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Hearing this, Little Tang grasped the pillow in her hands and nodded slowly, her emotions a little complicated.

Before this, she had always felt that he didn't have any feelings for the original owner. Especially after seeing that Si Shaoheng didn't have any special reactions to the news of her amnesia, she was even more certain that the original owner and Si Shaoheng didn't have a good relationship.

However, after these two days of interaction, Little Tang couldn't help but fall into confusion. That was because under the seemingly cold and detached appearance of Si Shaoheng, he was clearly considerate towards many details.

For example, he could have stood by and watched her fight with Zhao Miao and Miao Miao yesterday, but he still spoke out to help her.

And today, when she was obviously fumed to death by the original owner's wardrobe and had no choice but to borrow his clothes, regardless of his actions or expression, he didn't embarrass her in the slightest.

Even when she fell down in front of him in a very humiliating manner and wet her panties, he didn't laugh at her. He also warned her not to force it on her in the future, saying that girls were afraid of cold …

Was he really hating someone with such an expression?

With this question in mind, the more Xiao Tang thought about it, the more she couldn't fall asleep. In the end, she decided to wake up in the middle of the night to cultivate.

At this moment, the door to Si Fanjuan's room was suddenly opened from the inside.

When she saw Xiao Tang sitting in the living room, she was shocked by her. When she came back to her senses, she patted her little heart, which was beating non-stop, and complained:

"Hey!" What are you doing sitting here in the middle of the night? Acting like a ghost? Do you know how scary people are!? "

"Why aren't you sleeping in the middle of the night?" At this time, Xiao Tang looked at the time on the wall with a strange expression. "It's almost 1 o'clock in the morning already …"

"You're going to tell me?" Si Fanjuan angrily gritted her teeth. "I'm already exhausted to death. If it wasn't for some bastard secretly wiping away my homework and framing me, I would have long fallen asleep!"

That bastard who erased her homework, it's best if she doesn't catch him!

Otherwise, she wouldn't forgive him!

Hearing that, Xiao Tang remembered the 'bastard' sleeping in the room and couldn't help but smile.

She gave a light cough and stretched out her hand to touch her neck. "Then, how much homework do you still need to finish?"

"I'm only missing my essay." Si Fanjuan pursed her lips.

Writing was the most difficult. She was not good at writing these kinds of things. Her previous essay was written by a classmate who had studied well. It cost 3 yuan!

At first, she was happy that she would get full marks for her homework. Now, she thought that not only would she not get full marks and praise, but the three dollars she had spent on finding someone to write her essay had gone down the drain.

Just thinking about it infuriated him.

Thinking up to here, Si Fanjuan couldn't help but shake her aching hands. When she saw Xiao Tang, she rolled her eyes and suddenly opened her mouth, "Hey, you, do you want to make a deal with me?"

"Trade?" Little Tang looked at her in bewilderment. "It's already the middle of the night. What kind of deal do you want to make?"

"I'll give you money and you can do my homework for me." As she spoke, she put a dollar bill on the table with a clink. Do you want to earn some money? "

"A dollar?" Little Tang shook her head, "If you want to spend money to get me to do your homework for you, why not give you more? Do you know that this kind of thing takes a lot of thought? "Furthermore, you were disrespectful to me earlier in the day, so I don't need to help you …"

"..." You … "Si Fanjuan gritted her teeth." Hmph, if you're not going to help, then so be it.

After she finished speaking, she turned around and went to the washroom. As she was about to return, she took a step back and asked, "Little Tang, I'll give you one last chance. Do you want to help?"

"What did you call me?" When she saw this, she raised her eyebrows and raised her feet to look at Si Fangjuan. "Little girl, you should be acting like this when you're begging someone for help, shouldn't you?"

Si Fanjuan gritted her teeth. "Sister-in-law, do you want to help me with my homework or not?"

Little Tang looked up at the sky and did not speak.

"Sister-in-law, I'll give you three yuan!" Si Fangjuan gnashed her teeth and pointed three fingers in pain. Little Tang shook her head. "Five yuan, I'll settle your essay!"

"Five?" Then I will check the quality of the composition. "Si Fangjuan refused to suffer a loss and immediately raised her requirement," If you can write an essay of this value, I will give it to you, otherwise I will not give it to you!

Otherwise, if Xiao Tang's writing was too lousy and her essay was off the mark, what would happen if her grade in the teacher was broken?

If it wasn't because it was too late and she couldn't find someone to write for her, she wouldn't have taken the risk to look for Little Tang.

"No problem." Little Tang nodded. Upon hearing this, Si Fangjuan immediately rushed her into her room. "Let's go, let's go. Since you've agreed to it, then help me write it down now!"

"Shhh!" When Xiao Tang passed by Sun Yuemei and Si Jianliang's rooms, she immediately ordered in a hushed tone, "Don't yell so loudly, what should mother do?"

"Oh, oh," Si Fanjuan nodded and shut her mouth hastily, not saying a word. She dragged Hsiao-tang into her room, pulling out the chair in front of her desk and giving it to Hsiao-tang. Then she turned around as if she had been liberated and spread it out on the bed.

With that, she sat up with worry. "No, I don't know what your writing is like, what if you can't imitate it? "Hurry up and write a few words for me to see."

Hearing her say this, Xiaotang did not utter a word, writing out an identical handwriting to the one written above Si Fanjuan.

Seeing this, Si Fanjuan immediately opened her eyes wide and turned around to lie down in satisfaction. "Good! You can start writing now! "

When she said that, she continued to write as she tried to retake the topic, "There are two topics for your essay. One is my favorite little animal, and the other one is the person I admire the most, right? Could you write any of these two questions? What about the word count requirement? Five hundred? A thousand? Or eight hundred? "

"Eight hundred is the best, five hundred is the bottom line," said Si Fanjuan, but she did not forget to add, "I want to write eight hundred, but my composition has always been weak, so I can't do it myself, and I won't make things difficult for you. If you write five hundred, I'll thank the heavens."