Powerful Sweet Wife

Chapter 237 He is such a smart person, if he studies hard, he will definitely surpass Pu Yin
Chi Qiong looked at him with piercing eyes: "Why?"

"Because..." Meng Beiye opened his mouth for a long time, and finally stammered, "Because...because I have a good relationship with you."

Chi Qiong smiled and said: "Pu Yin and I have a good relationship, and we are the first in one grade and the second in the other, so we are very destined!"

Meng Beiye immediately lowered his face: "What's so great about being second in grade? Haven't you passed the exam yet?"

He is such a smart person, if he studies hard, he will definitely pass Pu Yin's exam.

Well... definitely can!

Chi Qiong probably guessed the reason for Meng Beiye's anger. Seeing that he was still holding his face, he stopped continuing the topic and said what he wanted to say just now: "I just wanted to say that we always disturb the students in your class at noon During the lunch break, I won’t go to your classroom to make up lessons, and find another empty classroom.”

Meng Beiye's complexion improved a lot. He looked at Chi Qiong and asked dryly, "Then where should we make up?"

"The broadcasting room is idle at noon. I asked Mr. Zhu, you can borrow it for us. There is also a place to rest there, just after the make-up class, you can rest."

Seeing that Chi Qiong had already made the plan, Meng Beiye calmed down and nodded, "It's all up to you."

It can be regarded as calming down Meng Beiye's awkward little thoughts a little, Chi Qiong went back to the classroom to get the test questions and pens she had prepared, got up and walked out.

Qiu Yingyue hurriedly asked, "Where are you going?"

"Make up lessons for Meng Beiye."

Qiu Yingyue opened her eyes wide: "Didn't you have a conflict? Why are you going to make up lessons for him?"

Chi Qiong smiled: "If you have a conflict, you have to make up lessons. I took the money."

When Qiu Yingyue was reminded by Chi Qiong, she realized that Chi Qiong was not a compulsory remedial class, but a real tutor.

So she also nodded: "OK, you go!"

Chi Qiong went out with the test questions, and Meng Beiye was waiting for her outside.

When the two passed by the fifth class classroom, Chi Qiong found that the fifth class students were all looking at them, and their eyes moved with their steps.

Chi Qiong was a little strange, but she just took a look.

When she was some distance away from Class [-], she suddenly heard a voice of relief coming from the classroom of Class [-]: "Wow, I can finally take a lunch break with peace of mind."

"Every time Chi Qiong comes to make up lessons for Meng Beiye at noon, I dare not make a sound."

"I'm still making noise. I dare not even vent my anger. I'm afraid of disturbing them and getting beaten up by Meng Beiye."

"Hahahaha, you are too exaggerated..."

Chi Qiong silently glanced at Meng Beiye, but Meng Beiye walked forward on his own, as if he hadn't heard anything.

This guy is really domineering enough, it is estimated that the entire class five students have been oppressed by him.

The two went to the broadcasting room and saw that the door of the broadcasting room was closed and there was no one inside.

Chi Qiong sat at the free desk and asked Meng Beiye to move a chair over.

The two sat side by side, Chi Qiong took out a pen to outline the test questions, and handed them to Meng Beiye after the outline was completed: "Do these few questions first."

Meng Beiye obediently took the question over, then turned to glance at Chi Qiong.

Chi Qiong was looking at what he was going to talk about today, which was similar to preparing for a lesson.

Meng Beiye wondered, his little girl was more serious than a real teacher!
After Meng Beiye finished the test, he pushed the test questions in front of Chi Qiong. Chi Qiong put down the book and checked carefully, then nodded: "No problem, then I will directly talk about today's content."

Watching Chi Qiong open the book, Meng Beiye lingered on her slender, slender fingers for a while before slowly moving away.

The soft and pleasant voice resounded in the quiet broadcasting room, like the breeze of early summer, soft and palpitating.

(End of this chapter)