Today it was Zhaozhao and Shen Xinghe's turn to clean the classroom. After school, they did not rush to leave.

After Zhaozhao taught Shen Xinghe a few math problems, the two began to clean.

"Let me sweep the floor." Shen Xinghe volunteered.

After Zhao Zhao wiped the blackboard and the windows, he saw that the young master was still sweeping the floor, so he took the trash can and went to take out the garbage.

The colors of autumn are becoming more and more obvious on campus. The roads are covered with yellow fallen leaves. Except for the senior high school building, there are no other students in the entire school during school hours.

It was so quiet that one could hear the rustling of leaves. The air was filled with the fresh scent of grass and trees. The wind brought the melodious sound of a piano, which became clearer and clearer. Zhao Zhao looked up and realized that the front was the vocal music building.

He used the piano music as accompaniment and continued forward with his trash can. By chance, he glanced through the window of the piano room and saw a young man playing the piano solemnly under the white light.

It’s Ye Lan.

Zhao Zhao didn't stop, but walked a distance away. Then, he heard the sound of a door being pushed open and a familiar shout behind him.

"Brother Ye, the music sheet you wanted!"

Xie Zian didn't see him, and Zhao Zhao paused slightly.

He thought that Xie Zian no longer had much communication with Ye Lan.

.....Zhao Zhao closed her eyes. At this time, the senior high school students had already started classes, but Xie Zian appeared here again. He had quite a lot of free time!

.....

This time they returned home late, so Shen Xinghe asked the driver to take Zhaozhao home.

Zhao Zhao refused Shen Xinghe's request to visit his home, turned around, closed the door, and went upstairs in one go.

Shen Xinghe looked at his receding figure again, feeling very depressed: "We are so familiar with each other, but you still treat me so coldly."

The narrow road was bumpy and the car body suddenly shook. Shen Xinghe's body involuntarily fell to one side, and with a "bang" sound, his forehead hit the car window heavily.

"Fuck, Uncle Wang, what are you doing?"

A voice came from the driver's seat: "Sorry, Master, a child suddenly jumped out on the road just now, and I didn't pay attention for a moment."

Shen Xinghe rubbed his head and looked at the messy environment outside the window. He felt depressed and said, "Forget it, let's go."

Shortly after returning home, he and Zhao Zhao did their homework together again. About two hours later, the other party sent a message: "Zhao Zhao: I have something to do. You should do your homework first. If you don't understand, I will teach you when we get back to school."

[Shen Xinghe: It’s so late, what’s the matter?] He habitually tries to find a topic.

[Zhao Zhao: Part-time job.]

After that, the other party did not reply. Shen Xinghe looked out the window, sighed, and felt even worse.

Just at this moment, there was a knock on the door, three very regular knocks.

"Come in." Shen Xinghe turned his head and saw that it was indeed Shen Chilin.

The handsome face softened a little after seeing him doing his homework.

"Is there anything wrong?" Shen Xinghe supported his chin and looked up at him.

Chen Chilin: "Your monthly exam is coming up soon. How are you doing?" He learned that Shen Xinghe's team leader usually didn't like to talk much, so he was worried about their teaching situation.

Upon hearing this, Shen Xinghe immediately raised the corners of his mouth, his eyes seemed to be shining: "You are learning very well, mainly because of Xie Huaizhao's good teaching."

"Look, I can do all these math problems."

He pointed to the two interview papers and showed them to Shen Chilin, looking very proud.

This is the result of Zhao Zhao’s hard work for a day, but for a normal person, the efficiency is quite low. However, who says Shen Xinghe is not a normal person?

Seeing Shen Xinghe's visibly happy face, Chen Chilin naturally gave him a gentle smile: "Not bad."

This younger brother has poor comprehension in mathematics, and no one in the family is willing to tutor him. Even the teachers they hired have left several times. Now Xie Huaizhao can't help but see hope for his younger brother's success.

Shen Xinghe smiled, and Shen Chilin smiled: "How about asking him to be your little teacher again?"

Shen Xinghe's heart moved: "How much should I pay him? If I give him less, I will feel it's not worth it for him."

Chen Chilin knocked his head and said, "You're not so good at this." But it was obvious that his younger brother liked the boy named Xie Huaizhao very much.

The boy's grades were indeed very good, and his tutoring had some effect on Shen Xinghe's math, so he generously said, "Invite him to your house after school this afternoon for tutoring. You can decide the tuition yourself, and I'll reimburse you later."

The family is not short of money, the only thing they lack is a good teacher who can teach Shen Xinghe mathematics.

After Shen Chilin left, Shen Xinghe immediately sent a message to Zhao Zhao, but there was no reply. Thinking that he might be doing a part-time job, he did not rush for his reply.