I Didn't Open the Harem, What Did I Do Wrong?

"If you sleep on the sofa, your waist will be uncomfortable when you wake up the next morning."

"You just promised."

Tong Xu Zhendong leaned forward and stared nervously at Mu Zidu, for fear that he would go back on it.

"I know, I know."

Mu Zidu hurriedly agreed, feeling that Tongsu Zhendong was already a little nervous, and if he repented again, maybe his teacher would really be blackened.

Mu Zidu and Tong Xu Zhendong were sitting on the sofa, each with a cup of tea in front of them, staring at each other.

"Teacher, this is too embarrassing. You don't have to sit here and go about your business."

"No, no!"

This time, Tongsu Zhendong was unexpectedly firm, and his eyes were fixed on Mu Zidu.

"What if you take this opportunity to run away? If that thing comes out..."

Just imagining that scene, Kirisu Mafuyu was frightened.

"Then why don't we do something, it's too boring for two people to do this."

"Do something?"

Tongsu Ma Dong vigilantly tightened his collar, which made Mu Zi very hurt.

"It's too strange to sit here drinking tea without saying a word."

"In that case... let me help you with your weekend homework!"

When it comes to teaching, Tongsu Mafuyu has turned back to the strong iceberg teacher, and she will go back to the room to get her textbooks, teaching materials and pens as she says.

Mu Zidu looked at Kirisu Mayu, who was suddenly so energetic, and felt like he was shooting himself in the foot this time.

As a procrastinator, Mu Zidu always started his homework on the last night of the weekend. He had no desire to start writing on the night just after the weekend.

"Don't sigh, quickly open today's history exercise book, have you written down the homework I left?"

Holding the book in her arms, Tongsu Zhendong stood beside Mu Zidu and urged her, which made her regain her majesty as a teacher. The various things that happened tonight made her feel like she was being raised. Too embarrassing!

"This picture is of the Simuwu Ding, and it must be there in every exam."

"You must also remember the significance of this British Revolution."

"and this....."

Seeing that Mu Zidu was answering the questions and writing down the knowledge in the book, Tongsu Madong watched without blinking.

On the surface, he was still the majestic teacher, but in his heart, Kirisu Mafuyu couldn't help but sigh.

This good-looking face and body, the strokes of the brush are strong, the muscles and bones are strong, and the brush and ink are not warm and dignified.

Some people who like it think this font is majestic and magnificent, and some people who don't like it call this kind of thick brush and ink jokingly called the ink pig.

However, Tongsu Madong really likes this kind of stable and gentle handwriting. It really feels like the words are like people. He ruthlessly complained about the dry girl, but he helped to clean up the room, cook, and now he is also there. Accompany the self-willed and timid self.

"Teacher, what's the matter with this question?"

"Ah?...Ah...uh...let me see..."

Quickly suppressing the thoughts in his mind, Kirisu Madong leaned over and crossed the question with his index finger, thinking about the question in his heart.

"This needs to be answered by analyzing the economic situation of the entire UK at that time..."

. . .

. . . . . .

The hands keep turning and time is passing.

History, Mathematics, Chinese....

"There is only English left. I feel that the learning efficiency is really so efficient for the first time."

Mu Zidu turned the tip of the pen, feeling a little surprised.

"Of course, but I'm helping you."

As a teacher, Mu Zidu's admiration was very useful to her.

"Concentrate, there is still one last door to end."

"Forget this one... I'll go back and write..."

When Tong Xu Zhendong heard these words, she looked at Mu Zidu's face seriously, and she was keenly aware of what was wrong.

"This tone..."

"Could it be that your English is poor...?"

"It's not bad, but I haven't been very good at this subject since I was a child."

"That's bad."

Tongsu Madong felt that he had finally found a weakness in Mu Zidu, and could not wait to experiment.

"How do you say lion dance in English?!"