As a villain, I really don't want to be pursued by the heroine.

But that expression that belonged only to Roy seemed out of reach, which made Mark and the others even more resentful of Roy.

Just one month passed in the blink of an eye.

Although there is still a week before the final practical test, the final written exam is tomorrow, and the one-month cram school has finally come to an end.

Walking on the street, you can hear students’ sighs everywhere.

"Finally, I don't have to go to that death cram school anymore!"

"Finally I don't have to see that silver-haired dead face anymore!"

"Oh my god, the former school beauty is teaching you and you're not satisfied?"

"Damn, if you've ever taken her class you'd know, that woman is a Spartan... Ugh!"

The silver-haired figure just passed by them, and they were so frightened that they felt like they were frozen in place, not even daring to breathe.

However, Jon Snow himself had long been accustomed to the students' resentment and was too lazy to get angry about it.

To put it bluntly, I don't care.

She did what she had to do, imparting knowledge and correcting character as much as possible, but since these guys didn't appreciate it, there was nothing she could do.

However, I am a little troubled about one thing.

Accompanied by the silver wolf, the silver-haired girl went against the dispersed flow of people and came to the first floor of the teaching building.

The crimson sky fell, and dusk was approaching. The noisy voices gradually faded away, leaving only the silver-haired girl's shadow, stretched out by the setting sun.

Jon Snow walked into the teaching building as usual and pushed open the door of the classroom.

This went on every day for a whole month.

However, the classroom was empty today.

To be exact, there was no sign of the black-haired boy.

The autumn maple leaves are bleak, and Jon Snow is a little dazed.

Also.

Even though yesterday was the last day of cram school and students could study on their own voluntarily, to be frank, those guys would rather avoid me, so how could they possibly come?

Perhaps, beneath his polite and modest exterior, Roy was no different from those guys. As a student, he didn't really have a fondness for unkind teachers, but he was forced to be friendly for the sake of academic credits.

Now that I have the credits, there is naturally no need to keep me company.

All this is not difficult to understand.

only......

Jon Snow held the documents and test papers in his arms, lowered his head, and sighed imperceptibly.

After all, I am just a cram school teacher, not even a class teacher.

What on earth are you expecting?

How stupid.

"Woo..."

The silver wolf rubbed the girl's slender ankle, as if it didn't understand why its owner was staring at the empty classroom.

Jon Snow came to his senses and shook his head.

"let's go."

It's a little cold.

However, just as she was about to turn around and leave, the black-haired boy who was hurrying over ran straight into her sight.

"Teacher Snow? Why don't you go in?"

"You...are here?"

Roy was a little confused: "Shouldn't I come?"

Jon Snow was silent for a while before he said, "You don't have to come."

He glanced into the classroom and suddenly realized.

Damn, it turns out I don’t have to come today!

In my previous life, my teacher would always say, "You don't have to come tomorrow because you have self-study," but if I really didn't come, he would get furious.

Just like “not much homework”, “no staying after class”, and “no monopolizing physical education classes”.

It's just a token of my appreciation. Do you dare to take it seriously?

Who knew Jon Snow was serious?

Blood loss!

If I could just go back...

Looking at the lonely silver-haired girl, Roy gave up the idea.

The teacher came here specially, so wouldn't it be unfair to leave her alone?

Besides, since I'm here, I'll study on my own when I go back anyway.

Roy Weiguang put on a good student smile and said, "You said you didn't have to come, but didn't Jon Snow come anyway?"

"Explain. After all, I am a teacher and I have to be responsible for my students. Even if there is only one person, I cannot leave him behind." Jon Snow had no expression on his face.

Roy raised an eyebrow: "Isn't that perfect?"

"Mr. Snow's hard work has not been in vain."

See the boy walk into the classroom first.

Jon Snow was slightly startled, the corners of his mouth gradually softened, and then he followed.

Even if it was just polite talk, she didn't mind it.

Roy admitted that he did this because of the fate node. In order to prevent the two from becoming enemies, he was deliberately looking after Jon Snow.

But he really doesn't hate being with Jon Snow.

Roy was studying at his seat while Jon Snow was organizing the lesson plans.

In the silent classroom, the only sounds were the friction between paper and pen and the sound of books being turned.

The two seemed to have nothing to do with each other, but the silver-haired girl glanced at the boy several times out of the corner of her eye.

Today, he is not coming to ask about knowledge related to demigods.

Do you want to initiate a conversation?

No, the exam is important, so don’t bother him with irrelevant topics.

Like most Imperials, Jon Snow thinks rationally.

