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Speaking of this, Jiang Baiqian was a little envious, "This child is a bit rebellious. He didn't like to listen to me a long time ago, and he always keeps his thoughts to himself and never tells me honestly."

Don’t you have any idea why it’s like this... Han Zhou forced a smile: "Young people of this age are like this. I was also quite rebellious in high school, haha."

"That's right, rebellion is only temporary." Jiang Baiqian sighed, as if comforting herself, "I think Xia Xia will understand my painstaking efforts in the future."

Han Zhou didn't say anything. He really didn't know what to say. Does this guy really not think there is anything wrong with his educational methods?

But Jiang Baiqian still had something to say.

"Teacher Xiao Han, can I ask you for a favor?"

There is one thing I want to explain. I will not deliberately write the trigger prompts for each daily task in the future, nor will I often look at the panel or something, so as not to be accused of watering the word count. In addition, sometimes the characters' words contain keywords, and I may not be able to notice and point them out. This is a small bug, but the daily tasks will still be done every day. It's not that I won't do it, but I won't spend time and effort to write about this process. You can assume that it can be completed after meeting, but the daily tasks of new characters will be mentioned more.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 86 It’s time to admit that you are a gigolo

The time soon came to twelve o'clock.

As usual, Jiang Baiqian did not stay at home at noon today. She prepared lunch in advance before mealtime. When she saw that it was almost time, she went out carrying her expensive small shoulder bag.

To be honest, Han Zhou still doesn't know why Jiang Baiqian went out. It doesn't look like she was going to work at all. If he asked now, Mo Yixia would probably tell him, but he was too lazy to ask.

"You were alone with my mother for about ten minutes. What did she say to you?"

Mo Yixia brought the hot food to the table, took off her mask, sat down slowly, looked at Han Zhou opposite her quietly for a moment, then picked up the chopsticks.

Seeing this guy eating heartily while holding his bowl and not answering her question, she said calmly, "Do you really think of yourself as a glutton?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't have breakfast today, I'm already starving."

Han Zhou made unclear sounds, and although he said sorry, he didn't look embarrassed at all.

My character in this family is a glutton, so what's wrong with eating more?

Previously, for the sake of his health, he had always had a very regular schedule and basically ate three meals a day on time. As a result, his stomach had developed a habit and would feel hungry if he skipped a meal. Now he just wanted to fill his stomach.

Mo Yixia looked down at her empty bowl and sighed, "I understand that you are hungry, but why can't you add another bowl for me while you add more rice for yourself?"

Han Zhou stopped what he was doing and asked in confusion, "Help you? Don't you usually add more food by yourself? You don't even want my help. But the one time I helped you, you weren't happy."

He was deeply impressed by this incident.

Mo Yixia said calmly, "The past is the past, and the present is the present. We should look at things from a developmental perspective. And if I'm not mistaken, my mother should have given you a big raise. This will be your service fee for obeying my orders in the future."

Han Zhou was stunned for a moment and felt suspicious, but he did not refuse. He put down his bowl and was about to help the other party get more rice, but the latter had already stood up and started.

Mo Yixia thrust the rice spoon into the rice fiercely, adding rice while reminding: "Remember to be more proactive next time."

Han Zhou wondered, "It's fine to be more proactive, but how do you know your mother gave me a raise?"

Is this guy a god?

"Because you looked very excited when you returned to the study. This excitement was exactly the same as when you heard the salary conditions offered by my mother. You couldn't hide the feeling of being successful."

Han Zhou knew that Mo Yixia could interpret micro-expressions, but he didn't believe that she was so good that she could even see such a thing, and the second half of the sentence was obviously nonsense.

He was a little puzzled just now. He was just a temporary tutor and he didn't get any performance bonus like office workers. Even if Mo Yixia's grades improved, Jiang Baiqian wouldn't give him a salary increase. But now he figured it out.

He asked in confusion: "It should be you who mentioned to your mother about giving me a raise, otherwise she wouldn't have thought of this all of a sudden, so you said it was your service fee..."

