After Wu Yong's sincere and loyal request, Liu Sisi finally agreed to let Wu Yong get out of the sea of suffering, temporarily stay in the room of the beautiful roommate next to him for a few days, and enjoy the cool summer brought by the air conditioner, anyway, this sister has not been home at night recently.

After receiving such preferential treatment, Wu Yong was so moved that he almost gave a warm hug to Liu Sisi, who was cool.

I almost forgot that this beautiful housemaster is a veritable landlord, and he is the object of oppression and exploitation, the two are in different classes, and it should be true that there should be irreconcilable contradictions, and embracing this kind of behavior must be immoral.

Holding the concession of the beautiful room chief, Wu Yong did not hesitate to move the battlefield of review and preparation from his own house, which was almost comparable to the stove, to the room of the beautiful roommate next door, and a penetrating coolness came to his face.

Wu Yong had to sigh that the air conditioner was really a good thing.

In addition, this is a beautiful roommate's boudoir, although I have never met this beauty, but from the exquisite room decoration, the faint fragrance floating in the air, I have already felt that this roommate must be a pure beauty, and the expectation is absolutely 100%.

In such a unique environment, Wu Yong couldn't do it if he wanted to review badly, and it was no surprise that it had the effect of getting twice the result with half the effort.

I was very relieved that Liu Sisi, the beautiful roommaster in Grand's Taiwanese style, did not have the habit of disturbing her roommates, so that Wu Yong spent an exceptionally quiet and comfortable night.

When the first rays of warm sunlight were projected into the room, Wu stretched his waist comfortably, feeling infinitely full of spirit and infinite confidence, and no longer had to hear the trembling complaints of his mother's aunt and uncle like a pharaoh's curse at dawn, and he could finally yearn for a free life.

Of course, this freedom is relative, after all, the head of the house has Grande blood.

Another identity of the head of the house is the famous milk tea Xi Shi of Lujiang No. 8 Middle School, although he is famous, he does not dare to be absent at will, so he opened the door early in the morning to take care of the Sisi milk tea shop, so that Wu Yong can enjoy this quiet space alone.

"It's so cool!" Wu Yong couldn't help but sigh as he paced back and forth in the immaculate hall, breathing in the fresh politeness of the green leaves brushing through the window.

A feeling that I hadn't felt in a long time came naturally.

Since he was released from prison, he has lived a very good life in the days when his aunt and mother did not come back, sleeping until he wakes up naturally every day, and his cousin, who looks like water, has made himself a delicious breakfast, which can be said to be a kind of prince-like life in a fairy tale.

And as soon as the aunt returned, the nightmare began. I don't know if the structure of my uncle's brain is extraordinarily chic, as if I was on a mechanical clockwork, complaining from east to west every day, from my uncle's bad and that bad, saying that my cousin has no talent and no virtue. Several times Wu Yong wanted to defend Pinyi Shuangxin's cousin, if the cousin hadn't quietly stopped, it is estimated that the contradiction with the mother worm would have broken up at least half a month earlier.

After going around the living room a few times, Wu Yong found that there was a fly in the ointment, and there was always something missing from the princely life before.

After thinking about it for a while, I realized that I was hungry.

In the past, I lived at my uncle's house, and although I listened to my aunt's dead nagging every day, I could also eat my cousin's delicious breakfast. And there is obviously a lack of a beautiful woman like her cousin Xiao Yunyu, otherwise it can be said that it is a perfect world like heaven.

After searching around the hall, I found that there were a lot of snacks such as melon seeds and biscuits on the coffee table, but for Wu Yong, who was cultivating the imperial qi comparable to Zhu Bajie's big stomach king, it was tantamount to a drop in the bucket, so he pinned his only hope on the double-layer refrigerator at the kitchen door.

Wu Yong opened the refrigerator with great hope, and it was quite empty, except for a few slender cucumbers in a box, there was nothing inside.

But in the huge refrigerator, there are only a few cucumbers lying down, and it is obvious that it is a pit man.

"Hmph!" After careful identification, Wu Yong was sure that these cucumbers had just been purchased from the supermarket and unopened, so he snorted coldly and decided to eliminate them, just along with the small biscuits on the coffee table, even if it was to deal with breakfast.

Regardless of whether it is raw or cooked, cold or hot, it is good to be able to eat it in your mouth and fill your stomach.

Originally, I thought that it seemed that I would leave a cucumber for the beautiful roommaster to deal with the lonely long night, but the stomach that was still protesting still repelled its thoughts and pushed the last cucumber into the stomach. After eating, when he thought of the special use of cucumbers, Wu Yong felt a little evil.

Of course, there is no guilt.

After all, this may also be a chance for yourself.

After eating a special breakfast and facing the bright sunshine, Wu Yong started the first day of freedom, and there was an indescribable comfort in his heart.

Time is easy to throw people away, red cherries, soft bananas.

Unconsciously, the battle of the monthly examination of the third year of high school has entered the penultimate day, and the melancholy on the faces of the flowers of the motherland has clearly increased by a few points.

