Chapter 3: Supplementing English is an Art

  Then, accompanied by the sound of Mi Lu pressing the keyboard, He Fei sat beside her, opened an English book, and began to read aloud: "relationship, R-E-L-A-T-I-O-N-S-H-I-P, relationship, R..."

  Mi Lu's fingers flew across the keyboard, and she charged into the enemy camp alone, only to find that He Fei's tone was stuck like a broken record. She turned her head to listen for a moment, then calmly opened her mouth: "How much longer do you want me to listen?"

  "Is my voice too loud?" He Fei raised her head in confusion.

  "Do you know what this word means?" Mi Lu turned his gaze back to the shield, casually chopping down a rushing dwarf and continuing to buff the elf nanny.

  "Oh, let me see." He Fei yawned and scrolled through the vocabulary list with her finger.

  A swipe on Momo, and people move instantly: "Romantic relationship."

  "...I didn't notice..." Actually, the book notes "kinship", but she doesn't have the breath to argue.

  "Oh, I see, then you continue." Mi Lu's eyebrows slightly raised.

  “……”

  He Fei gazed at his perfect profile, inexplicably feeling a pang of sadness: "You're so self-absorbed, thinking everyone wants to flirt with you!"

  He Fei's mouth was tightly closed, and she was already not in the right state of mind. She became even more distracted, staring at the irregular patterns on the table for five minutes. Then, her eyes involuntarily glanced at Mi Lu's laptop screen.

  The screen is filled with skill effects, and every game character is running and shining, very lively. Yesterday, I tried to ignore it, but today, seeing the familiar scene again, He Fei felt a little sentimental. From the start of the game's internal testing, she had registered an account, for more than a year, logging in for two hours every day, until two months ago.

  She thought there was no appointment, this game meant nothing to her. Now it seems that at least there are memories, although only hers alone.

  Mi Lu stood up the book on the table, blocking her line of sight: "What are you looking at, your eyes aren't even moving?"

  He Fei moved her eyeballs: "Huh?"

  "What is your phone number?"

  "158 dollars." He Fei said with ease.

  "Uh-huh."

  She asked for the number, but Milo didn't take out his phone or anything to record it. He came back to himself and didn't feel too good about it, probably reminding himself that he had been dazed for too long. Smiling foolishly, she straightened her body and looked directly at Milo's screen, a max-level demon clan's special write-up, with light effects flashing all over his body, and the ID name "Lucifer" on top of his head: "Done already? That was so fast?"

  It seemed like less than twenty minutes had passed, but she remembered that the system's rules stipulated a two-hour time limit for city wars.

  "Go ahead and hit me."

  "Lost?"

  "We won."

  American beauty, you are so humble... He Fei smiled slightly.

  "Right, then," the mouse cursor moved and the scene switched from the battlefield to the magician's stronghold - Grover Magic Academy. The familiar IDs that filled the screen earlier were now crowded at the Baroque-style academy gate. "The people in the guild know I'm accompanying you to self-study, they said they'll set off Christmas fireworks for you to see inside the academy."

  American beauty, please clarify your words, otherwise it will really cause misunderstandings!

  "Is it sent for the mistress of the gang leader to see?" He Fei said this with a tone that had several points of clearing herself.

  "Look at this—"

  She felt she couldn't calm down anymore.

  After a three-second pause, Mi Lu continued: "During the supplementary lessons, I'll still need your help. Next time they ask, remember to praise them."

  The atmosphere around Mei dissipated immediately, and He Fei's tense nerves also relaxed, revealing a relieved smile: "Alright, I guarantee to complete the task."

  Everything for the sacred mission, this is the normal dialogue between princes and commoners!

  Mi Lu nodded, turned sideways and pushed the laptop in front of her, also returning a smile. Perhaps out of politeness, he smiled very slowly, so slow that people could see the steps: his eyes suddenly lit up, with his breath, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, he nodded slightly, and his long bangs brushed over his eyelashes.

  A beauty's smile is like a hundred flowers blooming, but unfortunately, He Fei didn't realize the beauty's lethal power and couldn't dodge in time. She took a direct hit and was stunned for 15 seconds.

  Mi took the book from her hand and pulled out a pen: "I'll take a look at the English textbook, you go watch the fireworks with earplugs."

  A pair of silver-blue earplugs was handed to her, but Miro's gaze seemed not to have moved from the page. He Fei came back to herself from her daydreaming and saw that he hadn't even glanced at her, still intently preparing his lesson. She obediently took the earplugs and put one in her ear - after all, they were in a classroom, so she had to maintain some reserve.

  The earbuds fit snugly in the ears, the sound quality is good, and the music sounds good too.