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that this was the truth.

Mo Yixia lowered her head and refused to admit it: "I saw it."

"How did you know that?" Han Zhou asked.

"You can see it with your eyes."

Han Zhou was amused: "Your mouth is quite stubborn."

Mo Yixia paused, looked up at him, touched her rosy lips with chopsticks, and then lowered her head: "It's soft, do you want to try it?"

Han Zhou almost spit out the food in his mouth. He was instantly confused. Why did it feel like the "attack power" of this guy's nonsense had increased?

Before he could speak, Mo Yixia pushed the fish in front of her over as usual and asked, “Do you know why I asked my mother to give you a raise?”

"Didn't you just admit it?"

Mo Yixia pretended not to hear and continued, "Because I think you seem to be quite poor, this money is my gift to you as a breakup fee. In this way, even if you eventually lose me, you will never be able to eat soft rice from me again, and you won't have to go back to the past life of picking up garbage for a living. How about it, are you touched?"

"I have never lived a life of freeloading and garbage collection..."

Han Zhou's face darkened, "Also, your money is quite flexible, you can pay for the service fee when you break up..."

But he was a little touched in his heart, and said helplessly, "Don't make a fuss. I think the current situation is actually okay. Although your mother wants to take you away, she is probably still struggling. She asked me to talk to her because she wanted me to test your attitude and see if you have any thoughts of leaving. So she should still care about your opinion on this matter."

Mo Yixia shook her head: "I just care more about it now, because my mother hasn't gotten a reason from my father that is enough to make her firm in her determination. Once she thinks it is necessary for me to leave, my opinion will be irrelevant."

Han Zhou also guessed that this would happen, and said thoughtfully: "So what we have to do now is very clear, that is, before your father gives a reason, we should give your mother a reason to make up her mind not to leave. Once she stands on our side, you don't have to worry about leaving."

"That's the theory."

Mo Yixia said, "But it's not easy to find a reason that can impress her, and it's also very difficult to put forward the reason in a logical way."

The two had already discussed a similar topic yesterday and had thought of a solution. Now they were just reviewing the key points and difficulties of the matter, so Han Zhou did not continue.

But he suddenly felt something strange: "Speaking of which, what reason could your father have that was so important that your mother agreed to let you transfer schools at this critical juncture of your senior year?"

Mo Yixia shook her head: "I don't know, if I know, I don't have to worry so much."

The two of them conspired while eating and also practiced ventriloquism for a while. After dinner, they returned to the study to continue studying.

It’s not quite appropriate to call it learning.

Mo Yixia doesn't like eating fish, but she likes to slack off. In the past, she pretended to be a poor student and pretended to study hard in front of Han Zhou. But now that the truth has been revealed, she simply doesn't even pretend. From beginning to end, she just completed the exercises that needed to be checked by Jiang Baiqian, and then began to slack off lazily, chatting with Han Zhou by the way.

Han Zhou also saw the hidden nature of this guy, and he wanted to laugh in his heart. He wanted to teach this guy a few words so that she was talented and not too lazy, but when he thought of waiting for four o'clock to leave by himself, this guy He felt a little unbearable to be alone in the study, even touching fish.

Even if the effort she showed was forced, this guy had been working hard for a long time and it was worth a break. He first carefully checked the exercises she had completed, and when he saw that all the questions were correct, he let her go.

It's great to be able to answer all these questions correctly. It's okay to slack off occasionally, as it's a good combination of work and rest.

The content of their conversation today was very diverse, but the topic was mainly focused on Han Zhou. Mo Yixia expressed her desire to know more about him, and no one knew what she was planning.

Time never makes people happy. It is extremely rebellious. When you want it to pass slowly, it will speed up and rush forward. When you want it to speed up, it will start to slack off.

Time soon came to four o'clock. Mo Yixia did not forget what she said in the morning. She found a white T-shirt from the big closet in the bedroom and gave it to Han Zhou.

