Chapter 393 Little Ice Flower

  Jiang Beiyu went downstairs with the study materials that he did not know when he prepared.

  Su Nanzhi saw the familiar white paper, and the whole person felt bad.

   Jiang Beiyu raised his eyebrows and sat down on the side.

   "Student Su, come over to make up the class, don't waste the make-up fee you paid to the teacher, and try to raise your math scores."

  He Jingchuan still couldn't hold back, and asked bluntly, "What are the criteria for raising the score?"

   Jiangbei Yu: "Full score."

  He Jingchuan: "..."

  I'm sorry, he brought the humiliation on himself.

  He Jingchuan was as quiet as a chicken nesting on the sofa on the side, and Jiang Beiyu really started to cook a small stove for the little bodyguard as if he didn't exist.

   Usually I can't catch her to make up the class. He Jingchuan finally gave me such an opportunity, more or less I have to grasp it.

  Jiang Beiyu only recently discovered that he used to love giving lectures to others.

   Of course, there is scope.

   He only likes to give lectures to those who can understand.

  Su Nanzhi reluctantly began to be irrigated with new knowledge.

Jiangbei Yumei is famous for her saying that although Sunanzhi has a good brain and clear ideas for solving problems, she has not taken a few competition classes before, and she does not have a thorough understanding of the types of questions in the competition, let alone the exam next week. After the monthly exam, I have to go to the semi-finals again.

  Su Nanzhi: I can't stand a small and rich man.

  Jiang Beiyu has a better grasp of the scope of knowledge. He knows about the scope, and Su Nanzhi can grasp it, and it will also inspire her to think more.

  Su Nanzhi: The Pain Mask is online again.

   But after listening to this lesson, I don’t have time to think about anything else.

   When Jiang Beiyu was about to finish speaking, he looked to the side and saw that He Jingchuan fell asleep.

   In the world of scumbags: listening to lectures = hypnosis.

   slept soundly.

  Su Nanzhi couldn't help but yawned, "Mr. Jiang, let's be here today, everyone is sleepy."

  Jiang Beiyu is also easy to talk: "Okay, you go upstairs to pack up and go to bed earlier."

  Su Nanzhi paused, then pointed to He Jingchuan, who was sleeping very cheaply over there, "What about him?"

   Jiang Beiyu glanced at his friend and said in a very light tone, "Let him sleep here, it's not bad for him."

  Su Nanzhi stood up, "That's fine."

   She went upstairs first.

   Jiang Beiyu glanced at the dog thing on the sofa, and his last conscience was to drag out a thin quilt from a certain room and cover him.

  The last love of the good brothers is that the thin quilt has passed the brain and walked all the way.

   But Jiangbei Yu forgot one thing.

   He stayed in the living room for a while, then went upstairs to go back to the room, and saw a quilt on the floor beside the bed, with a person lying on it.

   Jiang Beiyu remembered.

  His little bodyguard was able to speak up this morning.

  “…”

  It's definitely not a good thing to be alone in the same room, but whoever has nothing to go out and advertise that he sleeps in the same room with someone is not sick.

  Jiang Beiyu glanced at Su Nanzhi, who was sleeping in a ball and was not awakened by the sound of his door opening, and silently went to the closet to get his pajamas into the bathroom.

   Fortunately, the weather has been cooler these two days. Jiang Beiyu usually likes to sleep without a top.

   Now there is a little girl in the room, so if she doesn't wear it, she is a hooligan.

  In the bathroom, the shower above his head spewed out water, Jiang Beiyu stretched out his hand, and in the mist, smoke rose from the frosted glass door.

   A pale blue flower gradually rose in his hand, icy.

   (end of this chapter)