I was banned by the Revitalization event.

"I'm here to tutor you in English. Didn't we agree to this at school?"

Qin Luo's English is not good.

This was something Dad specifically asked her to help with.

Helping Qin Luo study hard is not only an expression of gratitude for his help to his brother, but also an essential responsibility for me as a teacher.

"Look, we need to get extra English lessons."

Qin Luo breathed a sigh of relief.

He turned to look at his younger sister and explained the whole story to her.

The truth came out.

The little girl glanced at her brother, then at Jiang Qiaomiao, who was dressed as a teacher and even wore black stockings...

They've actually gone beyond normal interaction and are now playing roles!

"It can't be astringent."

Qin Shi covered her eyes and ran away shyly.

Qin Luo: "..."

Regardless, now that Jiang Qiaomiao has come, Qin Luo should still take her home for a visit; this is the most basic courtesy to a guest.

Qin Shi went to the kitchen to prepare drinks for the two of them.

Lead the girl back to the house.

Qin Luo closed the door and then turned around to look at Jiang Qiaomiao, who was already sitting on the edge of the bed with her lesson plan on her black-stockinged thighs and her beautiful eyes curiously looking around the room.

Today's surprise attack caught him completely off guard...

"Why are you dressed like that?"

Qin Luo pulled over the boss's chair and sat down himself.

Business skirt suit.

This is really not like her.

"Dad said that teachers should look like teachers, and they must dress more formally when giving a lesson alone." Jiang Qiaomiao herself was a little embarrassed, so she gently tugged at her skirt and put her knees together slightly.

Qin Luo was deep in thought.

Are you sure your dad sent you here for tutoring?

Chapter 35 Heavenly Tribulation Sword Immortal

"It's getting late, let's learn some grammar first." Jiang Qiaomiao sat on the edge of the bed, excitedly flipping through her lesson plan and finding an English test paper.

"Wait a minute... how long are you planning to teach me?" Qin Luo couldn't help but ask.

It was just a casual remark.

If Jiang Qiaomiao is really determined to teach him and comes over every weekend, then he won't have any time to cultivate. His Guiyuan Technique realm is already unstable, let alone comprehending the so-called Heavenly Dao.

"I'll teach you for ten hours every day until you get into university."

Jiang Qiaomiao thought for a moment, then clapped her hands happily, "How about you apply to Liaozhou University? We can be alumni!"

Being able to be an alumnus of a powerful being like Taixu is incredibly impressive.

She was still a senior student.

"Don't you cultivate yourself?" Qin Luo asked, bewildered.

“One hour of practice every night is enough.” Jiang Qiaomiao placed her hands on her black-stockinged thighs and blinked.

"Does this training method work?"

"That's why I'm still only at the early stage of Qi Refining after all this time."

Speaking of realm.

Jiang Qiaomiao smiled shyly, swayed slightly, and lowered her gaze as she took out her lesson plans one by one.

“I’ve never been very bright since I was little, and I learn everything very slowly… My father invested a lot of resources in teaching me, and even found a master from the Su family to be my teacher, but I just couldn’t learn. You are a very capable person, even more capable than my brother. Making you happy is my contribution to the Jiang family.”

That's how it is with the children of everyone.

Those with talent and ability have the right to choose their own future. A girl who isn't smart will probably end up marrying into a powerful family and becoming a grain of sand in stabilizing the Jiang family.

Moreover, she was ultimately grateful to Qin Luo.

If he hadn't personally intervened that day and stopped Bi Zhiyi, the evil cultivator who possessed the Phoenix Spirit Artifact would have surely wiped out the Jiang family's two branches, and he himself would probably have died along with the others, never to experience such peaceful and tranquil days again.

The girl smiled sweetly.

Qin Luo originally wanted to say that he wasn't happy at all about learning English.

He simply looked into the girl's eyes.

He suddenly felt that these words were inappropriate and somewhat hurtful.

