opposition

"I've always been very polite," Qin Ting said, "Isn't it?"

Zhou Yan smiled and said nothing.

"Isn't it?" Qin Ting leaned against the door frame, "Although I smoke and drink, fight and climb over walls, and don't like to study, but I'm still very polite."

Zhou Yan took a plate to serve the vegetables, and it took him a while to reply: "Yes."

"Huh?" Qin Ting didn't hear clearly.

"No," Zhou Yan raised his chin toward the living room, "Let's eat."

Qin Ting was also hungry, so he helped out with two sets of bowls and chopsticks, and put them on the square small dining table to set them up.

"Taste it," Zhou Yan sat down, picked a piece of chicken for him, and looked at him with a smile, "Do you think it's delicious?"

Qin Ting held the piece of meat, looked at his warm smile, and said to himself, you are laughing like this, even if it is not delicious, I have to say it is delicious.With a skeptical attitude, he stuffed the chicken into his mouth.

"Fuck! It's okay," Qin Ting couldn't help admiring when the spicy and sweet taste spread from the tip of his tongue, "Your taste is as good as my mother's."

"It's delicious," Zhou Yan smiled even more immodestly after receiving the compliment, "I told you, my cooking is delicious."

"Delicious!" The table was not too big, and Qin Ting could touch Zhou Yan as soon as he stretched out his hand. He ticked Zhou Yan's smooth chin with his fingers, "I will definitely find a good wife in the future."

Zhou Yan leaned on the edge of the table to avoid it, his heart was pounding.

Qin Ting thought that he didn't like such a joke, so he withdrew his hand: "Okay, I won't tease you."

Zhou Yan breathed a sigh of relief and buried himself in eating.

After a full meal, Qin Ting consciously went to wash the dishes. Zhou Yan didn't understand the so-called so-called so-called so-called customers should not do this kind of work, so he let him go.

Zhou Yan never taught anyone to do the questions, and he never thought that such a day would happen in his life, but when he thought of being able to help Qin Ting, he was unconsciously very happy.

Qin Ting thought with all his heart that he could go to Zhou Yan's room to have a look after the teaching questions. He was so excited that he washed the two dishes quickly.

Zhou Yan looked at his impatient look, and really wanted to ask him, if he wanted to learn so much, why didn't he try to listen to it in class?

But he thought about it or held back from asking.

Qin Ting watched Zhou Yan dig out his homework, then pulled out two low wooden benches from under the coffee table, sat on one for himself, and put the other on the side of the coffee table, motioning him to sit down.

Qin Ting had always had a hot temper, but now he couldn't bear it any longer. He pointed at the bench and yelled, "You fucking let me sit here and write?"

Zhou Yan thought that he felt that the equipment was too poor for performance, so he quickly said: "Otherwise, I'll clean up the dining table, and I can write there."

"Can't I go to your room?" Qin Ting lowered his body and stared at him, "Is there no desk in your room? Or is it normal for you to do your homework on the coffee table and dining table?"

Qin Ting's sudden approach made Zhou Yan uncontrollably tense, his breathing quickened a few degrees, he pushed Qin Ting's shoulders to stand up, and replied with a somewhat unnatural expression: "No."

"What isn't it?" Qin Ting frowned.

"It's not that I don't have a desk, and it's not a routine operation," Zhou Yan said with some difficulty and embarrassment, "...it's that we are...closed...we haven't gotten close enough yet...I can show you my room...I'm afraid... "

"Zhou Yan, what kind of god-level yellow flower girl are you?" Qin Ting interrupted him suddenly, as if he was laughed angrily, "Is your room a boudoir? The kind that treats no evil, right? Save it for another day You only let in when a little daughter-in-law with whom you have sworn forever will come, right?"

Zhou Yan looked at Qin Ting's distraught look, and a thought suddenly appeared in his mind.

I'll let you try it another day.

But he was afraid of adding fuel to Qin Ting's explosive temper, so he sniffed and didn't say anything.

Unexpectedly, Qin Ting saw his sharp-eyed movement of sniffing his nose and became excited: "You are Princess Pea, right? You are so wronged that you want to cry after saying just a few words?"

Zhou Yan whispered: "...You are an idiot."

It turned out that Qin Ting not only had sharp eyes but also sharp ears at this moment, and he listened to everything he was about to curse out of anger.

"Why is Princess Pea not only crying but also secretly cursing others when she is wronged?" Qin Ting looked at him solemnly, "Aren't you afraid of Andersen crying? I feel ashamed for him."

Qin Ting has always been a talker who has no clue since he was a child, and sooner or later he will be punished by someone to clean up his mouth. If he owes anything, he will say anything. After he finished speaking, he regretted it a bit. He shouldn't be like this.

Zhou Yan cooked for him himself, and even taught him to do his homework. He was naive enough to ridicule Zhou Yan because he couldn't go to Zhou Yan's bedroom to do his homework.

It shouldn't be!

"Next time," Zhou Yan said calmly without getting angry, "Next time I will take you to write on the desk in the room, so why don't you just make do with it here today?"

His obviously subdued attitude made Qin Ting feel guilty for a while, but when he thought that he would be able to enter Zhou Yan's room next time, he looked forward to it: "How long will it be next time?"

Zhou Yan met his bright eyes and blurted out: "Tomorrow."

"Ah..." Qin Ting buried his face in his palms and rubbed his hands, thinking brokenly, "...happy."

Because Zhou Yan's own education level is not enough, he can't even be a half-baked teacher, but fortunately, he is willing to be patient for Qin Tinghua. The young master Qin is really not very smart, and some questions may not be able to understand after three times. He thought, Zhou Yan was waiting for him, and the whole afternoon was almost over before Qin Ting figured out seven or eight basic questions.

"That's all for today," Zhou Yan helped him put the homework into the schoolbag neatly, "You are quite patient, we will continue tomorrow."

"You are the one who is really patient," Qin Ting couldn't help but click his tongue, "If I teach, if I meet an idiot like myself who can't understand a question after explaining it three times, four times, five times, I'll just fuck it up. .”

"You haven't used your brain for a long time, the shaft is rusted," Zhou Yan smiled, "It will be able to rotate again after some lubricating oil, you are not stupid, you won't, and you may be Because my level is not good enough, I can’t be considered a good teacher.”

"The analogy you made before was a bit broken." Qin Ting stood up with his schoolbag on his back, and patted him on the shoulder. "But you are quite good at talking."

Zhou Yan laughed and sent him out. Before Zhou Yan closed the door, Qin Ting suddenly grabbed the door frame: "That... I will ask you about the supermarket! Wait... that's not right, you If you find a place to work in the afternoon, how can you give me make-up lessons... Otherwise, I will hire you, and you, including make-up lessons and the afternoon, are mine?"