?

Lu Xing's smile was dull.

Wow!

He quickly turned his head to see if the sun was rising from the west.

It's not that Lu Xing looked down on Song Junzhu.

It's really that he didn't think Song Junzhu had lit up the skill of cooking.

So Lu Xing asked tentatively.

"Did Professor Song cook before?"

Song Junzhu looked at him in confusion and frowned: "Is cooking difficult?"

"Isn't it just mixing animal corpses and plant corpses together and then cooking them?"

Lu Xing:......

Uh.

I don't know if Song Junzhu has instant noodles at home. He got up to eat a few tonight.

The road is tortuous, and the result is difficult.

Half an hour later.

Looking at the dishes brought by Song Junzhu, Lu Xing thought for a long time and picked up a chopstick of shredded potatoes.

Hehe.

He didn't believe that someone would make potatoes unpalatable!

The next second.

Hehe.

It really happened.

Who taught you to mix shredded potatoes and shredded ginger together and stir-fry them?

Are you playing Minesweeper? !

Lu Xing turned the chopsticks with tears in his eyes and planned to drink a mouthful of soup.

The first bite.

Song Junzhu's always arrogant eyes were rarely filled with expectation: "Is it delicious?"

Lu Xing swallowed the soup with difficulty, and then asked.

"Tell the truth or a lie?"

Song Junzhu was stunned for a moment, "Both."

"The lie is, wow! It tastes so good! I have never tasted such a unique taste!"

"The truth is... Witch, you forgot to put the frog when you boiled the poison."

Song Junzhu was silent.

Song Junzhu was angry.

Song Junzhu tried silently and angrily!

How could it be so unpalatable! This is her first time cooking!

The next second.

Song Junzhu silently threw back the chopsticks, picked up the phone and asked Lu Xing.

"Which restaurant do you want to eat?"

The contrast between the before and after made Lu Xing laugh out loud.

Song Junzhu glanced at him, but was not really angry.

Suddenly.

Lu Xing felt that Song Junzhu had indeed changed a lot.

At least when he laughed like this before, Song Junzhu would pinch his face and scold him for being a prostitute.

After lunch.

Song Junzhu started to give paid lectures again.

Lu Xing was very excited to hear this, which was much better than whipping!

Besides.

Others had to spend a lot of money to hire tutors outside, but he listened directly to Song Junzhu, the crazy guy with gold inlays, and he got paid.

Hehe, it was so cool!

God of Wealth, I love you so much!

"You have a good brain. If you have any questions, you can ask me on WeChat, and you can ask me in person on Saturdays and Sundays."

"

You have made a lot of progress in the first mock test this time. If you can get into the top ten in the second mock test, you can go to the university in the imperial capital. "

Song Junzhu analyzed for Lu Xing seriously.

With her all-knowing acquaintance, Lu Xing's progress is a sure thing.

In fact, Lu Xing himself is also very curious.

Why didn't Song Junzhu go to the university in the imperial capital to teach, but stayed in Haicheng instead?

Why is Song Junzhu so rich, but lives like a lonely old man every day, and his villa is not popular at all?

However.

Everyone has his own past, and he didn't want to dig deep to find the answer.

Many things don't have answers.

At night.

Song Junzhu talked about mathematics for two hours in a row, which made Lu Xing's head full of confusion. Buzzing.

Song Junzhu finally stopped.

He poured a glass of water for Song Junzhu, and turned around to see Song Junzhu changed her clothes and came out of the bedroom with a delicate black box in her hand.

Lu Xing was stunned.

The black box contained Song Junzhu's whip, but that was not the point.

Who can tell him...

Why did Song Junzhu wear a maid outfit?

Why did she wear frameless glasses and cat ears!

Who taught her to match like this!

While Lu Xing was stunned for a moment, Song Junzhu pretended to be calm and threw the black box to Lu Xing, saying expressionlessly.

"Pick one from inside. "

Lu Xing: Huh???

I don't understand, but I respect him.

Lu Xing picked one at random and waited for Song Junzhu's next instruction.

Song Junzhu glanced at him and stood in front of the French window with her skirt lifted.

She hurt Lu Xing too much, but Lu Xing didn't hate her. Instead, he was like a shelter in the rainstorm, leaving her a safe area.

These days she often dreams, sometimes dreaming that she was beaten when she was a child, and sometimes dreaming that she beat Lu Xing.

Lu Xing didn't hate her, but she began to panic inexplicably. She always believed in her sixth sense.

Lu Xing had an immediate feeling. She felt that she couldn't catch it, so she checked the total amount of her liquid funds and real estate.

When she saw Lu Xing running towards her in the storm, Song Junzhu thought, it doesn't matter.

Whether it's teaching him to study, giving him money, or anything else, it doesn't matter.

She wants to eliminate this feeling of uneasiness.

When she was beaten as a child, she always thought that sooner or later she would beat him back.

Then beat him back.

There was a storm outside the window.

Song Junzhu stared at her face reflected in the glass, and after a moment, she closed her eyes and slowly uttered two words from her red lips.

"Beat me."

Lu Xing's CPU completely crashed.

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ps. It's the third day of adding more chapters. If someone can give me a gift......