Qin Luo patted her face, and finally sat down on the edge of the bed just like her, picked up a test paper, and looked at the neat handwriting on it.

"I only study for an hour each day. Studying for too long will affect my efficiency, and my English isn't that bad."

"But I can't even memorize a few words in an hour."

Jiang Qiaomiao said in a low voice.

“Then it will be an hour and a half,” Qin Luo said. “In return, I will guide you in your cultivation. I should have a better understanding of the cultivation techniques than your teacher, which will be of some help to you.”

Is it really possible?

Jiang Qiaomiao's chest trembled slightly; she was somewhat flattered.

He was taught by the Great Master Taixu...

This is an extremely precious opportunity. Even my father was fortunate enough to be taught by the Jiang family's patriarch only because he had amassed a huge fortune for the Jiang family in the business world.

"It's settled then, let's start class."

Qin Luo didn't give Jiang Qiaomiao a chance to object and pointed to a multiple-choice question.

"Let's talk about this first."

……

Xianning, an upscale residential community located by the river, and a girl's small bedroom.

Weekends are for relaxing.

Tang Yi was lying on her small bed, using a game controller to control her character to dodge the charge of a fire bull, and occasionally slashing it once or twice to deplete the monster's health bar.

I don't have to go to any extracurricular classes today, so I can stay home and play all day.

Although I really want to go find Qin Luo.

However, since she was going to his house so frequently, it seemed as if she couldn't forget him, so the little girl decided to wait until at least tomorrow, or at least after nine o'clock, and spend the rest of the time playing games.

She lay face down on the bed.

Gently swaying her feet, which were covered in white socks.

At this time.

Someone knocked on her bedroom door and then pushed it open a crack.

"Yiyi? Playing games again?"

She was a short woman wearing a casual sweater. She wasn't particularly beautiful, but she had a gentle demeanor and was holding a plate of sliced ​​oranges.

"I've finished my homework, and Dad says I can play now," Tang Yi said.

"It's so boring staying at home. With such nice weather, why don't you go out and play with your boyfriend, or invite him over for a visit?"

The woman put down the fruit and looked out the window.

It's a beautiful sunny day.

Tang Yi's small hand trembled slightly, causing her to misposition and be instantly killed by the fire bull.

She pursed her lips, looking at the woman with annoyance.

"mom!"

"What's there to be ashamed of? It's a good thing that you're so sensible at such a young age. Just don't do anything outrageous before you grow up." The woman said with a smile, then leaned close to Tang Yi, put her arm around her shoulder and whispered, "Can you secretly tell Mom how old he is and what his name is? I won't tell Dad."

"I have nothing to do with him!" Tang Yi blushed and turned her head away.

"That's strange. He swore to me that he was your boyfriend," Tang's mother said thoughtfully, nodding her chin.

"It's just him liking me unconditionally. I would never like him. He's a bad guy, a scoundrel, a pervert, a rapist, a liar..."

She broke free from her mother's hand.

Tang Yi immediately lay down on the small bed, grabbed the feather pillow next to her, and hid her head.

He stole her cultivation and tricked her into marrying him...

That's absolutely awful!

"I don't like it at all," Tang Yi repeated sullenly.

"Is that child really such a terrible person? Judging from his voice, I thought he was a very gentle child." Tang's mother was a little surprised, looking at Tang Yi's little legs that were slightly raised one in front of the other.

"You can know a person's face but not their heart. How can you tell someone's gentleness just from a phone call?"

Under the pillow.

Tang Yi hummed softly, her body swaying slightly.

“You can tell just by listening, that’s probably your mother’s best quality,” Tang’s mother said softly, smiling as she handed her daughter a slice of orange and gently cupped her chin.

“Mom and Dad met because they dialed the wrong number. Mom has never made a mistake in judging people. Last week, when he called me for the first time, I could tell that he must be a good kid and that he must care about you a lot.”

"Did he call you last week?"

The little girl's ears twitched, and she moved the pillow slightly away.

How could she not know?