The T-shirt was very new and had not been worn much. Han Zhou took it and looked at it again and again. It was indeed a good match for men and women. It felt very comfortable to the touch. He couldn't help but ask, "This shirt shouldn't be cheap, right?"

"I don't remember, it should be around two or three thousand, not expensive."

Mo Yixia spoke casually. Perhaps only at this moment could Han Zhou remember that this girl who ran around in school uniform all day was actually a wealthy woman who owned a residential complex.

"Isn't this expensive? To be honest, they are the same clothes, I really don't understand why some of them can be sold so expensively, so I don't dare to wear them..."

Han Zhou was amazed. Comfortable clothes were enough for him. Even if he had money, he would not pursue luxury. He wondered, "But this dress is obviously too big for you. Why did you buy such a dress?"

Mo Yixia said calmly: “I buy clothes according to the season. I buy a lot at a time and I don’t take it too seriously when choosing, so I always buy clothes that don’t fit.”

Is this how rich people shop... Han Zhou secretly clicked his tongue and said, "I believe you have a lot of clothes, but I remember you always wear school uniforms and never wear other clothes. Is there any special reason?"

He had wanted to ask this question for a long time, and it was listed as one of the three major problems in his mind, along with masks and baseball caps.

Mo Yixia said calmly: “I stay at home all day and wear the same thing. I don’t like to dress myself up, and for me, wearing school uniforms is more comfortable, which also fits my image of a pure high school girl.”

After a pause, she continued, "But if you really want to see me wearing nice clothes, that's not impossible. I heard that you guys like black..."

"Stop it, stop it."

Seeing that this guy was getting more and more outrageous, Han Zhou quickly interrupted her and asked cautiously, "Can I really wear this dress? There are no additional conditions, right?"

He was afraid that this guy would try to make some kind of exchange.

"Don't worry, this is what we agreed on this morning. I will also explain it to my mom. You can trust me."

Seeing Mo Yixia's promise, Han Zhou finally felt relieved. He ran to the bathroom to put on the T-shirt and found that it unexpectedly fit him well. He looked at himself in the mirror and found that it was quite suitable for him.

He walked out of the bathroom, found a bag and put the flowered shirt he had just changed into, and said, "Thank you. I'll leave first, and I'll wash the clothes and bring them back to you tomorrow."

"No need." Mo Yixia shook her head and said, "I won't wear clothes that have been worn by others, so I'll give this dress to you."

"How does this work?"

Han Zhou's expression changed. He couldn't afford such expensive clothes. "If you mind this, just say so earlier."

Mo Yixia looked into his eyes and said, "Don't think too much about it. I planned to give you this dress from the beginning. I know it will be your birthday in a while. If I'm gone by then, this will be a birthday gift for you in advance."

"And if we can meet again at that time, it will be regarded as a thank you gift these days, and the birthday gift is not counted."

Han Zhou was stunned. He was not curious about why Mo Yixia knew his birthday, but he did not expect that she would suddenly think of giving him a gift.

Was this something you had thought of long ago?

"Why, do you think such a gift is too perfunctory?" Mo Yixia asked.

Han Zhou let out a long breath and joked, "It's indeed perfunctory. If it were money, I might be happier."

"Thank you. I'll accept this gift." He smiled bitterly. "But you're too mean. You said we can meet again. You're playing the emotional card. It makes me want to take the princess back at all costs."

He touched his T-shirt.

Seeing that Han Zhou accepted her feelings, Mo Yixia seemed to smile: "Now you should admit that you are a gigolo."

Han Zhou's face turned dark and he opened the door and was about to leave.

"correct."

Mo Yixia suddenly called him.

"I've worn this dress once and haven't washed it yet. Don't take it home and smell it."

Han Zhou originally thought that this guy had something important to say, but his face turned even darker when he heard this.

"besides."

Mo Yixia called him again.

He stopped again and turned back helplessly.

Next to the shoe cabinet, a girl wearing a mask and a baseball cap waved gently.

"See you tomorrow."

Han Zhou was stunned for a moment, then his expression softened a bit, and he also waved his hand: "See you tomorrow."