After rebirth, they all moved into my house.

When he walked into the house, he found a fragrance in the house. It was obvious that Gu Jiuyi was making lunch.

Walking into the kitchen, she was wearing a cute pink apron today, her long silver hair was tied into a single ponytail, her eyes were bright, her skin was fair,

The fan used to exhaust oil smoke was humming, and the kitchen was a little hot, which dispelled the cold wind that Lu Yuan felt when he returned.

Lu Yuan looked at today's ingredients. Miss Gu wants to eat hot pot today?

"You're back?" Gu Jiuyi looked back when she heard footsteps. It was Lu Yuan wearing sportswear and a sports jacket. She asked with a smile.

"Well, is today's meal enough?" After Lu Yuan relaxed, he suddenly felt tired. "I'm a little tired. I want to eat more."

"It's okay, I cooked a lot of rice. If that doesn't work, I also bought some bread." Gu Jiuyi took out some bread she bought from the supermarket downstairs, which seemed to be prepared by Zaoyou.

"Then please."

Lu Yuan was very grateful to Gu Jiuyi for helping him share the cooking work when he returned home. After all, if it were him, when he was tired, he would just think about eating and would not ask for help.

"By the way, the water heater broke this morning. Is anyone coming to fix it?" Lu Yuan asked casually. "But today is Saturday, so they shouldn't be working, right? I wonder how long I have to wait."

Hearing this, Gu Jiuyi suddenly remembered what happened this morning, and how she had been honest with him in that drenching environment...

Instantly, Gu Jiuyi couldn't help but tremble. She almost cut her fingers while cutting vegetables. Steam seemed to come out of her head. Her fair skin was now stained with red. She said coquettishly:

"It's fixed! Stop asking!"

"Huh? Oh!"

Lu Yuan didn't understand why Gu Jiuyi's mood suddenly changed, so he quickly left the kitchen and ran to the bathroom to take a shower.

After taking a shower, Gu Jiuyi had almost finished processing the ingredients. Lu Yuan estimated the time and sorted out the housework. Not long after, the doorbell rang. Lu Yuan went to the entrance to open the door. Standing at the door was Xu Ruolin.

"Come in, we're having hot pot today."

"Great, cold weather is perfect for hot pot."

The girl in the white dress smiled with her dimples showing.

"Where is Yu Han?" Gu Jiuyi came to the restaurant with dishes and chopsticks, and asked in confusion as he looked at the two people who walked in.

"She seemed to say that she had something to deal with, so she had lunch at school." Lu Yuan said after thinking for a moment.

"That's it."

The hot pot was bubbling, and everyone was enjoying the aroma of the soup base.

There are some stir-fries and several plates of hot pot side dishes on the side, such as lotus root, potato chips, enoki mushrooms, cabbage, and kelp.

Gu Jiuyi seemed to be particularly exaggerated and asked someone to send high-quality ingredients such as M9+ beef slices from the restaurant.

I have to say, only she can use ingredients of this level for hot pot.

But it doesn't matter. It's not his money that's being spent, so what's the big deal if he can have a good meal for free.

After eating meatballs, beef and other meats, they started to eat vegetables. Lu Yuan also waited until the vegetables were cooked, then scooped some soup and mixed it with the rice in the bowl to make a bowl of soup with rice.

He is still growing and has a big appetite. His height is not as high as that of a senior high school student, so he needs to eat more.

Xu Ruolin followed Lu Yuan's example and served a bowl of rice, scooping a few mouthfuls of soup to mix it together. Rice soaked in soup is easier to swallow than rice without any soup.

Gu Jiuyi had a small appetite, so she just had a bowl of hot soup.

Looking at Gu Jiuyi sipping the hot soup cautiously, Lu Yuan suddenly remembered something.

It is now early November.

Someone feels unwell in the early part of every month.

As a result, he missed the badminton team's training.

And she is still in school.

42. Harder than the first time

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Lu Yuan arrived at school.

I walked across the campus, passed by the magnificent sculpture, went to the administration building, and came to the door of the student union room, and gently placed my fingers on the door handle.

I pushed open the door and saw the autumn wind blowing through the window, slightly lifting the curtains. The student union room was filled with the scent of books and papers. The sun was shining brightly, but the autumn wind blew the papers.

Lu Yuan slowly walked into the student union room, passed the sofa and bookshelf, and came to the mahogany desk.

The table was covered with various documents, and a black-haired girl was lying on it, her forehead resting on her hands, sleeping soundly, with traces of crystal tears still at the corners of her lips.

She just seemed to be not feeling well, and she frowned when she slept. Fortunately, she was young, otherwise she would be mistaken for an old lady with wrinkles.

"There's so much work to do, so don't push yourself." Lu Yuan muttered.

Placing the thermos in her hand on her mahogany desk, Lu Yuan picked up the A4 papers that had been blown to the ground, then took some away from the desk and went to the sofa beside her to carefully process each report.

It is no wonder that the student union president of No. 1 Middle School has never made any mistakes during his tenure. After resigning from his duties at the normal term, he will receive a letter of recommendation stamped and approved by the principal and the alumni association. At least on a national scale, he still has a certain say.

With this workload alone, I can no longer be called the student union president of a school. It would not be an exaggeration to say that I am the principal's secretary.

Lu Yuan worked hard and before he knew it, an hour had passed.

The documents on hand have finally been processed.

He felt that his efficiency was much lower than Ye Yuhan's.

After all, this is not an area he is familiar with. If he has to think carefully about every step, it will take a lot of time and energy.

