After dressing as a vicious male supporting character, I attacked the male protagonist

Half an hour later, Gu Yinglou and Huaijiu were sitting on one side of the desk, on which there was a thick stack of five-three and four-level papers.

The two were relatively speechless, their faces full of embarrassment and indifference.

"..."

Huaijiu couldn't help clutching the pages of the book, and coughed slightly, "Well, I can do some reading comprehension first, you can go to work."

Gu Yinglou didn't even lift his eyelids, and Wu San was still looking over the wine in his hand.He reads books very fast, like a scanning machine, he can save all the data he just read at a glance.

It didn't take long for him to read the part of the attributive clause.When he read it for the second time, he held a colored highlighter in his hand, and simply outlined one or two key points.

After ticking off the main points, he took out a black business book from the company. The cover felt very textured, and the company name was stamped on it.

Gu Yinglou turned to the first page, almost scribbling down the words, silently writing down the important points just now.

"..."

Rao Huaijiu, who is good at learning, couldn't help being stunned when he saw his method.

In particular, Gu Yinglou almost didn't type a single word in the process of silent writing, the whole process was smooth and fast, and copying from a book was never so fast.While he was in a daze, the man had already silently written to the third page.

"...You, do you remember all of them?"

Huaijiu looked surprised, and couldn't help leaning forward slightly, and leaned over to watch his dictation, the more he watched, the more shocked he became, and in the end he felt a little worship of the god of learning for no reason.

"Ah."

Gu Yinglou was very focused when he was doing things, so he only responded briefly.

The Montblanc fountain pen is held between his slender fingers, whether it is its own weight or the black casing, it looks extraordinarily heavy.

The blue-black ink seeps out quickly from the tip of the pen, and dries up when it touches the paper, leaving only the condensed and thick handwriting.

In less than 10 minutes, Gu Yinglou had sorted out a concise outline. He put the cap on the pen, turned his finger slightly on the business notebook, slid forward, and handed it to Huaijiu.

Huaijiu picked it up silently and saw that the knowledge points of attributive clauses were many and fragmented, but Gu Yinglou was simply an automatic mind map.

He sorted it out in an orderly manner according to 123 points, and recorded some fragmentary but commonly used knowledge directly aside, and marked a small frame, which looked particularly eye-catching.

It's more intimate than a little padded jacket.

Holding the notebook, Huaijiu couldn't put it down, and it was the first time that he sincerely thanked Gu Yinglou, "Thank you for helping me organize the notebook."

"?"

Gu Yinglou looked at the notebook, and then at his expression that was so moved, that he realized that the other party seemed to have misunderstood something.

"It's not for you."

He stood up, took the notebook back directly, and emphasized, "This is my notebook, I can borrow it for you to print."

His tone sounded as if this was not a notebook, but a crown handed down from generation to generation by the British royal family. It was already a gift from God to let Huaijiu take a look at it, and the poor could not enjoy more.

Huaijiu: "..."

Damn, moved to withdraw.

"The listening comprehension level [-] and [-] speak very fast, and the pronunciation is English."

Gu Yinglou's eyes were full of contempt for the scumbags, "If you want to graduate smoothly, start listening to the BBC with me from tomorrow to practice your language sense, once in the morning and at night, and try to follow along."

"..."

Huaijiu was very displeased by his gaze, and at that moment he even had the illusion that he was trash, and he was still very stupid.

He directly contradicted back, "Isn't there no obligation to pick up and drop off? Why are you still listening to the BBC together?"

"..."

Gu Yinglou choked, "...you can listen when the driver comes back to pick you up."

"……No thanks."

exm?Does he not have a mobile phone? ? ?

If you insist on listening to the BBC in a supercar, do you feel that the BBC you listen to doesn’t smell like money?

The more Huaijiu thought about it, the more angry he stood up with a cold face, and started to pack his things. He didn't need his notebook and five-three links, and turned around with a lot of things and moved them to another empty desk.

"..."

Gu Yinglou's back was as straight as a cedar, and he looked at him silently for half a minute.

After a while, he suddenly called softly, "Gu Xuelin."

