The Full-level Boss Took the Sick and Weak Script

Su Nanzhi really felt that she shouldn't talk nonsense with Jiang Beiyu.

She asked again: "Where did you learn the spell just now?"

Jiang Beiyu froze for a moment, then wrote: "Didn't you teach it?"

Su Nanzhi frowned: "I'm not very good at this."

Jiang Beiyu paused for a moment, of course he remembered that this spell was not taught by Sunan Zhi, it was a spell that he suddenly knew when the man who looked similar to him appeared last time.

It's not that Jiang Beiyu hasn't thought about it these days. That man should really have something to do with him.

It's just that it doesn't look like a good relationship at first glance.

Otherwise, it won't kill people as soon as it comes up.

Su Nanzhi was unconscious that time, so she probably didn't see the other party's appearance clearly.

Jiang Beiyu couldn't explain clearly, so Su Nanzhi thought it was the reason why the seal in his body was loose.

His white hair has grown back, and he knows some spells, which is not surprising.

Sitting on the flammable wheelchair, Jiang Beiyu suddenly felt that this winter wasn't that cold anymore.

It was probably the first time for Xiao Huomiao to be used as a wheelchair for someone, and a sharp flame emerged from the handle to rub against Jiang Beiyu's hand.

Jiang Beiyu also reached out and petted it like a cat.

Su Nanzhi watched helplessly as her own flames flirted with each other in front of her.

Speaking of empathy, I don't know if the flower on her head counts.

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In fact, after the competition ended, two days of weekends were enough to correct the papers.

At this moment, An Yunhuai, who was taking care of the child at home, received a call from his tutor.

Generally speaking, college students don't choose their tutors as early as he does. It's just that he has chosen his direction, and the teacher doesn't mind, so he just chooses it.

"Teacher, what's the matter with you?" An Yunhuai thought for a while, and added, "If it's a class, I think I can..."

"No, no, no," the other person interrupted him angrily, "Xiao An, your health is important. You are still in the third year of high school, and you haven't got your graduation certificate. What are you doing in a hurry to go to class? Take a break to take care of your health."

An Yunhuai: "Then you today..."

The other end laughed again: "Xiao An, the teacher just wants to ask you about a student. I heard that she is in your class. I wonder if she is familiar with you?"

"Please tell me."

"It's the little girl surnamed Su in your class, do you know her?"

An Yunhuai: "Teacher, there are two students named Su in our class."

"Two...that's the one who participated in the competition. There must be only one participating in the competition." The other end thought for a while, pondered for a while, and added, "Are you familiar with her?"

An Yunhuai: "..."

That's a coincidence.

Eighteen years ago we still shared a room.

"What do you want to know about her?" An Yunhuai asked again.

As soon as the trouser legs moved, An Yunhuai looked down, and the kid came to ask for help with a Rubik's Cube that he couldn't recover.

An Yunhuai took it, and successfully recovered with one hand in twos and threes.

Xiaotao: "..."

The kid held the Rubik's Cube and went to the side to play.

"Oh, didn't the results of the recent math competition come out? Ask her if she has any intention to come to our school, if she has any intention to come to our artificial intelligence to develop?"

An Yunhuai: "..."

Familiar routine.

Familiar gourd, familiar medicine.

At the beginning, An Yunhuai was vacillating between studying medicine and artificial intelligence, but this Professor Qi had learned enough of Liu Bei's routine of visiting thatched cottages, so he recruited him by coaxing and deceiving him.

"It's really not good, you can ask her what major she likes?"