Inside the room, nothing could be heard except the breathing of the two people. The TV playing the Japanese channel was muted. Light and refreshing meals were neatly placed on the dining table. There was no doubt that these were all from the palace.

Ben He made it himself.

At this moment, Miyamoto Hyuk was reading the information book I had just made, and his face slowly turned darker.

I sat across from him and observed his expression, and came to a conclusion that I thought was very scientific.

Hyuk Miyamoto's face is a process of gradually turning into black coal...

Such a quiet environment seemed to have a hypnotic effect. Even though it was still early, my eyelids slowly closed and I began to fall asleep.

"Crack!"

The sound of books colliding with the table woke me up, and I rubbed my sleeping face impatiently.

I don’t know why Miyamoto Hyuk got so crazy that he suddenly threw my homework on the table.

"What are you doing? You can't even solve such a simple question!" Miyamoto Hyuk pointed at a certain question in the book that I had filled in at random, as if he hated iron.

I glanced at the topic.

"I said, Mr. Miyamoto!" I slowly raised my hand to express my objection, "You are too responsible. This question belongs to advanced mathematics. I am a sophomore in high school and I can't do it normally, and I can't do it in the exam.

To a question of this difficulty..."

"If you want to be number one in the exam, stop talking nonsense!" Miyamoto Hyuk interrupted me and continued to pick up the questions.

"It's obvious that you are making trouble unreasonably..." I lowered my head and muttered dissatisfiedly.

"I'm doing this for your own good."

"You won't get these questions in the exam. Why are you so serious? All I want is the first result. It's not a process of hard work. Do you understand?" I slapped the table and stood up with a "swish" and shouted loudly.

Shouting at Gong Benhe.

Miyamoto Hyuk's tone also became excited, "If I don't train you intensively now, how can you become mine in the future..."

Um?

I asked doubtfully, "What has become yours?"

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What exactly should become Miyamoto Hiroshi's children's shoes? Please take a guess, and then leave a message to tell me, la la la... I would like to recommend a certain style to collect red envelopes....
Chapter completed!