These three words seemed to roll around on the tip of his tongue, and when they came out, they were blurred, like a hazy fog wrapped in the space and time on a rainy day.

"...?"

What is he saying?

Huaijiu didn't hear clearly, and raised his head in confusion, with a little anger still in the corner of his eyes.

He pursed his lips, raised his head slightly, and waited for the other party's next words.

However, Gu Yinglou did not respond.

The soft light fell down and gradually spread on the slender figure. Between the light and shadow, he remembered the heavy snowfall in the capital five years ago.

Gu Xuelin was only wearing a thin prison attire, her gorgeous face was shivering from the cold.He wanted to run away, but Gu Yinglou's men held his wrist tightly.

The man's hair was disheveled, and his cries were muffled in the thick snow. After more than half an hour, the pinched wrist fell down vertically.

The eldest son of the Gu family was born and died in Xuelin.

"..."

Gu Yinglou closed the pages of the book, stood up slowly, and walked out.

The moment he pushed open the study door, he suddenly thought:

If I knew this earlier, I shouldn't have been merciful in the first place.

·

After losing his temper that day, Gu Yinglou never spoke to Huaijiu again.

He already had the habit of getting up early, but this time he moved forward by more than half an hour, completely staggering the breakfast time when he might meet.

Every time, Uncle Wang would yawn and splash cold water on his face to get rid of the sleepiness in the morning.

There is no contact between them, and they are happy to be leisurely while pregnant, just let him live these five months in peace and go home.

However, because he helped He Qing out of the siege twice, the little nanny asked for his contact information, and the two occasionally chatted on WeChat.

Later, every time Huaijiu went to the milk tea shop where he worked to buy pearl milk tea, he was quietly added a large cup of ingredients, which made Zhang Peng and the others jealous.

"Brother Huai, brother Huai?"

This day during class break, Zhang Peng saw him staring intently at the fourth-level vocabulary booklet, and couldn't help but waved his hand in front of his eyes, "Why are you reading all the time lately? Don't read, let's go for a drive this afternoon."

"Don't go."

I read the words silently twice while drinking, combined with the roots and affixes to memorize, which is very efficient.

He turned a page and waved his hand in time, "I have to prepare for the CET-[-] exam, you go and play."

"Hey, what are you taking for the fourth grade? When the time comes to clear the exam when you graduate, you can get the answer with some money. And what's the point of going for a drive by myself?"

He winked and looked very proud, "I just got a Ferrari yesterday, and I asked someone to modify it for me. The performance is amazing. I heard that kid Bai Songwei is going to run the track too. Let's go and watch it?"

The so-called observation, in fact, is to compete in racing.

Bai Songwei is the male supporting role in the novel who is obsessed with the babysitter. Not to mention the power and power in his family, he has a good temperament, looks gentle and gentleman, but he also likes extreme sports, especially racing.

Two years ago, he participated in the formula for the first time, and he won the fifth place in the total points of the year, and he was very popular among girls.

Even Xu Yaoyao, the flower of Gaoling, had a different feeling for him, which made Zhang Peng jealous and unconvinced.

"You go."

Huaijiu lost interest, "Aunt Zhang signed me up for a golf class, I have to practice in the afternoon, I don't have time."

He is not very interested in the love triangle of this kind of elementary school chicken, especially since he still doesn't have a driver's license, and he can't even drive a Ford for 10 yuan, let alone a racing car.

"Okay, at your level, you really should practice."

Zhang Peng believed it was true, and complained about him, "I heard that Gu Yinglou is very good at golf, if later on he takes you to an outdoor business event or something, if you swing out with the ball and the ball is still nailed to the ground, that would be too embarrassing. "

"...If you can't speak, you can donate your mouth to those in need."

Zhang Peng: "..."

·

On the expansive golf course.

Gu Yinglou changed into a portable sportswear and a sun hat, with displeasure and impatience written all over his face.

"Who arranged this?"

His air pressure was very low, "Why do you have to come to play golf? We can go to the racecourse to negotiate."

He can quickly absorb modern knowledge by memory, but he can't do novel sports. To achieve proficiency, he can only rely on repeated practice, which is not something that can be mastered overnight.

