His expression changed, he ignored my question and looked at my homework again.

I obviously didn't intend to let him go yet, so I got closer to his face. Because of the lesson I learned on the sofa before, I didn't dare to get too close. This distance was just right to observe his expression carefully and to pull away when he launched an attack.

The prime position of opportunity, look seriously into his eyes.

"Miyamoto-kun, please answer my question!"

Miyamoto Hyuk continued to remain silent.

"Miyamoto-kun, if you don't answer me, I will have to imagine myself. You have to know that girls have very rich imaginations."

Miyamoto-kun, this is the first time I call him that...

He slowly raised his head, raised his eyebrows, and said, "Then imagine what I want you to be for me?"

"Opponent!" I replied loudly without thinking.

"You are so smart..." Miyamoto Hyuk's eyes dimmed.

I smiled heartlessly, "Hey, Miyamoto-kun, I'm very smart!"

A few hours passed, and Miyamoto Hyuk had already explained to me all the questions that I had done wrong and that I couldn’t do. There were only a few questions that I couldn’t do. Unfortunately, my level was too low, and some of the questions had to be used.

University knowledge.

But the only thing that's strange to me is that even though he is a sophomore in high school, Miyamoto Hyuk can do all the questions.

After thinking for a long time, I finally figured it out. This is just the partiality of the Creator.

"Okay, let's eat!" Miyamoto Hyuk invited me after clearing everything on the table.

As soon as I heard this, I felt so happy. I finally didn’t have to eat instant noodles when I got home! Wow!

"Don't eat so hard, you're not going to starve to death." Miyamoto He held the bowl and looked at me with disgust as I ate like a wild beast.

Who cares about the image of a lady at this time? It's already eight o'clock in the evening and I'm almost starving.

The food cooked by Hyuk Miyamoto is really delicious. It feels like a very intimate feeling. This is probably what the so-called "mother's taste" is like! I have never tasted the food cooked by my mother, because when I first became sensible,

My mother had already died of illness when I was young. Over the years, I have only eaten meals cooked by my nanny and my father, but their cooking skills were not as good as Miyamoto's.

But I still have to remind him. When I was trying to swallow the last mouthful of food, I calmly said, "Miyamoto Hyuk, please don't tell others about my eating habits! Otherwise, my image will be ruined."

"Don't worry!" Miyamoto Hyuk looked at me, lowered his head and whispered, "Only I can see your eating habits..."

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Chapter completed!