To sum it up in one word, he lacks experience.

So he has to think a lot and not just talk about it on paper.

At this moment, Lu Yuan suddenly noticed that the girl lying on the mahogany desk trembled slightly.

He looked at the girl, who was rubbing her sleepy eyes. When the blurry vision in front of her eyes gradually became clear, she recognized the boy sitting on the sofa.

"Hehe, I knew the vice president was the best to me."

Ye Yuhan didn't seem surprised that Lu Yuan would appear here. Seeing the thermos on the table, she opened the cap and smelled it.

"Okay, it's brown sugar ginger milk!"

This was the agreement between Lu Yuan and Ye Yuhan, and the bet between Lu Yuan and Ye Yuhan.

Lu Yuan coughed lightly and said, "I know you haven't been feeling well these past few days, so I'll make you some. You're welcome."

"Hehe." Ye Yuhan stuck out her tongue and took small sips.

After drinking the brown sugar ginger milk, Ye Yuhan finished all the work within half an hour. Her efficiency was so high that even Lu Yuan was shocked.

But before he could praise her, Ye Yuhan took out her exercise book.

"Vice President," Ye Yuhan said with a sly smile, "I know you've been studying the knowledge for the second and third year of high school recently. Do you want to do a few exercises together? Maybe I can even teach you something about the key classes~"

The road is long;?

Is there such a good thing?

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"President, do you understand what I'm saying?"

Lu Yuan tapped the tip of his pen lightly on the paper, turned around and asked Ye Yuhan who was sitting next to him.

"Ah."

Ye Yuhan nodded.

"OK!"

Lu Yuan closed his notebook and put his pen aside.

"President, this is all I know at the moment. I've taught you everything I can."

Seeing Ye Yuhan nodding seriously, Lu Yuan felt a little headache.

Didn’t we agree that she would teach me?

How did the guest become the host?

As time went by, I became the one teaching her?

In fact, most of the things Ye Yuhan talked about were things he knew.

Of course, it’s not without gain.

Based on Ye Yuhan's experience in key classes, she indeed had problem-solving skills that he didn't know about.

After learning a few key class problem-solving skills from Ye Yuhan, Lu Yuan turned to teach Ye Yuhan some of the skills he had figured out in his previous life.

It can be considered as mutual help.

As a result, Lu Yuan looked up at the time.

It took Ye Yuhan less than half an hour to teach him, but it took him a full hour and a half to teach Ye Yuhan.

It’s almost six in the afternoon!

Lu Yuan found it hard to believe that Ye Yuhan would actually listen to his lecture so seriously, but at the same time he was shocked. He was indeed a legendary figure in No. 1 Middle School that year. It was a good thing to listen attentively, even to a younger student.

Because of this, there is no room for doubt about her performance.

After finishing the question, Lu Yuan made a cup of tea for himself and her.

"Thank you," Ye Yuhan picked up the paper cup with a few tea leaves floating in the water, "The vice president is very impressive."

"It's okay," Lu Yuan said. "No one is as strong as you. What should we do now? We've finished our work for the student union and our studies. Should we go back home to cook or something?"

"Well...how about we go out for dinner tonight? It's rare that I'm so tired, so let Jiuyi take a day off and stop cooking all the time." Ye Yuhan said with a wink.

"You just don't want to learn how to cook."

Lu Yuan complained.

"Bieeeee~~" Ye Yuhan made a face at Lu Yuan, "Vice President, come and give me a massage."

"what?"

Lu Yuan suspected that he had heard it wrong and quickly looked at Ye Yuhan.

In the office, Ye Yuhan left her chair and came to the sofa, staring at Lu Yuan.

Under Lu Yuan's puzzled gaze, Ye Yuhan sat down next to Lu Yuan, took off her shoes, and put her calves wrapped in high-end black stockings on his knees.

There was some pressure on her thigh area, so she reached out and pressed the hem of her skirt.

"Vice President, I do most of the work in the Student Union, so reward me with a massage." Ye Yuhan's face seemed a little red.

"Didn't you rush to do it?" Lu Yuan thought Ye Yuhan was joking before, "I want to do it, but you won't let me."

"Vice President, your efficiency is completely inadequate to keep up with my pace. You still need me to guide you step by step."

Ye Yuhan was righteous and confident. He bent his waist and poked Lu Yuan's chest with his index finger.

"Didn't we agree that you would teach me..."

Lu Yuan spoke in a low voice and tried to look away to avoid suspicion.

"Just give me a calf massage." Ye Yuhan suddenly pouted, "I've put in the most effort, and the vice president is practically living at my house for free, yet he won't even give me a massage? The vice president is so cruel..."

"I *@#… never mind."

Lu Yuan closed his eyes and recalled the time when he went to a hair salon that offered massage services to wash his hair, and how the technicians massaged him.

He stretched out his hands and lingered on Ye Yuhan's calves.

An unnatural blush appeared on Ye Yuhan's cheeks.

This feeling……

So nostalgic.

Ye Yuhan felt Lu Yuan's fingers caressing her calves, as if she was stroking a piece of jade. She was reluctant to let go and only wanted to be gentle with him.

She felt Lu Yuan's fingers starting to exert force slightly, and Ye Yuhan closed her eyes and let him caress her.

Lu Yuan found the right feeling, took a deep breath, gathered the strength to exert, and pressed lightly!

"Hmph~~"

Ye Yuhan snorted involuntarily at the corner of his lips——

Ahhh, idiot!

Do you really massage?!