Crazy coquetry in his paranoid arms

Chapter 32 "Why Don't You Like It"

It doesn't matter, Jiang Ye put his hand on the table, shaking it for a while, and for a long while, his fingertips hit the back of Su Yan's chair.

Su Yan paused and turned around.

A pair of clear innocent eyes full of bewilderment looked straight at him.

Jiang Ye lowered his eyes subconsciously.

Hold.

too pure.

"What's up?"

Jiang Ye put the homework on the table and clicked.

Su Yan understood.

It means asking her to help with homework again.

She doesn't want to.

Pursing her lips, Su Yan looked at him and refused: "You write it yourself."

Being rejected, Jiang Ye raised his eyebrows unexpectedly, "Why? Don't you like helping me with my homework?"

She shook her head: "I don't like it."

Jiang Ye approached her, his eyes fell on her fair face, then her delicate neck, and his voice lowered, "Why don't you like it?"

This kind of thing.

There is no reason why.

Zhao Chengcheng at the side was copying his homework and heard the commotion here, and looked over with a playful smile: "Ah Ye, don't bully Banhua all the time."

Jiang Ye was full of ruffianism, pulled his lips, and said with a smile that was not a smile: "Do I have any?"

Obviously it should be a rhetorical question.

But what he said was as speechless as a statement.

Zhao Chengcheng coughed twice.

not talking anymore.

Come on, I can't afford to provoke him, he should just copy his homework honestly.

Su Yan thought for two seconds, considering that this is the villain Jiang Ye, if she gets angry, her end will definitely be difficult, so she took a step back.

"These questions are very simple. You can write them yourself. If you don't understand, you can ask me."

The girl's voice was soft and waxy, with a little bit of insistence, which was a sign of weakness to Jiang Ye.

"Oh." Jiang Ye's eyelashes are very long, curly and squinting, which is the level that girls are envious of. In addition, his eyes are energetic and beautiful, and they are hanging down at the moment, which seems a bit innocent.

Jiang Ye took out the English test paper and glanced at it.

Turning to look at Su Yan's back, wrapped in a large school uniform, her back is straight, she is thin and thin.

The black and smooth hair was bundled behind his head and fell down naturally, and he could faintly smell a fragrance.

Suddenly, his mouth was dry, and Jiang Ye looked away dodgingly.

I borrowed a pen from Zhao Chengcheng.

Zhao Chengcheng was surprised: "Aye, are you going to copy the homework yourself?"

As far as he knew, Jiang Ye hadn't done his homework for many years.

Jiang Ye raised his eyelids and corrected: "It's writing, not copying."

After all, she glanced at him slightly contemptuously.

"?"

Zhao Chengcheng was stunned.

What do you mean, Aye is despising him?
Grass.

It's all homework, what's the difference between writing and copying?Still have a sense of superiority?

It wasn't until Zhao Chengcheng watched with his own eyes that Jiang Ye took a pen and wrote the answer on the blank English test paper that he understood what he meant.

Okay, writing your own homework is called writing.

It is called plagiarism to learn from other people's homework.

A bison hide.

Where does Jiang Ye know it, all in English, pretending to fill in a few multiple-choice questions.

I became a little impatient.

Call Su Yan's name on the back.

Su Yan was reciting the textbook, and was a little annoyed by the interruption, so she turned her head patiently.

Jiang Ye pointed to a question, "I don't understand."

Su Yan glanced out the window, the teacher hadn't come yet.

So he turned around with the book and asked him, "What don't you understand?"

He replied straightforwardly: "I don't understand."

"..." Su Yan frowned slightly, "This is very simple, do you know the meaning of this sentence?"

Jiang Ye frowned and stared for a few seconds, "I don't know."

"what."

Jiang Ye said, "I don't know them."

abcd he will, get together, no one knows anyone.

Maybe they knew Jiang Ye, but Jiang Ye didn't care.

Su Yan opened his mouth, and his eyes fell on the multiple-choice questions he had already written.

Good guy.

All wrong.

　//Jiang Ping's ordinary little genius wild: "Why don't you like it? Wouldn't it be nice to help me with my homework?"

　　
　
(End of this chapter)