"Lend me all your notes!" She said in a commanding tone. He could learn so many foreign languages in one go, why couldn't she? She didn't believe she would lose to him!
"No." He refused ruthlessly.
She couldn't believe that he would actually say no to her?
"Guan Shouheng, do you know what you are talking about?" Her beautiful eyes widened and her tone was dangerous.
The smile in his eyes was deeper, and he knew that the princess was angry, because she always wanted wind and rain, and he might be the first person to reject her.
A full minute later, her expression remained unchanged. The noble and beautiful Mint Princess is not just a vase, her stubborn spirit is even more touching.
Especially her eyes, which were extremely cold, but the bottom of her eyes were burning with fire. Ice and fire were intertwined. It was so contradictory, but it made people dare not be presumptuous.
She was annoyed because he dared to reject her. She didn't believe it and was even more unconvinced.
She won, he didn't really reject her.
She picked up a notebook with her slender fingers and put it into her white palm, "I can lend it to you, but... you can only read it here."
In this case, she will come again next time, more often, maybe every day.
A slight warmth appeared on her cold face, and she asked proudly, "You want to keep dating me with a bunch of old notes?"
"And the hand-rolled noodles I made myself." He fed her another bite.
"It tastes terrible!"
He laughed, thinking that this girl was really interesting. She always liked to arm herself and always liked to tell what she meant. She was obviously happy in her heart, but she still had no expression on her face and deliberately put on airs. It was really awkward.
She was really, really awkward, but her slightly pink ears made him feel invincibly cute.
He has always been strict and doesn't like to joke, but for some reason, when he meets her, the humor cells deep in his body burst out unconsciously, wanting to tease her and change her cold face.
"I can let you order food next time. Even if you want to eat, I have no problem." He made an ambiguous joke.
She glared at him, "Boring!"
"Then do something that's not boring!" He turned on the tape recorder on the table. It was an old-fashioned model, and standard and rigorous German poured out.
She learned more about his world. The noise from the construction site outside the window kept ringing. If he wanted to hear the recording clearly, he had to be more focused, so focused that he could eliminate all distracting thoughts and turn a deaf ear to all the noise.
No wonder he can speak so well and can concentrate fully in this environment. Is there anything he can't do?
"I want to hear French!" she demanded willfully.
He looked at the class schedule on the wall and felt a little embarrassed.
She followed his gaze and saw German on Sunday, and Arabic, Chinese, English, French, Russian and Spanish from Monday to Saturday.
There are only six official languages used by the United Nations, and those six do not include his professional German.
She understood that even if they were in the same college, their professional levels were different, and the tuition fees for German classes were much lower than those of the other six.
But, so what? He is not ashamed of himself. His ability in several other languages is not inferior to students in professional classes. You can tell from the fact that he puts German listening on Sundays when he works the most, it is a piece of cake!