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Chapter 282 Why don't you go grab it

He couldn't help being a little excited. For her, studying was harder than killing her. Now, because of his words, she was determined to learn well.

How could this not impress him?
His girl finally knew how to think for him and how to take care of his face.

He said in a hoarse voice, "Just do your best."

"Not good." Tong Xiaoman shook her head without even thinking about it. She promised him that he would pass the exam. If she couldn't even do this kind of thing, how could she come out to mess around.

Mr. Nalan, who had no idea what she was thinking at all, really thought that she was working so hard for him, and secretly decided that he must teach her.

So, under the ulterior motives of each other, the very violent tutoring began.

Mr. Nalan held the ruler and pointed at the line in the exercise book. He had already explained the example problems N times in detail, resisted the urge to vomit blood, and asked through gritted teeth, "You little barbarian, do you understand?"

Tong Xiaoman looked at the handsome face covered with black lines, and carefully chose his words: "I know only a little."

With a slap, the ruler fell heavily on the desk, it was so scary, Nalanche stared at her: "Will it be or not?"

Tong Xiaoman stretched out his hand and scratched his head, and said with embarrassment: "It seems to be possible, but it seems not to be. Why is this here? Shouldn't it be like this there? But after calculation, the answer is wrong..." Her voice became more and more serious. Keep your voice down, the more you talk, the more guilty you become.

"Are you sure you are listening to me?" Mr. Nalan grabbed the ruler, his handsome face twisted, and he stared at her ferociously.

Tong Xiaoman swallowed a mouthful of saliva with a guilty conscience. She was listening, but the kind that went in from one ear to the other and came out from the right. She secretly glanced at him, with such a terrifying look on her face, she felt that she had better not tell the truth, lest she He was so angry that he vomited blood, she nodded, and said guiltyly: "Yes, I am listening."

He believed that she was the only one with ghosts, teaching her would be better than teaching primary school students.

Nalanche threw the ruler on the table, put his hands on the desk in front of her, and slowly approached her with his upper body.

His eyes were so dark and cold that he wanted to kill her.

His handsome face stopped less than an inch away from her, and his cold and terrifying black eyes tightly grasped hers, and his deep voice sounded slowly: "Little Barbarian, let's make a deal."

"What deal?" His face was so close to her, his domineering aura robbed all the air around her.

Nalan Che stared at her, and after a long silence, he said, "If you pass the final exam, the 50 you owe me will be regarded as a reward for you."

When Tong Xiaoman heard the words, his clear eyes lit up, and he couldn't believe it: "I don't have to pay back the money?"

When did this capitalist become so talkative?
"I say one thing and one thing." I'm afraid that this is the only way to really arouse her self-motivation, Nalan Che thought to himself.

"Okay, deal." Tong Xiaoman said straightforwardly.

"Don't worry too much. If you fail one subject in the final exam, I will charge interest, five percent interest."

There was an unfathomable smirk on Nalan Chejun's face.

"What, five percent interest? Damn, why don't you grab it." Tong Xiaoman stared at him, and she just said, how can a capitalist be so talkative.

"I just want to snatch you." The smile on Nalan Che's face became more and more foxy, "Are you going to pick it up or not?"

Five cents interest is simply a vampire, but if she wins, she won't have to work hard to collect money to pay off the debt.

How many decades can there be in life, if you don't give it a try, how do you know you can't do it?

(End of this chapter)