Quick Wear Peace

"what--"

Painful sounds came out one after another.

The head teacher above was looking at the students who were wailing with a smile.

"Students, keep working hard."

He turned and left with the book in his arms.

An Ning raised her head abruptly, ran to Meng Yanchen's side, took Meng Yanchen's hand, rubbed it twice inadvertently, and said pitifully: "Save me, save me?"

It’s not that I don’t know the knowledge, but that I have forgotten all the previous knowledge. Now I have to rely on rote memorization. Otherwise, if I have a good memory, I would still have to study hard.

The students around me took out the books they were not good at and flipped through them quickly to see if there were any knowledge points they had missed.

Everyone was immersed in their own world, and An Ning's voice was not loud, so the people around her really didn't notice An Ning.

His ears, covered by his hair, turned red. He took out his hand and agreed reluctantly.

"Okay, what don't you know now?"

The time for martial arts practice after school is now changed to tutoring time.

An Ning took out a book from her bag with an innocent expression.

Meng Yanchen looked at a pile of books on the table and felt a slight headache. He couldn't help rubbing his eyebrows with his hands.

He didn't explain each question one by one. Time was pressing, so he could only draw the questions that the teacher would ask and explain them in detail.

He found that An Ning had a good memory and wondered why she couldn't do some simple questions but could do difficult ones. But he didn't ask.

If An Ning knew this, she would definitely say with confidence: The difficult ones later are what the teacher is teaching now, and I have long forgotten the simple ones.

An Ning only knew a general idea about the original owner, and there was no detailed introduction, so it was normal for her to know what she didn't know.

Meng Yanchen saw that he had only finished half of the book. Tomorrow was Saturday and Sunday, and there would be an exam on Monday.

Seeing the girl's pitiful transformation, he suddenly said: "Why don't you come to my house tomorrow and I'll give you tutoring."

"Will it bother you?" An Ning said shyly, but there was excitement in her eyes.

I'm finally going to meet Mother Fu.

"Will not."

After agreeing on a time, An Ning returned home happily. In her dreams, she saw her mother Fu feeding her lobster and abalone every day, and she was very happy every day.

Although my conditions are not bad, it is impossible for me to eat that well.

When An Ning woke up, she found her face was wet and she wiped it with her hand reflexively.

"Huh~" Xiaoyi looked at An Ning with disdain.

"That's because you have never tasted the delicacies of the world." An Ning looked at the snacks in Xiaoyi's hand that were imitated with data with a meaningful look.

Xiaoyi angrily threw away the snacks he had reluctantly bought with his big points: "Who are you looking down on?"

While An Ning was washing up, Xiaoyi looked around and quickly picked it up again.

An Ning picked up the bun in her hand and took a big bite, her face showing enjoyment: "This bun is so delicious. It's full of meat aroma. The aroma of meat and flour mixed together is really unforgettable."

Then he looked at Xiaoyi with pity: "What a pity, you can't eat it, then I will enjoy it for you."

After saying that, he opened his mouth wide and ate the last piece of bun in one bite.

"This is the last bun, who else should I have it for?" He said this tragically and was about to put it in his mouth.

A white light flashed, and then there was a "crunch" sound, and nothing was bitten.

Xiao Yi looked at An Ning with a smug look on his face, holding a steamed bun in his hand: "Although I can't go out, it doesn't mean I can't bring things in."

He took a bite of the bun gracefully: "It's nothing more than that."

"Then give it back to me." An Ning looked at Xiao Yi's disdainful expression with amusement, and in fact her eyes were almost shining.