Chapter 13

Xiao Yan suddenly raised his head and looked at a Zhao.

"Stronger?" He repeated.

A Zhao nods.

Xiao Yan lowered her eyes, and her long curled eyelashes trembled slightly, showing two fragile aesthetic feelings.

He said to himself, "how can I be strong? You see that, too. My mother left early. My father didn't like me. I can't do anything, I can't do anything well, and I'm not likable. "

"I have a half brother, and he is the one to whom everyone has high hopes."

"I'm just a useless waste. How can I be strong?"

A Zhao's eyes widened: how can a man be so bereaved?

She said excitedly, "no, you are -"

a Zhao wants to say that you are the man in this world, destined to be strong and go to the peak of life.

But she couldn't say it. She could only say, "you are Xiao Yan."

Xiao Yan doesn't speak.

A Zhao has not yet mastered the skill of comforting people. He can only say dryly: "no one is born superior or inferior to others. Xiao Yan, you should have confidence in yourself. "

Seeing that Xiao Yan didn't speak, a Zhao tried his best to continue: "I think you are very good."

Xiao Yan looked up at her, and her eyes seemed to brighten a little.

A Zhao felt that there was a play and struck while the iron was hot: "do you know who the teacher is? The teacher graduated from T University. Yes, I am the legendary Xueba. Don't you believe in learning bully's vision? Don't you believe me when I say you're good, no worse than your brother? "

Xiao Yan looks at the people who are racking their brains to comfort themselves.

He didn't realize that the corners of his lips had risen slightly when he heard these clumsy words of comfort.

The man opposite is trying to comfort him and make him happy.

He was just a casual trial to see her reaction.

But now, it has become a deliberate temptation.

Want to see her mind coax oneself, want to see her whole mind put on his body.

"Is what the teacher said true?"

The delicate and beautiful young man bowed his head, his black and bright eyes were staring at him, and his tone was full of tension and expectation. It's like a little milk dog that needs to be affirmed by its owner.

A Zhao's heart is soft and becomes a pool of water.

She nodded hard: "of course. In the future, you will become a man of indomitable spirit and a man who makes everyone look up and admire

"Will the teacher look at me all the time?"

A Zhao Leng for a moment, immediately nodded: "of course!"

Xiao Yan smiles and takes a Zhao's hand.

"Thank you, teacher. I have a good rest. Let's go back."

That's good.

No matter what her purpose was, he did not pursue it.

As long as she is willing to look at herself like this all the time, coax oneself all the time, only oneself in the eyes, is enough.

Xiao Yan feels the warm touch of his palm, and his eyes are deep: teacher, don't lie to me

A Zhao looks at his hand in some tangle.

The energy of the soup is serious.

How, how to hold hands?