[BL] After the Elf King was Matched to the Imperial Marshal | ✓

Chapter 10

"No, this is the book I borrowed from Song Leran."

An Qiao felt that Chu Heng's question was inexplicable, but she didn't think much about it.

"Oh." Chu Heng couldn't help but feel that he was too sensitive and suspicious just now.

But involuntarily, he still had a hint of doubt in his heart.

"In a bad mood?" Chu Heng changed the subject and repeated the previous question.

"It's okay." An Qiao said it was okay, but he poked the pillow in his arms with a depressed expression, and then put away the advanced mathematics textbooks spread out on the coffee table.

Chu Heng understood instantly and asked with a subtle expression: "...Can't you do advanced mathematics homework?"

An Qiao: "..."

An Qiao had a cold face and said nothing.

The way he poked the pillow and sulked was so cute that Chu Heng couldn't help but laugh.

Just as he was about to say some words of comfort, An Qiao glared at him angrily.

What's so funny about this? Have you never seen a scumbag?

An Qiao was really depressed!

He was also a scholar-god back then, wasn't he? He excelled in magic training and passed the literature, mathematics, art, etc. classes with full marks.

Who would have thought that one day I would be teased as a scumbag!

"Ahem, I'm apologizing. I didn't mean to make fun of you." Chu Heng looked at it and said, "Oh no, no." He quickly explained, "Everyone has areas where they are not good at, and so do I."

"For example...?" An Qiao said lightly.

"For example... I'm tone-deaf?"

Chu Heng can almost be said to be a decathlete. He has both high strength and high IQ, and even because he grew up in a chaotic garbage planet, he can do things that can be called "virtuous" such as washing, cooking, and even sewing buttons and knitting scarves.

However, he knows nothing about art and is tone-deaf in singing.

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An Qiao went to the Imperial First Military Academy the next day and was stopped outside the classroom door.

"Brother." A young man with brown curly hair had a resentful look in his eyes, "Are you still blaming your father for taking me back to An's house, so you blocked his father's communication number?" "

Are you...?"

An Yuchun said on his face . His pretentious expression twisted for a moment, and he forced a smile: "Brother, you forgot, I am your brother An Yuchun."

"Oh." An Qiao then remembered.

An Yuchun visited him once when he was still in the hospital. On the surface, he said comforting words, but in fact, he was secretly mocking people, and he couldn't hide the malice in his eyes.

Others who didn't care didn't bother to take a second look, let alone remember it, so An Qiao didn't think of it for a moment.

"I told you, don't call me brother." He said with a cold and distant expression.

An Yuchun: "..."

An Yuchun obviously didn't expect that outside the classroom door, in front of so many people, An Qiao would still dislike him in the slightest way like he did in the ward last time, and asked him not to call him brother.