The noble evil young lady

His expression changed, he ignored my question, and looked at my homework again.

I obviously didn't intend to let him go, I moved closer to his face, because of the lesson I learned on the sofa before, I didn't dare to get too close, this distance is just enough to observe his expression carefully and withdraw when he launches an attack The golden position of opportunity, looking seriously into his eyes.

"Miyamoto-kun, please answer my question!"

Miyamoto continued to remain silent.

"Miyamoto-kun, if you don't answer me again, I will have to imagine myself. You must know that girls have rich imaginations."

Miyamoto-kun, this is the first time I call him that. . .

He raised his head slowly, raised his eyebrows, and said, "Then imagine what I want you to be mine?"

"Adversary!" I replied loudly without thinking.

"You're so smart..." Miyamoto He's eyes dimmed.

I smiled heartlessly, "Hey, Miyamoto-kun, I'm very smart!"

A few hours have passed, and Miyamoto He has told me all the questions that I have done wrong and that I can’t do. There are only a few questions that I can’t do. Helpless, my level is too low, and some questions have to be used university knowledge.

But the only thing I'm surprised about is that Miyamoto He can do all the questions even though he is a sophomore in high school.

After thinking for a long time, I finally figured it out, this is just the Creator's eccentricity.

"Okay, let's eat!" Miyamoto He invited me after finishing everything on the table.

As soon as I heard it, my heart was already happy, and I finally didn't have to eat instant noodles when I went home!Whoa!

"Don't eat so violently, you're not a starving ghost." Miyamoto He held the bowl and looked at me with a disgusted face as I ate like a wild beast.

At this time, who cares about the image of a lady, it's already eight o'clock in the evening, and I'm almost starving.

The dishes cooked by Miyamoto are really delicious, that kind of feeling is a very kind feeling, probably the so-called "mother's taste" is like this!I have never tasted the meals made by my mother, because my mother died of illness when I was just sensible.For so many years, I have only eaten meals cooked by my nanny and my father, but their craftsmanship is not as good as Miyamoto's.

But I still have to remind him, when I tried to swallow my last bite of food, I let it go, "Miyamoto He, don't tell others about my eating habits! Otherwise my image will be ruined."

"Don't worry!" Miyamoto looked at me, lowered his head and whispered, "Only I can see your eating..."

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Miyamoto's children's shoes are so cute, what will happen next?Another update will be uploaded at four o'clock this afternoon. . .