Lolita encounters a beautiful man with a black belly: PK my devil school grass

Chapter 202 Turning an Enemy into a Friend (4)

Trembling and sitting opposite Ying Han
Ying Han leaned on the sofa, touched his chin, and stared at me.

He suddenly sneered: "Oh, Mo Siren, do you find it strange? Do you still doubt me until now?"

Ying Han was like a roundworm in my stomach, he hit the spot right away.

After all, he snatched my schoolbag, opened it recklessly, and casually flipped through the books inside.

"Hey, what are you doing!" I yelled excitedly.

He took out a stack of books from the inside and threw it on the table with a "snap".

"Do you just want to improve your grades? Then I will help you now!"

As he said that, Ying Han quickly opened the book and glanced at it hastily.

Then he pushed the book in front of me, pointing to a line of formula written on it.

"Now you spend 3 minutes to write down this formula, and then start doing the questions."

"What? Three minutes? Don't you need to explain it to me?"

I am amazed, is he crazy?

"What? Isn't 3 minutes enough for you? I only had 30 seconds before, and I have been very tolerant to you." He was very calm.

I stared at him dumbfounded: "But, but this is impossible! You haven't started teaching yet!"

He said contemptuously: "There is no need to teach such a simple topic. You need to spend a little time memorizing it, and then you can use it freely."

"But I..."

"Stop talking nonsense! You still have 2 minutes!" He said firmly.

I immediately picked up the book and only glanced at the formula a few times, but I didn't read it completely.

He snatched my book away with a swipe, and raised his beautiful eyebrows proudly: "3 minutes have passed, all right, let's start doing the questions now!"

After all, he magically took out another exercise book from the back, densely packed with questions.

He looked at the words on it indifferently: "Complete this page completely. These topics are similar to the formulas just now. As long as you apply the formulas and use them, there should be no problem."

"What! How is this possible?" I exclaimed.

"Nothing is impossible. They all use the same formula just now. As long as you can use the same formula flexibly, then these will not be a problem at all!" He said with a deadpan expression.

"But I'm not you!" I argued.

There was an evil arc on the corner of his mouth: "If you want to admit that you are worse than me so quickly, I have no objection."

"This..." I was at a loss for words. Is he provoking me?

I looked at him fiercely, but he looked at me so indifferently.Well, I admit that I was provoked by his aggressive method!

"Well!"

After all, I picked up the pen on the table and was about to start writing, when he suddenly grabbed my pen and said, "Slow down."

"What's wrong!" I was very annoyed.

He smiled evilly, and his evil eyes were full of temptation: "How about we make a bet? As long as you can solve a problem, you will win."

"Are you underestimating me?"

He chuckled: "Why, don't you dare to gamble? Don't you even have the confidence to solve a problem?"

"Okay! Then you say, if I can solve a problem and I win, so what?"

"If you win, I will promise you a request. If I win, then you have to promise me a request."

(End of this chapter)