"You can't?"
"Then I'll teach you."
Su Qiao took the phone, downloaded the game skillfully, and helped him register and recharge.
Then I explained it to him in detail and showed him how to do it in practice.
In the silence of Underground Room, there was only her slightly sandy voice.
It was like a piece of beautiful music that had been flowing in the boy's heart.
His eyes, as indifferent as a frozen lake, gradually became brighter.
Su Qiao said that her mouth was dry, but fortunately, she bought juice before.
"How's it going? Do you know how?"
The boy hesitated for a moment, then nodded lightly under her expectant gaze.
Su Qiao breathed a sigh of relief.
She put the phone back into his hand and warned, "You have to be smart and don't hold me back."
After trying to play for a while, the boy put the phone in front of Su Qiao with some embarrassment. "Is... is that so?"
"Yes, yes, that's it. You are so smart."
Su Qiao is not exaggerating, the IQ of her men is definitely first class.
She had to praise a person who was new to the game and could play it like a seasoned veteran.
Besides, don't they say children should be praised more?
You're right, praise me more.
It was decided happily.
Su Qiao didn't feel at all that she had put herself in the role of 'parent'.
Jiang Yihan blushed slightly when he heard this and whispered, "I'm not smart."
There was a pause.
"Not as smart as you."
She usually either sleeps or plays games in class. She also said that the first place in the exam will be the first place.
She is the really smart person.
Su Qiao also adheres to the principle of "children must be praised more" and quickly and seriously Underground Passage:
"No, you are very smart, the smartest person I have ever met, and your paintings are also very good, the best I have ever seen."
By chance, his drawing notebook was touched to the ground by a classmate, and he was laughed at by many people at that time.
Xiaosi showed Su Qiao some of the works he had painted.
Maybe everyone's appreciation angle and level are different, but Su Qiao thinks it's pretty good.
His paintings are just... a bit dark.
All are dark.
Maybe it has something to do with his childhood life experience.
Jiang Yihan A flash of light flashed in his eyes. "You also like to draw?"
Su Qiao nodded. "Yes, when I am in a good mood or when I am depressed, I like to draw and express some of my inner thoughts through drawing."
"I liked ink painting at first, and then oil painting. How about we go to the countryside to paint landscapes together one day?"
The light in Jiang Yihan's eyes became brighter and brighter, and the scene of the two of them painting on the beautiful lawn even appeared in his mind.
He couldn't help but want to nod, but at the last moment, the light in his eyes gradually dimmed and he shook his head slightly.
"Why don't you go?"
Although the light was not very bright, Su Qiao still saw the light of hope in his eyes.
"You hate me?"
Su Qiao frowned and thought for a while.
"Are you like those people, who think that my brother is a rapist and I am a gangster, so you look down on me and don't want to play with me?"
Jiang Yihan didn't expect that she would misunderstand, and shook her head anxiously. "No, I... I..."
"No? Why is that?"
During the holidays, it was very common for Su Qiao to go hiking or something, so she temporarily forgot about Jiang Yihan's situation.
"I... I don't have time." Jiang Yihan lowered his head in frustration.
Except for school, he can only stay at home and is not allowed to go anywhere, even on Sundays.
How could there be no time?