He spun around twice, and at the end, he put his hands on the table, leaned over slightly, and said to Mo Qing seriously: "You go back later today, and I will give you a make-up lesson."

"No time."

"What are you going to do?!" Song Yiyuan collapsed. He wanted to grab his hair and become a roaring emperor, but he still restrained himself and said, "You are a student. Besides studying, what else do you want to do?!"

"Read a book."

"What book?" Song Yiyuan was shocked.

Mo Qing took out his cell phone and pulled out the book list for him to read.

They are all books on political science, sociology, medicine, and history. They have nothing to do with the college entrance examination.

Song Yiyuan: "..."

In ancient times, a student like you who was not doing his job would have been imprisoned in a pig cage!

——Oh no, she is an antique to begin with.

*

Song Yiyuan's attempt to retain Mo Qing in the name of "making up lessons" was ultimately unsuccessful.

Mo Qing left his books on the desk in the classroom, took only his school uniform, and left the school accompanied by Song Yiyuan.

Along the way, Song Yiyuan showed the professional ethics of a class teacher and introduced the school, school rules, and study plans to Mo Qing.

Walking to the school gate, Mo Qing glanced at this handsome teacher who could talk like a tree when he closed his mouth. His eyes fell on his well-jointed hands and he lazily said: "Your hands were destroyed because they were too wordy.

?”

As if a switch had been turned, Song Yiyuan froze in place and closed his mouth.

The hand that dropped down was trembling slightly. His fingers were curled up, and his eyes suddenly changed, and a touch of coldness passed by.

"See you tomorrow."

Mo Qing raised his hand and waved, then turned around, leaving a clean silhouette.

Looking at Mo Qing's walking figure, Song Yiyuan suppressed the turbulent emotions in his heart, lowered his head, spread his palms, and his fingertips trembled slightly. Then, he slowly clenched into a fist.

a long time.

Song Yiyuan squinted his eyes and cursed secretly.

grass.

Hoss even told her about his hand being crippled?!

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Chapter completed!