Since I know how many grades Jiujiu is already in, I have a direction to make up for the lessons.

The three teachers quickly got a tutoring direction based on the questions that Jiujiu had wrong.

Because Jiujiu is soft and well-behaved and can learn from one example, she gets along with the three teachers very well.

When Song Ye came back in the evening, Jiujiu was still communicating with the English tutor in English.

Because Nan Xiao's previous identity was a pitiful little man whose parents died and who was living under someone else's roof, Jiujiu did not dare to show off his authentic British accent at all, and his tone of speaking was obviously a standard ordinary person who could only read and write.

The English teacher did not laugh at Jiujiu for his pronunciation, but instead corrected Jiujiu's pronunciation with great care.

Two people, one willing to teach and the other willing to learn, time passes quickly.

By the time Jiujiu and the English teacher came out of the learning atmosphere, more than an hour had passed.

Seeing that Jiujiu had not continued to study, Aunt Li hurriedly brought the evening.

Of course, the English teacher was also taken to the back hall for dinner.

After studying for a day, Jiujiu was already hungry. Looking at the delicious food in front of her, she immediately picked it up and stuffed it into her mouth quickly.

Seeing that Jiujiu, who had been polite in front of him, was voracious and stuffing food into her mouth, Song Ye's first reaction was fresh.

As if he felt Song Ye's gaze, Jiujiu's movement of stuffing food into her mouth froze. She quickly raised her head, and then received Song Ye's gaze with interest, her cheeks turned slightly red, and the movement of stuffing food into her mouth slowed down instantly.

Jiujiu lowered her head, like a child who did something wrong, "I'm so hungry, not intentionally."

"If you are hungry, eat more, no one will grab you."

"Yeah." Jiujiu nodded obediently, and while stuffing food into her mouth slightly, she said in a slight voice, "Mr. Song, today, all my three tutors said that I should be in the third year of junior high school before I lost my memory. When can I go back to school?"

When he said the word "school", Jiujiu's eyes were full of desire.

The desire in Jiujiu's eyes became evidence that she couldn't wait to leave.

Song Ye frowned slightly, but he still followed Jiujiu's words, "The fastest thing is next week, why don't you want to stay here?"

"No, no."

Jiujiu shook her head quickly, looking at Song Ye like a frightened little animal, with a flattering smile on her face, "I don't want to stay here, I just feel like I have nothing to do."

"Uncle He has to manage your food, clothing, housing and transportation every day. Aunt Li is responsible for cooking and cleaning the house. I am the only one. I stay quietly in the house every day and don't have to do anything."

Some people kept shouting that if they could, they would rather lie in bed and eat and wait for death.

However, when you really let yourself die, you will find that your life has no meaning to continue.

A meaningless life is like a pool of stagnant water, without any life.

Jiujiu's answer made Song Ye instantly fall into deep thought.

"I will arrange it as soon as possible."

After receiving a positive answer, Jiujiu smiled at Song Ye and continued to eat.

After dinner, Jiujiu and Song Ye sat for a while before going upstairs to wash and go to bed.

After Jiujiu returned to the house, Song Ye directly asked someone to call the three tutors in front of him.

"What do you think of the lady?"

"Miss is very smart."

This sentence is not flattery, but the truth from the bottom of the heart.

Although Jiujiu was much wrong with the test questions for the third year of junior high school today, they explained them to Jiujiu once in the afternoon, and by the second time, Jiujiu would not make the same mistake.

"I see."

Song Ye waved his hand and asked Butler He to send out the three tutoring teachers.

When Butler He came back, he saw Song Ye rubbing his forehead with his fingers.

Butler He walked up to Song Ye and whispered, "Sir, do you need me to arrange for the lady to go to school as soon as possible?"

Song Ye opened his eyes, his dark pupils glowed with a faint light, "Next Wednesday, I'll take her to school in person."

Butler He looked at Song Ye with surprise.

It is obviously possible to deliver it on Monday, so why do you have to deliver it in person on Wednesday?

Unable to figure out Song Ye’s true intentions, Butler He cleverly chose to shut up.

In the next few days, Jiujiu was making up for the lessons every day.

Occasionally, Song Ye will come back early, so he will guide Jiujiu's English pronunciation aside.

Unlike Jiujiu's poor English pronunciation, Song Ye, who has studied abroad, has extremely standard English pronunciation, with a unique rhythm that makes people feel rippling.

Every time Song Ye finished talking to Jiujiu with a standard Yingyin, he would get Jiujiu's admiration.

As the president of a multinational company, there are naturally many people who admire Song Ye.

But no one's eyes are as clear as water like Jiujiu. You can clearly feel that she admires you because of your excellence, not because of your added value.

Such worship was too pure, which made Song Ye even more moved.

Looking at Jiujiu's pure face, Song Ye thought that it would be great if Jiujiu had been so stupid and stayed by her side without knowing anything.

At this time, Song Ye completely ignored that Jiujiu was a person with his own thoughts.

However, I think in his eyes, the value of Jiujiu's existence is probably that it looks very similar to Chi Xuan. It should be Jiujiu's honor to be Chi Xuan's substitute.

After all, if it weren't for the fact that he looked very similar to Chi Xuan, Jiujiu would have lost her breath on the day of the car accident.

Early on Wednesday morning, Song Ye personally drove Jiujiu to the school and told the principal to take good care of Jiujiu.

The big man Song Ye came here to take care of a little girl.

The principal was flattered and immediately promised that he would take good care of Jiujiu, which made Song Ye absolutely relieved.

Song Ye ordered the principal, looked down at Jiujiu, and said with a gentle look, "I'll pick you up in the afternoon."

Today, Jiujiu was wearing a school uniform, her long black hair was tied into a ponytail by Aunt Li, and her big and round eyes were under her bangs. She stared straight at Song Ye and nodded obediently, "Well, I will wait for the gentleman to pick me up."

Jiujiu's obedience got Song Ye a satisfied smile.

Song Ye rubbed Jiujiu's head like a dog's head, and turned around and left.

Knowing that Song Ye's back could no longer be seen, the principal slowly withdrew his gaze.

Because of Song Ye's intimate attitude towards Jiujiu, the principal did not dare to neglect at all.

After personally taking Jiujiu to the door of the class, arranging seats for Jiujiu, and then instructing the head teacher to take good care of Jiujiu, the principal left uneasy.

When he returned to the office, the principal thought about waiting until noon to pick Jiujiu up to the teacher's cafeteria for dinner.

The deskmate who was the seat arranged by the principal for Jiujiu is named Zhou Chen.
Chapter completed!