Izabe was looking at the tube of lipstick Marcus had given her when there was a knock on the door of her room.


    She grew up without ever putting on her own makeup, and she didn’t know what brand of lipstick was on her hand.


    Just can be used as a raffle prize, a look at what is not a cheap brand.


    Izabe searched the lipstick by the letters on it and realized that the tiny tube of lipstick she was holding cost more than four hundred dors.


    Suddenly there was a knock on the door and Izabe was so startled that the lipstick in her hand almost fell on the floor.


    “Izabe?”


    Seeing that she did not open the door for a long time, Victor outside the room called out.


    Izabe hurriedly put the lipstick in her hand on the desk and got up to open the door, “Victor?”


    “Do you have your English book with you?”


    Izabe was stunned for a moment, then quickly reacted and turned to take out her English book from her bag and handed it to him, “Victor, did you memorize your words today?”


    Victor raised an eyebrow, “Oh, not back yet.”


    He said, put the English book in his hand on the desktop, turned to his room and moved the chair over, “I’ll carry it for a while.”


    Izabe moved her chair to the side to give Victor some room.


    Victor stared at the words in that English book for about ten minutes before pushing the book to her: “All right.”


    Izabe had already seen Victor’s memoryst time and wasn’t surprised this time.


    Twenty words, she disrupted the order to draw back, and Victor got one word wrong.


    Izabe pursed her lips for a moment: “I carried it before, Victor do you remember?”


    Victor gave her a look, “You spot-check and see.”


    After the spot check, Izabe realized that Victor didn’t just have a fast memory, he had a good memory.


    He also got only one of the words he had memorized before wrong.


    Izabe looked at him in amazement, her eyes shining: “That’s awesome, Victor.”


    Victor tilted his head and met the almond eyes, his earlobes were a little red, his eyes strayed andnded on the lipstick on the side, he reached out and took it and yed with it: “You like lipstick?”


    Izabe was a little embarrassed: “This is what Marcus just gave me.”


    “That’s like it.”


    He jumped to conclusions and put the lipstick back: “Are you done with your math paper?”


    Izabe nodded and shook her head, a little embarrassed: “Done.”


    Victor looked at her and let out a soft tsk, “Just nod your head when you’re done, why are you shaking your head?”


    Izabe blushed: “I only finished what I could do, there were a few questions I couldn’t.”


    Victor gave a rare smile, “Which questions won’t work?”


    Izabe hurriedly took the paper out and ced it in front of him, “Thest two multiple choice questions.”


    Victor had finished the paper long ago, and when he did he guessed that Izabe would not know these two questions.


    The difficulty of the multiple-choice questions is also more and more difficult, the overall difficulty of this paper is medium to high, the seventh question of the multiple-choice questions is a bit difficult, Izabe thest two questions can not, it is normal.


    Victor took the paper, and this time he didn’t talk directly to it. After teaching Izabe several times, he also found out that Izabe’s brain circuit is different from his own.


    She is good in other subjects and does not look like a stupid person, but when ites to math, it seems to be missing a tendon.


    In his opinion, although many topics are different, but the knowledge points used are the same, just look at it from a different perspective.


    But Izabe can’t do it. She’s so bad at learning by example that she can’t do it again if she changes the question type.


    So Victor is going to do things differently, he is going to ask questions directly to guide Izabe through the problem.


    But Izabe is reallycking in math, and it took her almost twenty minutes to figure out one problem.


    Victor put the pen in his hand, got up and walked out.


    Izabe froze, thinking she was being too stupid and pissed off at Victor.


    But soon, the other side came back with two sses of water in hand and handed her one: “This method of yours is tooplicated, but it’s kind of figured out. I’ll write you another simple solution to the problem, youpare yourself is where it is different.”


    Izabe took the cup and was a little touched: “Thank you Victor.”


    Victor grunted, “You’re not bad at other subjects, howe you’re learning math like this?”


    “I, too, don’t know.”


    She pursed her lips, took the exercise book and looked at Victor’s solutions.


    It took almost an hour for Izabe to do the two multiple-choice questions with Victor’s guidance.


    But this time it was Victor who guided her a little bit to make it out, giving her enough space to think, and Izabe didn’t have to spend time to understand a little bit after she finished the questions.


    Just after nine, Marcus came up with watermelon and was a little surprised to see Victor inside Izabe’s room, “Interrupting your homework?”


    Victor leaned back and looked at Marcus: “Giving her a math problem.”


    Marcus nced at Victor, some unbelievable, he actually really taught Izabe, but is a good thing, Marcus naturally will not say something.


    Izabe ducked her head in embarrassment.


    Marcus saw this: “It’s Saturday, so you don’t have to be so nervous, eat some fruit, take a break and y games.”


    “Okay, Marcus.”


    Marcus looked at Izabe and finally knew why Alicia couldn’t wait to get someone back.


    It’s really too well behaved.


    Marcus said so, and Izabe was too embarrassed to let Victor sit down with himself like that again: “Victor, there’s one more problem, let’s do it tomorrow, right?”


    “As you wish.”


    Victor ate his grapes and grunted in response.


    During a break from eating fruit, Marcus asked about Izabe’s school.


    “New school, new ss, still getting used to it?”


    Izabe nodded as Victor spoke up, “Marcus, you’re underestimating her, she came second in her ss in the midterm.”


    The results Izabe has given Alicia they have seen, Marcus at school, Izabe is not a personality that likes to show off, naturally did not make a point of talking to Marcus.


    Hearing Victor’s remark, Marcusughed a little: “I was the one who underestimated Izabe.”Exclusive content ? by N?(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.


    “No it doesn’t, Marcus.”


    Marcus smiled and was about to say something when his phone rang.


    “I’m going to take a call.”


    “Ohhhhhhh.”


    Marcus said to answer the phone, but then the caller went out.


    Izabe is left in the room with Victor, who is holding a piece of watermelon and is eating it one bite at a time.


    Victor watched her eat watermelon as if she were a rabbit, biting into such a tiny piece in one bite.


    Tsk, do girls eat like this?


    He swallowed the grapes inside his mouth, “I have to go out tomorrow afternoon, what time do you get up in the morning?”


    Izabe blinked and swallowed the watermelon inside her mouth, “Seven o’clock.”


    “Well, finish your breakfast and cover thest question.”


    “Ohhhhhhh.”


    Izabe responded, seeing him tugging at one grape and eating it as if it was delicious.


    She just finished the watermelon and reached for a grape as well, just into her mouth, the sourness made Izabe’s teeth numb, “So sour, Victor.”


    Victor raised an eyebrow, “It’s not sour, it’s sweet.”


    He said, picking one and passing it to her lips, “Open your mouth.”


    Izabe subconsciously opened her mouth to take the grape in, her lips met the boy’s fingers and both of them shuddered.