In fact, there is nothing good about the "Prophet Daily" recently. Hetty has always been uninteresting in political and social news, unless it is novel and interesting. Moreover, she has not disclosed any of the tasks she has participated in. So she just flipped it a few days ago and put it aside.

But today, the huge "Three-Supremacre Competition" on the front page reminded her of the timeline of the original plot again, but she didn't expect that the second level would start.

In fact, the report also shows the time of the second level, interviewed several referees, speculated on the content of the competition and the current points rankings of several players, etc.

Think about it, when she was in the first level, she didn't like a certain Dark King so much, and that time she was exposed, but if we met again, would it hurt the boy's heart even more?

Perhaps her depression was too obvious, and before she could be sad, Stoke, who was kneeling on the ground, suddenly spoke out, "Miss is very good, my subordinates have never hated you."

Hety, who was pulled back to his thoughts, looked up and met his gaze. He felt perfunctory, but when he said something to his mouth, he was persuaded to retreat with that serious look, his eyes were bright as if he was afraid that she would not believe it.

She opened her lips and inexplicably thought of the only extraordinary kiss with the other party. Although it was a mischievous and the unlucky tutor could not remember, she blushed uncontrollably and lowered her head subconsciously.

"Okay, I understand. I'm going to have a meal. I'll have to go to class later. Get up quickly! I always kneel down and I'm not your adult."

She spoke softer and softer, and quickly began to enjoy the food in front of her, trying her best to cover up her panic, fearing that the other party would notice something with sharp eyes.

Fortunately, Stoke only responded to "yes" and stood up and retreated aside.

She glanced at her sneakily and found that the man still had the lukewarm expression. She seemed to have not noticed her strangeness. She breathed a sigh of relief and focused on solving the soft croissant on the plate.

In fact, after seeing the "Prophet Daily", Hedy wanted to directly contact a certain dark devil with a double-sided mirror to discuss it. She didn't want to miss this kind of key plot, otherwise she would have passed through it in vain.

However, in order not to disturb the work of a certain Dark King, Hetty decided to wait for him to come back and mention it. In fact, it was mainly because he was disturbed by Stoke and he forgot when he turned around.

No matter what worries you have, you can't spend your energy on your random thoughts as long as you go to class. She is the only student now? This unlucky tutor is staring at her without any blind spots, and there is no chance to get away.

It was not long before a certain dark devil came back and had the chance to mention this matter.

After seeing the man being pushed open from the dormitory door, Hetty felt so sad that he couldn't even take off his outer robe, and immediately got out of bed and ran over. He got what he wanted and threw himself into his arms and kissed him hard before he started to lose his temper.

"Tom Riddle, why did you come back so late? I'm so busy today? I don't take the initiative to contact me! Have you forgotten me? Bad guy!"

Although she was unforgivable, her expression was not that true. She pouted her mouth and looked aggrieved. She reached out to help him take off his robe and put it aside. Just as she was about to continue, he picked it up and sat down on the sofa.

The man who didn't say anything from the door seemed to suddenly take off his strength and bent over and buried in her neck, half of the weight pressing on her body. His thin body inevitably trembled.

This action successfully swallowed Hetty's thoughts back into her stomach. This man's rare show of weakness completely disrupted her mood. At this moment, he was worried and annoyed that he could not share his pressure.

So he didn't say anything, and she chose to remain silent, just gently touched his soft hair, trying hard to support him, hoping to give him some comfort with his thin arms.

So did this man encounter something difficult today and didn't have time to contact her? Otherwise, why would he look so tired? Just like he didn't close his eyes for several days and nights.

Merlin's smelly socks! I would have been no longer willful if I had known it, and I felt sorry for her!

Within a few minutes, Hetty coaxed herself. She rubbed her carefully, threw away the three-way competition successfully, and lowered her head to kiss his hair. The familiar breath in her breath made her feel at ease.

I don't know how long it took, but she was drowsy and could hardly open her eyes. The man finally made movements. She felt that she was being carried to the bed. After leaving the warm embrace, she suddenly shuddered and opened her eyes to see the scene of him turning around and leaving.

So she didn't want to pull his sleeves, and after he turned around, she acted pitifully, "Tom, don't leave, okay? I miss you."

The next second, her hand was held back, and the man leaned over and kissed her forehead before answering, "Little idiot, I'll go take a shower, be good, wait for me to accompany you."

She was relieved after hearing what he said, and she hooked his neck and gave him a kiss. Then she let out her hand with a smile, "Then Tom should hurry up, don't let me wait too long!"

The response to her was a deep kiss. When he entered the bathroom, she was already dozing off and lost her sleepiness. She began to count the days from the second level.

If she went to the scene, she would definitely meet Malfoy. Since she was completely separated in Bybery that day, she buried the boy in the deepest part of her heart. She usually didn't think about it, but whenever she thought of it, she would be out of control.

But what should I do? She really has no shame to see him. I'm sorry for so many of him, and I have to run to him and wander around. Isn't this intention to make trouble for him? Is it a sin, a sin!

Everything else is easy to say, Hetty just couldn't overcome the hurdle in her heart. This was not a simple breakup. She was forced to stay by the Dark King when she was caught and threatened. But the mistake was that she gradually fell in love with the man who snatched her halfway.

Therefore, the root of everything is her, and the fault is always the only one. If she is more determined and keeps her original aspiration, her love will not develop like this now.

The more I thought about it, the more I felt that it was my fault no matter what, and this question was unsolvable, so I simply pulled the quilt and closed my eyes and thought.

She couldn't wait until a certain dark demon king came out, and she was asleep, and she didn't even notice that she had sunk beside her. In a hazy way, she felt as if she was wrapped in a large ball of cotton. She couldn't help but hug her tightly, which was so warm and comfortable.