"This is your specialty."

Ye Xian explained, "What are you doing at the racecourse? A bunch of horses are smelly, not as fresh and beautiful as the stadium. Besides, if the horses shit at your feet, will the contract be signed?"

Gu Yinglou: "..."

After Li Sheng was fired, there was no suitable candidate for the position of assistant to the president, and Ye Xian was the rare person who knew the inside story of Mr. Gu's amnesia, so he had to take up the post and accompany the boss to play golf.

"Okay, okay, I'll help you smooth things over later."

Vice President Ye patted him on the shoulder and comforted him, "You just lost your memory. Even if your brain doesn't remember how to fight, the habitual movements of your muscles will tell you."

Gu Yinglou: "..."

The two of them dawdled for a long time, and finally came out.

The partner this time is a well-known material supplier in China. Mr. Zheng loves to play golf, and he visits the golf course three or four times a month.

This time it was also because I heard that Mr. Gu is good at playing golf, so I took some time out of my busy schedule to meet with them to show their friendship.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, old man Zheng couldn't help exchanging a few words about his golf experience with Mr. Gu.

Fortunately, Gu Yinglou did his homework specially last night, and he was able to talk about it in a decent way when he came and went.

The two didn't chat for a long time, Ye Xian received a call and could only go to the side to answer it.

Old man Zheng touched his club lovingly, compared the turf, and asked Gu Yinglou, "Little Gu, how about we play two balls? Have fun."

Gu Yinglou silently dropped Ye Xian's name in his heart, unable to get off the horse, "...please first."

The rule of golf is very simple, it is to swing the ball, and it advocates hitting the ball into the hole with the least number of strokes.

Because the venues required for playing golf are often very large, it is considered an aristocratic sport.

Before entering the court, Ye Xian told him that as long as he hits the ball as far as he can, it's fine, the farther the better.

Old man Zheng is old and can't see where the ball will land. They can do something to make Gu Yinglou lose to old man Zheng, but they won't lose too badly. It's more like a fierce competition between two masters.

Gu Yinglou was silent for a moment, and Mr. Zheng was ready to hit the ball.

It's his turn on the next shot.

Gu Yinglou breathed out calmly, he raised the pole, ready to learn the movements decently.

It's just that before he had time to swing the pole, Ye Xian came over in a hurry and whispered a few words in his ear.

Gu Yinglou frowned slightly, "...Why is he here?"

"It was ordered by Chairman Gu."

Ye Xian also had a bit of a headache, "They said they signed him up for a golf lesson and told him to come over to take lessons in the afternoon."

This golf course is indeed not Mr. Zheng's private course, it is a membership system, but it is reserved by them.

Right now, Huaijiu is blocked outside for no reason, and he must come in to find an explanation.If you see them, it's even more coincidental, they are all a family, so there is no need to leave.

Gu Yinglou had a headache, "...you go and explain to him and tell him to go home first."

"This, Mr. Gu, may be too late."

Ye Xian gave a wry smile, pointed behind him, and saw a white golf cart slowly approaching, and sitting in it was his 'fiancée' whom he hadn't seen for several days.

Gu Yinglou: "..."

Mr. Zheng beside him also got the news, he was not that particular, he was very happy to learn that this kid came to learn golf.

"Since he is the boy of the Huai family, let him come over."

The old man jokingly said, "It just so happens that Xiao Gu is here too, a ready-made coach. It's very good to teach by hand."

Teach by hand...

Gu Yinglou was thoughtful.

"..."

Huaijiu saw Gu Yinglou standing in front of him from a distance, and suddenly had a headache. He patted the driver's shoulder and lowered his voice, "Go back, I forgot something."

The little brother nodded, the golf cart made a turn, and before turning the corner, Huaijiu's phone suddenly rang.

He looked down, and there were three big characters Gu Yinglou written on the caller ID.

"..."

Ghosts linger.

He rolled his eyes, thought about it, and reluctantly accepted it.

I only heard the cold voice of the other party coming through the microphone, with a special texture.

"...I saw you."

Gu Yinglou squinted slightly as he looked at the white car that was retreating steadily, "Come here."