Chapter 1307 Angel Boy, Lovable (20)

"can not you do it?"

"Then I'll teach you."

Su Qiao took the mobile phone, downloaded the game skillfully, and helped him register and recharge.

Afterwards, I explained it to him carefully, and showed him the actual operation.

In the silent basement, there was only her slightly sandy voice.

It's like a piece of wonderful music that has been flowing in the boy's heart all the time.

The eyes that were indifferent like an ice lake gradually became brighter.

Su Qiao's mouth was dry, but fortunately, she bought juice before.

"How is it? Will it be?"

The boy hesitated for a moment, and under her expectant gaze, nodded lightly.

Su Qiao breathed a sigh of relief.

Putting the phone back in his hand, he warned: "You have to be smarter for me, don't hold me back."

After trying to play for a while, the boy put the phone in front of Su Qiao a little embarrassedly: "Yes... Is that so?"

"That's right, that's it, you're so smart."

It's not that Su Qiao is exaggerating, her man's IQ is definitely first-class.

A person who is new to the game, but can play like a seasoned veteran, she has to boast.

Besides, don't they all say that children should be praised more?

Exaggerate, that's right.

So happy to decide.

Su Qiao didn't feel that she had put herself in the role of 'parent'.

Hearing this, Jiang Yihan blushed slightly and said in a low voice, "I'm not smart."

Paused.

"Not as smart as you."

She usually either sleeps or plays games in class, and she also said that she will be the first in the test.

The real smart one is her.

Su Qiao also adhered to the principle of 'children must praise more', and quickly said solemnly:

"No, you're very smart, the smartest person I've ever seen, and your paintings are also very good, the best I've ever seen."

Once, his drawing book was touched on the ground by a classmate, and was laughed at by many people at that time.

Xiao Si showed Su Qiao some of the works he had painted.

Maybe it's because everyone's perspective and level of appreciation are different, but Su Qiao thinks it's pretty good.

His paintings are just... a little darker.

All are dark.

Maybe it has something to do with his childhood experiences.

A flash of light flashed in Jiang Yihan's eyes: "You also like to draw?"

Su Qiao nodded: "Yes, when I'm in a good mood or when I'm depressed, I like to draw and express some thoughts in my heart through drawing."

"I liked ink painting at first, and then I liked oil painting. Will we go to the countryside to paint landscapes together one day?"

The light in Jiang Yihan's eyes was getting brighter and brighter, and the scene of the two painting on the beautiful lawn appeared in his mind.

He involuntarily wanted to nod, but at the last moment, the light in his eyes gradually dimmed, and he shook his head slightly.

"why are you not going?"

Although the light was not very bright, Su Qiao still saw the hopeful light in his eyes.

"you hate me?"

Su Qiao frowned and thought about it.

"Are you like those people who think my brother is a rapist and I'm a gangster, so you look down on me and don't want to play with me?"

Jiang Yihan didn't expect her to misunderstand, and shook his head anxiously: "No, I...I..."

"No? Why is that?"

During the holiday, it was common for Su Qiao to climb a mountain or something, so she forgot about Jiang Yihan for a while.

"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 come there is no time?