Ruan Qing'an was slightly taken aback, and Xia Hua also felt a little embarrassed. She coughed and then gave up talking to Ruan Qing'an, turning around and saying, "It's nothing, Xi Jun, you can go to class."
"Aunt Xia is leaving now. Call me if you need anything."
Xia Hua patted Song Xijun on the shoulder, then slung her bag over her shoulder, left home, and prepared to go play with her sisters.
After seeing Xia Hua leave, Song Xijun looked at Ruan Qing'an with a questioning look in her dark eyes, but Ruan Qing'an simply turned her head away and did not speak.
Xia Hua's words were indeed difficult to say to Song Xijun...
I don't know if Song Xijun noticed this, but he had already walked past Ruan Qing'an and arrived at the desk in the bedroom: "What are you standing there for, Ruan Ruan? Aunt Xia has already told you, right? Before you go back to school, I can still tutor you a bit."
"...Last night, did my mom say anything else to you?"
Hearing Ruan Qing'an's hesitant words, Song Xijun knew that she must know the truth. After a moment of silence, he chuckled and said, "It's nothing, Ruan Ruan. I'm your boyfriend, and it's not wrong for me to help you."
Ruan Qingan then nodded: "Okay."
037: [Ancestor, do you believe that?]
"Little System, you believe it?"
Ruan Qing'an answered in her heart, smiling radiantly. 037 couldn't help but shiver. These two were cunning and ruthless.
But while she was being cunning and dating was dating, Ruan Qing'an still had to obediently sit at her desk, open her physics book, and be forced to start studying.
The black ballpoint pen twirled on Ruan Qing'an's almost reflective white fingertips as she propped her head up: "Wooden head, this kind of thing depends on talent. Why do you listen to my mother? Even if you cram before the exam, you won't be able to learn this level of competition questions."
"Therefore, what we need to learn is how to think."
Song Xijun sat down at the table, tapped the surface with his slender fingers, and pointed to the book: "I know your talent, but the real test of talent is the TIP International Physics Competition."
"Ruan Ruan, but what you need to do first is to secure a spot in the national competition, and that requires test-taking skills."
Upon hearing Song Xijun's words, Ruan Qing'an raised an eyebrow slightly, but when he was looked at by Song Xijun's dark eyes, he lowered his head and began to write on some competition questions that Song Xijun had found.
Ruan Qingan also recalled the preliminary selection at school, where he lost to Song Xijun because of a single question.
Although she was distracted by Song Xijun, she was still the strongest mission taker in the Three Thousand Dimensions Administration Bureau. She could fight with a knife and write a masterpiece. Back then, she was at the peak of her career and had never lost to any native of any small world.
Song Xijun has certainly ignited Ruan Qingan's competitive spirit.
The competition questions weren't too difficult, and Ruan Qing'an wrote very quickly, but then a pen reached out and blocked her from writing.
Ruan Qing'an was slightly stunned. Before she could react, a shadow appeared in front of her under the light. Song Xijun's tall and slender figure almost completely enveloped her. His strong arms were supported on either side of her, with his arms slightly bent.
His hands were exceptionally beautiful as he held the pen and wrote on the paper.
"No, your answer is fine, but it doesn't follow test-taking techniques. You won't get points for what you write. Although I wrote less, every step I wrote was a point-scoring point."
As Song Xijun spoke, he realized that Ruan Qing'an hadn't said anything. He turned his head and looked directly at her overly beautiful eyes and brows: "What's wrong? Did something upset you?"
Before he could finish speaking, Ruan Qing'an leaned forward and kissed Song Xijun's lips, his leaden eyes seeming to sparkle with starlight: "No, I just think you're quite handsome, Mu Tou."
Song Xijun raised an eyebrow slightly: "Don't you look good normally?"
"without--"
Before Ruan Qing'an could finish speaking, Song Xijun had already grabbed her sharp chin and kissed her, biting her lips almost like a wild beast; those lips were as soft as clouds.
Just when Ruan Qing'an was almost out of breath, Song Xijun finally released her, his dark eyes swirling with lust: "Listen to my lesson carefully, Ruan."
"Okay, okay, Teacher Song."
She drawled out her words, almost coquettishly, and Song Xijun straightened up slightly, continuing to write on the paper, her voice growing even lower and hoarse: "I'll deal with you later..."
“Keep looking here, Ruan.”
As time passed, Ruan Qing'an's previously carefree and playful attitude gradually subsided, and the techniques Song Xijun had taught her were indeed helpful to her.
Nearly two hours later, the study session finally came to an end, and Ruan Qing'an slowly stretched.
"You blockhead, aren't you going to learn?"
Song Xijun sat on the edge of the bed, glanced at the half of her fair waist that was exposed when she stretched, and said, "No need."
To be precise, he had already achieved considerable academic success in his previous life, so participating in the TIP International Physics Competition now is essentially the same as a max-level expert returning to a beginner's village.
Others go there to compete, he goes there to soak up the atmosphere...
On this point, Ruan Qingan had nothing to say. He shrugged and stood up: "I'll go get a glass of water. Teacher Song has been lecturing for so long, don't you want some water?"
Song Xijun ignored her, and Ruan Qing'an walked towards the bedroom door on her own. But just as she was about to open the door, she was pressed against it by a force that was both firm and gentle.
He protected her well, but then he pressed himself against her from behind and whispered in Ruan Qing'an's ear, "Who wasn't paying attention in class just now, huh? Ruan, classmate."
"Is Teacher Song really that strict?"
Ruan Qing'an softened her voice, acting coquettishly, and subconsciously pushed him, but all her resistance was suppressed. She asked back, "No, blockhead, how come I never realized you were so good at this before?"
Clearly, when she first entered the original owner's body, she could still brazenly lean on Song Xijun's shoulder and make him pick up her high heels.
A smile crept into Song Xijun's eyes: "I wasn't interested in you before, Ruan Ruan, but things are different now."
"Tch, blinded by lust."
Ruan Qingan complained.
Just then, the sound of a lock being opened came from outside the bedroom door, followed by footsteps—
Ruan Chengzhi hurriedly walked in. He had been working at the company for a while when he realized he hadn't brought his USB drive, so he had to rush back.
Ruan Chengzhi searched the living room but found nothing, so he headed towards the bedroom, where he saw Ruan Qing'an's tightly closed door.
Ruan Chengzhi was taken aback, then went over and pushed open the door: "Ruan Ruan, are you still studying? Have you seen Daddy's U—"
The next moment, Ruan Chengzhi's voice came to an abrupt end.
Behind the bedroom door, not only was Ruan Qing'an there, but Song Xijun was also sitting on the bed next to her. It seemed that she had pushed him away in a moment of panic, and Ruan Qing'an's lips were still incredibly red...
Ruan Chengzhi, being a middle-aged man, suddenly turned grim: "Ruan Qing'an, explain yourself clearly! Don't tell me you bit yourself into this!"
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