  The background music of "City of Prayer" has always been heavy metal music with a strong murderous tone. It seems that today is Christmas, and the music has changed to a light and lively one. Even the scenery has become romantic. Just now, when I looked at the screen sideways, it was a bit dim. When I pushed it in front of my eyes, He Fei could see clearly that snowflakes were floating in the sky, and there was accumulated snow on the top of the castle and the leaves of the pine trees. A group of people with IDs starting with "Fallen" were setting off large fireworks in the sky and on the ground, leaving a bright red mark in the sky with a loud "crackling" sound, leaving behind the words "Merry Christmas".

  "The key is here." Mi Lu leaned over to take a look at the screen, controlling the character to turn around and gaze up at the sky. A row of high-level sprites flapped their wings, pulling silver bows and arrows flying in the air. The guild channel was counting down: "…3, 2, 1!"

  Then, the elves' bows and arrows suddenly made a gorgeous turn, all the feathered arrows shot towards them together, He Fei subconsciously cried out "Ah", Lucifer fell to the ground dead...

  [ Gang Channel ] Fallen Heaven: "Congratulations, Boss, you've been shot by Cupid's arrow!"

  [ Gang Channel ] Fall Softly: "Boss, be happy!"

  [ Gang Channel ] Fallen Red Roast Pork: "Woooooowwwww~~~~"

  [Clan Channel] Clan leader "Lucifer" has been revived.

  [ Gang Channel ] Fallen Heaven's First Captain - Chi Yan: "Boss boss, long live forever, eternal prosperity, unite the rivers and lakes!"

  【Gang Channel】Fallen Second-in-Command Orange Star: "Boss, boss, long live forever, eternal prosperity, unite the rivers and lakes!"

  ……

  Mi Lu fell silent, her expression calm as she logged off, then released the mouse and picked up her pen again, lowering her head to read.

  It's as if nothing had happened, and indeed nothing has ever happened - from "falling to the ground" to now, Mi Lu hasn't taken a breath - probably because she was too shocked.

  The beauty's way of getting angry is indeed different from others, He Fei sighed in her heart, and then thought of a serious consequence, it's been almost two minutes, will anyone be killed?

  Cough, although normally this situation is unlikely, but, isn't it said that beautiful women often have short lives?

  "Cough, that... the fireworks just now were quite beautiful." She prioritized saving people and prepared herself to be affected, breaking the silence.

  Mi Lu grasped her pen and circled a phrase, without continuing the conversation.

  He Fei pressed on: "Actually, shouldn't your demon clan's stealth skill be able to evade attacks?"

  This time, Mi Lu finally reacted, her eyelids lifted, and she glanced at her: "How did you know?"

  "I have a friend who plays Mozu Hao's." The conversation needs to breathe, so the alarm is lifted, He Fei achieves her goal, and she feels a little complacent.

  "Do you also play 'Ji Yuan Zhi Cheng'?"

  "Ah," she reacted, somewhat embarrassed but unable to deny the fact that had inadvertently been exposed, "yes, I used to play before, hehe."

  Fortunately, Mi Lu wasn't a person who asked too many questions, she just nodded lightly and put the book in front of her, flipping to the vocabulary list at the back: "Let's start with the vocabulary, you were reciting up to 'R' for relationship earlier, I suppose you still remember all the previous ones?"

  "No," He Fei replied frankly, "basically I memorize one and forget another."

  "I thought you wouldn't know just grammar and texts..."

  "For me, every arrangement of the 26 letters is unsolvable."

  “……”

  "He Fei said with a thick accent: 'If you regret it, I won't blame you.'"

  "No need," Mi Lu smiled and picked up a notebook from the table, neatly writing "sentence book" on it and handed it to her. "Since you can't recite, then write, starting from the first word, make a sentence for each word, and each sentence must have at least ten words."

  "There's still half a month before the final exams......" He Fei murmured to herself.

  "Don't worry, I've got it covered."

  Still wrapping, but not wrapping dumplings! Old Master Mi, you can't fool the young and aspiring patriotic saplings like a certain Dongfang!!! He Fei tried her best to widen her eyes, and then wider still, to show her discontent.

  He hated that Mei Lu completely ignored her silent protest, buried his head in the vocabulary list, scribbled and drew circles, then pushed it in front of her, leaned over, pointed with his hand: "Words marked with stars pay attention to spelling, words marked with triangles pay attention to tense usage, and these, these, pay attention to fixed sentence patterns... Okay, you write this much first, finish writing and we'll continue talking about the next part."

  “……”

  "Start writing." Miro handed her a pen and threw in a signboard smile.

  So, He Fei understood what it meant to be unable to bear the kindness of a beauty.

  Dizzy and disoriented, she nodded off, subconsciously picked up her pen, and by the time she came to, she had already looked up words in the dictionary and constructed two sentences. Since that was the case, because of this, she continued on, lacking energy.

  And so, on this romantic holiday, at a moment when everyone is being romantic, He Fei practiced English sentence-making for three and a half hours - all starting with the letter "A".