Besides, she didn't dislike the boy's focused look.

Before I knew it, night had fallen, and with it came the bell for the end of get out of class.

Roy stretched comfortably.

Then, he took out his lunch box.

Now it’s happy midnight snack time!

The reason why other students eat during the breaks of supplementary classes is often because they don’t have time to eat dinner.

Roy always went home to have dinner first, and then brought over a midnight snack made by Alice.

The sugar your brain consumes should be replenished with delicious food! This makes sense!

Anyway, the extraordinary people are not afraid, so just eat it!

However, just as Roy was about to pick up the sandwich and put it into his mouth, a faint "gurgling" sound slowly came from the direction of the podium.

In such a huge classroom, with only two people and a wolf, even the smallest movement would be hard to ignore.

Roy raised his head and saw the silver-haired girl maintaining a calm and upright posture, staring at the lesson plan in her hand without moving.

However, the "gurgling" sound rang out again.

Roy asked tentatively: "Teacher Xue Nuo, have you eaten yet?"

"Correction. Thank you for your concern, I'm not hungry. The sound just now was made by Xiaobai, it has nothing to do with me." Jon Snow replied indifferently.

Whitey is the name of the silver wolf. As Jon Snow's childhood friend, he has always been inseparable from her.

It really looks a bit like its owner, with snow-like fur, sharp eyes, and a cold and majestic appearance. In one word, cool - if there were no drool at the corners of its mouth.

Perhaps what you just heard was its voice.

Seeing the silver wolf looking intently at its lunch box, Roy asked, "Can I feed it?"

Jon Snow wanted to refuse, but seeing Xiaobai's miserable mouth and pleading eyes, he sighed and said, "Yes."

Roy casually threw down a grilled sausage, and the silver wolf flashed over, grabbed it in its mouth, and landed lightly on the ground like a silver gust of wind.

Wow, even eating is so cool. I really hope [cheese] can learn from it.

It's just that this kid drools a lot...

Roy fed the silver wolf a few more sausages and admired its agile movements.

But at this moment, a lovely "gulp" sound was heard from the podium again.

There was a moment of silence.

Jon Snow lowered his head a little lower, hiding his face.

Chapter 28 Want to respond

Jon Snow was the only one on the podium, so Xiaobai couldn't help her take the blame.

Roy asked again: "Teacher Xue Nuo, are you really not going to order some?"

"I'm not bragging, but my maid's cooking skills are more than a level higher than those in the academy cafeteria."

Without even looking up, Jon Snow said righteously, "Refuse. As a teacher, you shouldn't accept gifts from students."

"Again. I'm not hungry. Just eat it yourself."

Because he was busy preparing the lesson plan, Xue Nuo always ate some bread or something at night. Every time at this time, his stomach was always empty.

For a transcendent with identity sequence 5, a great magician of the academy, a strong man who has been tempered by wind and snow, this little hunger is nothing!

But even if she could hold it back, she couldn't control her body's instinctive reaction.

Normally, no one would have paid much attention to this subtle noise. But now that the classroom was deserted, it could no longer be concealed.

But no matter what, it is too embarrassing to admit that you are hungry and ask students for food!

Jon Snow glanced at the silver wolf that was drooling as it gnawed on a sausage, and the black-haired boy who was looking at it with a doting look on his face, and his idea became more certain immediately.

She didn't want to be looked at like that by her own students!

Although that guy's midnight snack does smell delicious...

Jon Snow tightened his face, insisting that he was not hungry. He forced himself to ignore the tempting aroma and picked up the kettle to take a sip.

As luck would have it, the kettle was also empty, leaving her no chance to deceive herself.

Noticing the disappointment on Jon Snow's face, Roy couldn't help but sigh.

"Teacher Snow, would you like some milk tea?"

Milk tea is a drink from Jon Snow's hometown.

Xue Nuo's throat trembled slightly, but she still said stubbornly: "No need, I told you not to..."

But before he could finish, Roy had already stood up and walked over to pour Jon Snow a small cup of milk tea with the bottle cap.

"It's just some milk tea, teacher, there's no need to be so polite." Roy paused, pretending to be distressed: "Or does the teacher dislike me?"

"Not really." Jon Snow shook his head subconsciously.

Looking at the boy's cheerful smile, she finally sighed softly, took the bottle cap from him, and took a sip.

The warm aroma and rich milky fragrance were so familiar, undoubtedly the taste of the Empire's homeland. However, the difference was that there was a strong sweetness, rather than the salty astringency that Jon Snow was familiar with.