Rong Shiyi didn’t think there was anything wrong with this. When two people went out together, wouldn’t rounding be a date?

But the head teacher of Class 1 obviously didn't think so. She just looked at Rong Shiyi with a complicated expression and walked away with the lecture notes.

Rong Shiyi didn't know why she looked at her like this, but he didn't care about it, and just continued to lower his head to play with his pleasure.

A few minutes later, Rong Shiyi said "tsk" a little impatiently.

"What's wrong?"

Just when Rong Shiyi was upset, Song Ci's voice sounded near him.

The man leaned slanted against the wall, carrying his schoolbag on one shoulder, and looked at him expressionlessly.

"Give it a little bit."

Rong Shiyi was probably annoyed by this quarrel and threw her phone into Song Ci's arms.

Song Ci raised her eyes and said with a smile:

"Please?"

Rong Shiyi rolled her eyes: "Please."

"Insincere."

"How can you teach me sincerely?"

"Call me brother?"

"You can enjoy a fun and still make a price? I won't need you anymore, give it to me!"

Rong Shiyi was about to grab his cell phone, but Song Ci took a step back while holding up the cell phone, and while looking at the screen, he was circling to avoid Rong Shiyi's hand.

By the time Rong Shiyi got his phone back, his game had already passed the three-star full mark.

"Thank you, patron, I have recorded this account and I will pay it back in the future."

"Also brings forced buying and selling??"

Song Ci looked at him with a smile, then paused and moved towards Su Jinyou behind Rong Shiyi.

Rong Shiyi noticed his gaze and looked over, but she didn't expect that Su Jinyou was still behind her:

"Is there anything else?"

Su Jinyou was already stunned and came to her senses when she was asked.

Her eyes were a little dull and she grinned subconsciously:

"Ah, it's okay, nothing."

After saying that, she turned around tickles and even turned the two steps before leaving.

"Come with her?"

Song Ci asked casually.

"Yes." Rong Shiyi put the tea leaves sent by Su Jinyou into his schoolbag. Song Ci caught a glimpse. He remembered that this was the tea leaves that Su Jinyou held in his hand yesterday morning.

"Rong Shiyi, isn't he not accepting things given by others?"

"This time it's different, this is..." Rong Shiyi said halfway, feeling something was wrong:

"Hiss, what's your business?"

Song Ci smiled coldly, and Rong Shiyi knew that when this man had such an expression, the next sentence would definitely not be a good thing that would make him happy:

"It's not OK to ask, butter is not flammable, why are you just taking a slight slap?"

"you!"

Finished, being taken.

In order to prevent Song Ci from continuing, Rong Shiyi chose to shut up wisely.

He followed Song Ci silently and was taken to the library all the way.

Rong Shiyi was thinking all the way that Song Ci had invented a new way to torture him, until Song Ci found an empty table in the corner of the library, then naturally put down his schoolbag and took out his homework.

Rong Shiyi was a little surprised: "You asked me to be a book boy for you?"

Song Ci thought about it:

"How can you think of me so much? I want you to study hard, so today, it's difficult to recite the Shu Road?"

"Are you sick? I didn't even bring my Chinese documents."

"It's easy to say." When Song Ci found a piece of paper from his bag, he buried his head in writing for a while, and then pushed the paper to Rong Shiyi, a complete article "The Road to Shu" had been silently written on it, and several of the rare words were even thoughtfully inscribed in pinyin.

Rong Shiyi picked it up and took a look:

"It's difficult to Shu Road? That's because Li Bai has never seen you. It's difficult to serve Song Ci than to the sky."

He glanced at it, then raised his eyes and sighed:

"Song Ci, why can't you let me go?"

Song Ci didn't raise her eyes, but shrugged:

"Maybe it's because I like strawberry cream."

"Okay!"

Rong Shiyi didn't bother much, he generously patted the paper:

"Since this is the last thing Song Pai Pi has to squeeze the little slave, I won't care about you anymore. I will bear it, but you need to be gratified until tomorrow. I'm going to work now."

"Isn't the barbecue at 10 o'clock in the evening? It's only six-thirty now."

"I have to go to the convenience store to help from 7:00 to 9:30."

"Tsk."

"The eldest young master doesn't understand the world of Xiao Rong, a worker." Rong Shiyi folded the paper seriously and emphasized very badly:

"Oh, from now on, you are in Class 1 and I am in Class 1, and you will probably not meet again. We are people from two worlds, presidents, let's be at peace with each other."

Rong Shiyi's eyes and eyebrows were all visible to the naked eye, like a puppy with only wagging his tail. After seeing it, Song Ci looked at it, he wanted to speak but stopped for a moment.

He seemed to want to say something, but he didn't want to ruin Rong Shiyi's interest, and finally he just smiled and nodded:

"Okay, then I wish you... happiness every day."

"I will do it without you."

Rong Shiyi waved to Song Ci and walked away with her schoolbag on her back.

He has always been a person who says what he says. Since he promised Song Ci to memorize the text, he even memorized it in a convenience store, which made the store manager look strange and even thought that Rong Shiyi was a serious and hardworking good student, which made Rong Shiyi feel embarrassed.

Even in the middle of the night, Rong Shiyi was supposed to be lying on the bed and sleeping, but thanks to Song Ci's blessing, he was still turning on the desk lamp and memorizing the hateful classical Chinese.

He originally thought that he could memorize this thing in an hour, but the facts proved that he was thinking too much.

Rong Shiyi rubbed her hair irritably and wanted to read the article again, but after reading it halfway, his mind drifted away elsewhere.

If you should say it, the word Song Ci is very beautiful.

Rong Shiyi held his chin with one hand, picked up the paper and looked closer. Then he found a piece of paper from his desk, and then copied it according to the words of Song Ci.

Rong Shiyi's handwriting is not good-looking and can't even be neat. At this time, he can learn a 70-80-eight-eight-eight-eight-eight-eight-eight-eight-eight-eight-eight-eight-eight-eight-eight-eight-eight-eight-eight-eight-eight-eight-eight-eight-eight-eight-eight-eight-eight-eight-e

"Xiao Yi, what are you doing?"

Just as Rong Shiyi was writing carefully, someone suddenly knocked on his door twice, and then Rong Zhiqing brought a plate of fruit in.

Rong Shiyi was so scared that she trembled. She hurriedly took a few pieces of paper on the table together, and then pressed her elbow to show Rong Zhiqing.

"Look at it." Rong Zhiqing smiled and put down the fruit plate. After seeing that Rong Shiyi still had no intention of getting up, she sighed and pretended to be sad:

"Sure enough, the child has grown up and there are little secrets that my mother won't see."

"No, no, no." Rong Shiyi surrendered and obediently gave the paper to Rong Zhiqing.

Rong Zhiqing took it with a smile and took a look, her eyes a little stunning:

"Is this written by your classmate? The handwriting is really good."

Rong Shiyi was unhappy now, like a dog hook asking for praise:

"Look at me, I wrote it too, isn't it good?"

"It looks good." Rong Zhiqing nodded:

"Is it my homework today?"

"No, I didn't bring the Chinese textbook. He silently asked me to memorize the text." Rong Shiyi's tone was full of disgust.

"That's how it is." Rong Zhiqing gave a little difference:

"Is it the one I watched the movie last time?"

"It's him."

“Is it omega?”
To be continued...