Finally, the discussion on the second level of the Triumph Championship was put on the breakfast table the next day.

She had been so happy for a morning when a certain dark devil was waiting for her to have breakfast today. Although he had to leave after the end, there was no time to make the decision, so she had turned into a candy that could not be shaken and stuck to him.

After listening to her chattering for a long time, the man had time to reply, "Is next Friday? Of course I have time. Are you ready?"

At first glance, there was nothing wrong with this, especially the smile on his lips remained unabated, but Hetty just thought he was pointing something. Could it be that she suspected that she wanted to go over so urgently to see Malfoy, so she asked if she was ready?

In the face of the man's eyes, she swallowed and immediately put on a puzzled expression to hold his arm and shook it, "I've been ready for a long time. How could I miss this kind of clock-in opportunity! And you have promised me to watch with me before, have you forgotten?"

However, the man still looked calm and smiled like a spring breeze. "I have always remembered the agreement with you. Therefore, I will accompany you next Friday, but in order for my little baby to avoid being affected by the Triple Championship, I will go to routinely check the learning results during this period before, and there will be punishment for not passing."

Facing the raid and checked, Hetty, who was still nervous just now, immediately became angry. She jumped out of his arms and then pulled the chair next to her and sat down angrily. Then she said sarcastically, "Thank you, Your Highness, for ruining my good mood. Also, in order for me to pass the test smoothly, please, Mr. Tom Riddle, is not allowed to go home and disturb my studies before next Friday, otherwise it is your responsibility if I fail!"

As a result, the man not only did not coax her, but nodded in agreement, "It's rare that my little baby is so serious, it's good. Then I will come back before next Friday, don't let me down, my dear."

After saying this, he got up and came to her side, gave her a light kiss, and suddenly disappeared when she was not reacting.

If time could be traced back, she must take revenge before he left. Now, no one listened to the scolding.

So, the two-sided mirror left behind became a punching bag to vent their emotions, jumping from the soft and gorgeous bed to the flowers in the courtyard. No one knew about it except the initiator standing by the window on the second floor.

I don't know if the dog man gave the order, but Hetty felt that the workload of his school had suddenly doubled since that day. Except for the rest time at night, the unlucky tutor followed her almost instantly to remind her that she had not completed her schoolwork.

This also caused Herty to be so angry that she threw away the double-sided mirrors that fell in the flowers that day, picking them up and throwing them up, and circulating again and again, until she was overwhelmed by this damn lesson and was really exhausted.

So Hetty gradually developed another good habit: to scold Zhou Bapi with this unlucky tutor during the rest period.

Of course, she was talking to herself from beginning to end. Stoke acted as a perfect trash can. In fact, he could maintain it at the beginning, but since she was so angry that she scolded him, he shut up calmly.

The most disgusting thing is that because of a certain Zhou Bapi's surprise inspection, the weekend was finally ruined, and it was all used to study, study, or study.

So she has been quite irritable these days, and she will lose her temper if she doesn't like her at all. Even the house-raising elf dares not say a word. The entire manor seems to be shrouded under dark clouds, and a storm will come at any time.

For example, at dinner time, she just didn't hold her fork and dropped it on the plate, making a crisp sound. She could get angry at all these little things.

"Stoke! Your adults are against me, and this fork is against me too! Do you want to bully me whether it is his people or things? What's so amazing! Isn't it just a great fight? One day I can do it too, just because I'm young, so I'm so concerned about me! Dog man! I'm so angry that I'm so angry. Don't come back if you have the ability!"

From this moment on, she kept talking nonstop. Stoke had to put down the knife and fork, move the chair closer to her, then take the knife and fork in front of her, feed her a bite between the breaking sentences, and work hard like an old mother.

However, she had no intention of stopping when she scolded her. She felt more and more aggrieved as she spoke. Her eyes turned red in a short while, and slowly she started to cry.

Yes, she has been studying day and night for a whole week after getting up early and studying day and night. She is under great pressure and feels frustrated. Today she finally can't hold back.

She cried without any image, completely ignoring the unlucky tutor around her, but the other party looked like a wood, and she could not do anything except handing a tissue and a few words of stiff concern.

Who would have thought that Zhou Bapi actually did what he said, and he really wouldn't come back, and he didn't contact her, so he threw her into the manor to fend for herself, and didn't care about her at all.

"Wuwu how can you be like this? Wuwuwu, bad guys are all bad guys!"

She took the tissue to wipe her tears, but she wiped her more and more. She looked up at the unlucky tutor's helpless appearance. She sniffed, bit her lower lip lightly, and simply knocked her head into the other person's arms without stopping, holding him tightly and then continuing to cry.

There was no scene where she imagined being pushed away or being straightened. The tutor was motionless and let her hold him, but he didn't say anything inappropriate.

The two of them kept this position until her crying gradually disappeared and it calmed down for a while before she raised her head and spoke with a pair of red eyes, "I want to have a meal."

Because she had just cried, her voice was a little hoarse and light, and her pitiful look was like acting coquettish.

She clearly saw the man's Adam's apple move. Even though his expression had not changed, his ears seemed a little red. Just as she doubted whether the tutor really liked him, he had picked up the knife and fork again and fed her.

Yes, she just deliberately wanted to try this tutor. After all, after that incident, she was a little bit suspicious, but the other party's performance was not out of line, so it was normal to be shy.

Seeing that she was not open her mouth for a long time, Stock promptly reminded her, "Miss, please use it, otherwise you won't be able to catch up with the evening class."

So her thoughts were successfully interrupted. She glared at him fiercely, bit off the carrot, and chewed it without saying a word.

And the unlucky tutor didn't seem to notice that she was angry, and kept urging her with practical actions, without any strength at all.
Chapter completed!