What contact information should I leave for Chengbo Haoyue...... When the other party called, he answered it without knowing it, and he went to the gang.

can't tell the truth, after all, Mo Chongqian played the female number to avoid the attention of the official. So the less people know about it, the better.

Mo Chongqian thought about it and shook his head.

“

Hirozuki Chengba: Why?

”

Mo Chongqian looked at Chengbo Haoyue's face, although he was still expressionless, but it was difficult to hide the loss in his eyes.

So Mo Chongqian deliberately turned his face away and looked at King Arthur's ideals and the bombardment of Mars.

"What's wrong?" King Arthur's ideals were inexplicable.

"Ayaka plus my contact information!" said Spark with a grin, but it looked very empty.

Mo Chongqian didn't speak, just stared at them. Finally, Chengbo Haoyue noticed.

The system prompts that Spark has been asked to leave the team.

The system prompts that King Arthur's ideals have been asked to leave the party.

“

Chengbo Haoyue: I can say it

”

The corners of Mo Chongqian's mouth twitched, and he said in his heart that I stared at them meant that I didn't want to tell them, so I didn't want to tell you, and besides, you can talk to me privately.

After thinking about it, Mo Chongqian decided to leave his contact number to Chengbo Haoyue. He called from the private channel.

“

Ayaka: I don't look at my phone during class hours

Chengbo Haoyue: Yes

”

Now you need to be careful not to answer strange calls rashly, Mo Chongqian thought.

After saying goodbye to Chengbo Haoyue, Mo Chongqian boarded out of the game. It's 5:45 a.m., and it's time for school.

He finally checked the online message and saw that the math teacher had sent him a letter asking him to download an app to his phone.

Mo Chongqian clicked on the link to enter the website, and the name of the app was "Voice Changer".

……

Math teacher, you must have had a complete, successful, and brilliant experience of cyber fraud.

In the remaining dozens of minutes, Mo Chongqian packed the video he had just recorded into an email and sent it to the official to apply for achievement points. He didn't ask his math teacher to help him make a video of the game that was artistically appreciative, but left it as it was. First, I am embarrassed to always ask the math teacher for help, and secondly, the math teacher's style of making videos is too obvious, although I am worried that it may be superfluous, but Mo Chongqian is still unwilling to do anything that may make the official suspect himself.

Early in the morning, all the students involved in the educational project took off their helmets one by one. The room was filled with the smell of eight-treasure porridge for breakfast.

At breakfast, Mo Chongqian felt that these companions were no longer as reckless, vulgar, and chattering about unnutritious topics as they had been the day before, and they would talk a little about their past events, and occasionally, about their future plans.

It seems to be slowly changing.

A carload of people was sent back to school, dismounted and dispersed, and each returned to his school building and class.

In the morning light, the campus has returned to its former tranquility, and the school flower guards are no longer active and troublesome. Teachers who are on the right track of teaching are rarely relaxed, and in addition to attending classes, many people have started to play cards in fitness, except for one person.

Mo Chongqian knocked on the door of the math teacher's office, then pushed it open and entered, and the math teacher turned his chair like the commander-in-chief of the headquarters: "You can go to the high school math project competition right away." ”

"Wait a minute, why haven't I heard of it?" Mo Chongqian shrank into the corner.

"I'm a math teacher in this school, and I can't do anything if the task is on my head," the math teacher spread his hands indifferently, "Our school has to send a team to compete." Well, in previous years, it was the penultimate one, and I don't know why I have to continue to be embarrassed. ”

"But teacher, I don't have such competition training......" Mo Chongqian suddenly stopped, he remembered the strange game planning related math problems that the math teacher had assigned to him these days.

It turned out that I was specially asked to learn this kind of mathematics, which is impossible for high school students to come into contact with, in order to use me to explain and cope with work tasks? Mo Chongqian pressed his entire palm on his face.

"Do you have any dissatisfaction, if you don't like that kind of training, starting today, you will specialize in after-class practice questions, plus the paper of 'Centennial College Entrance Examination and Millennium Simulation'. ”

"No, no, I'm super satisfied with the 5-star praise, teacher, you worked hard to come up with those topics......"

The math teacher pushed his glasses, "You can understand this painstaking effort, it's good," he said, he walked to the window with his hands behind his back, "because I sent you to participate, so I need to tailor a project for you." According to my observations, you like and are good at playing games, so this time you should declare a game-related topic. ”

Mo Chongqian listened to the math teacher's unauthorized arrangement, but he couldn't think of any reason to oppose it.

The match will be played in 1 week, and then Zhongli Li will be back, and there is still a lot of time.

During recess and lunch break, Mo Chongqian was in the math teacher's office, trying to think about and write a plan document for the operation of a game as a project for this competition.

The sun was setting over the office window. Dinner was a boxed lunch as usual, and Mo Chongqian asked the math teacher to go to the take-out menu, and finally he didn't have to eat half and vomit half.

On this day, I still gathered at the door of the café first, and then transported it to the math teacher's house in a car, but while Mo Chongqian was waiting for the car, the phone rang.

Mo Chongqian didn't think much about it, and answered casually: "Hello." ”

"Ah...... Wrong!" was a girl's voice on the other end of the line, and then hung up.

Mo Chongqian remembered one thing - he left the contact information of "Ayahua" for Chengbo Haoyue in the game.

It's going to be bad. Gotta call back and explain.

Mo Chonggan clicked on the voice changer software, tested the tuning, and made his voice sound like that of an 18-year-old female announcer, and then called back.

"Hey, is it Chengbo Haoyue?" said Mo Chongqian, the female announcer.

"Ah, yes. Today, come. "The girl on the other end of the phone sounds very thin, and she sounds like she is 16 or 7 years old, and she feels like she is a little depressed and can't let go.

"Later, I'm still tutoring, my junior brother took it for me just now. Mo Chongqian explained casually.

"Okay, wait for you. "Chengbo Haoyue doesn't look like a girl who likes to talk a lot, she will be silent after saying a word, waiting for Mo Chongqian to talk about it.

However, Mo Chongqian saw that the math teacher's car had already come, and it was not appropriate to deceive others in front of these classmates.

"Look back. Mo Chongqian took the initiative to hang up the phone.

He didn't expect that Chengbo Haoyue actually took the initiative to call him. However, this is probably because Ayaka whom Chengbo Haoyue knows is a woman, so she dares to take the initiative to make this call.

I'm a little sorry, but during this time, I have to keep Ayaka's identity hidden below the water.