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    After a hot pot meal, Fu Jiu was satisfied, and just about to handsomely have a see you tomorrow with the Great God, when he heard the man slowly open his mouth, “I’ll have someone prepare the physics book, and the tutoring will start today.”

    Fu Jiu has an innate sense of resistance to physics, his fingers propped up on his own jaw, a foppish smile, “So rushed, learning efficiency will not be good.”

    “There are less than seven days before your school will start the monthly exam, do you think that with your ability to be a scum, you can pass physics without rushing so much to make up for it?” Qin Mo took the pen over, his side face was still handsome, his voice was light as if he was just stating a fact.

    But even so, our Ninth Master felt the sensation of being attacked.

    Fu Jiu can not help but begin to ask herself, who she looked for to give herself tuition is not good, why did she have to look for the great god ……

    “Get up when you’re full, go upstairs with me, don’t be so dilly-dallying if you’re a man.” The way Qin Mo was wearing a knit shirt and had one hand in his pants belt was not that oppressive, and because of this, Fu Jiu was not good at opening up.

    The Great Spirit is so dusty and uncluttered that you can be accidentally shaken by that face.

    What the ancients said about redheads is not unfounded.

    She was just mesmerized by that face.

    “Concentrate.”

    The two sat in front of the same desk that had, in addition to physics textbooks, an assortment of data cables, economic magazines, and tablets and analysis sheets for psychological disciplines that the Great Spirit would often use.

    Fu Jiu was more interested in the latter.

    Qin Mo’s long and slender fingers tapped on the desktop, and his expression was faint as he turned the physics textbook over.

    Only then did Fu Jiu pull his attention back.

    The cell phone that Qin Da Shen put aside was vibrating, he didn’t go to look at it right away, but raised his eyes and asked Fu Jiu, “Where don’t you understand?”

    Fu Jiu’s fingers were still wrapped around her silver hair, and after hearing this question, she stiffened again, then, looking at Qin Mo very seriously, she said, “I won’t go anywhere.”

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