With the bright sunshine, Wu Yong walked into the classroom with a confident look, which brought a great contrast with the mood of other students.

At this moment, even the Martian Wu Wangxiong, who was completely dead to school, actually picked up the textbook for the first time and reviewed the eight classics.

After all, people want to face trees and bark, although they don't want to be able to step into an ivory tower such as the capital's famous mansion, but they can't be too ugly, otherwise it will be difficult to get mixed up here. The fat man Wang Lei has taken Wu Yong as an example, and the long-term review battle has been going on for a long time, and he is the most outstanding representative of Wu Yong who has brought positive influence to the class.

At this last moment, even the baby who was hugging Buddha was already full of strength and began the final struggle.

If someone dares not to review, there is only one person, that is, Liu Meimei, the witch next to Wu Yong, who is still asleep at this time, which is incompatible with the solemn atmosphere in the class.

Since Liu Meili expounded on the uselessness of reading last time, Wu Yong has understood that she is hopeless, and she has fallen into a situation from which she will never recover, so she simply no longer wastes her words and lives to kindly remind her.

The day before the monthly exam, those subject teachers who usually raced against time to forcibly occupy the classroom should have given the students a chance to breathe and digest themselves according to the previous management, but the mathematics teacher Zhao Yibo was unusual, and he ignored everyone's feelings and said that he wanted to consolidate the previous knowledge, and forcibly occupied two classes. As soon as the name of the black-hearted bald donkey was put on the podium, naturally he didn't dare to speak, but most of the students were absolutely angry and didn't dare to speak.

If there is one class that students can be willing to take on the eve of the monthly exam, it is that the teacher has mastered the secret information of the exam and shared it in class to achieve the purpose of common progress.

However, although this black-hearted bald donkey is ruthless, he is by no means a person with great powers, and naturally no one believes that he can get the slightest reliable secret of the monthly exam papers, otherwise the faces in the audience will not be like eggplants beaten by frost.

After the last wonderful battle, the black-hearted bald donkey also defined Wu Yong as Liu Meimei's second, and simply ignored him. Wu Yong was free and relaxed, and did not hesitate to take out other subjects for self-study, which is the most fashionable learning method at present.

"This question is the finale of the national volume five years ago, give everyone ten minutes to see who can do it!" Zhao Yibo has always been like a river gushing, chanting the scriptures for most of the class, it is estimated that his mouth is dry, and he wrote a problem similar to the application of calculus on the blackboard, and then threw away the chalk, said to the students in the audience, and grabbed the water cup in front of the podium and drank it with a grunt.

Although the students in the audience were extremely reluctant like a woman in the Qinglou who had received an old man who was over the age of six, out of the prestige of the math teacher Zhao Yibo, they still grabbed the pen and began to perform calculations in the draft book.

In addition to the chalk head skill, this black-hearted bald donkey also has a good ability to insult.

Especially when the topic is raised, if no one in the class makes it, the whole class will be insulted, of course, it is not the kind of naked insult that scolds the street, but the irony that is ironic, but it makes people unable to grasp the handle and complain. Many righteous-minded classmates in the class once protested against Zhao Yibo's insults and hurt the dignity of the classmates, but they were all forcibly suppressed by Zhao Yibo.

After the analysis of some people with super high IQ, the best way to get rid of Zhao Yibo's humiliation is not to give him a chance.

From the point of view of dialectical theory, this is the best way, which is to eliminate it from the root.

Therefore, every time Zhao Yibo wrote a question on the blackboard, the whole class reached an unprecedented state of unity, and over time, the ability of the students in the class to answer the questions was also greatly improved. To a certain extent, Zhao Yibo's behavior also had the effect of hitting the right one, invisibly adding chips to his title of famous teacher. No, the students in the class soon entered a state of being a great enemy again, staring at the blackboard one by one and thinking about it, biting the pencil shaft very messily.

In normal times, there must be a smart master, or a capable person who reads the sea of questions, and at the moment after Zhao Yibo's chalk dripped, he answered the question for the honor of the class, but this time he obviously encountered obstacles, and ten minutes passed, and still no one played.

"When the time comes, which classmate can answer?" Zhao Yibo looked at his watch, and when the second hand just crossed the twelve o'clock, he clapped his hands and said to the students in the audience who were still sad, with a sense of pride in his tone.

There was a whisper in the audience, but no one raised their hands in response.

"What, didn't anyone make it?" Zhao Yibo had a smile on his face, a little mockery, his eyes wandered around the classroom, and there was a bit of domineering in his expression that he hadn't seen for a long time, as if the king was inspecting the territory that had just been recovered, and he couldn't help but be happy. However, the classroom was still silent.

"Xiang He, what are your ideas for solving the problem?" Zhao Yibo's eyes finally fell on Xiang He, the squad leader who was sitting in the first row with a pair of black-rimmed glasses and looked extremely gentle. Class leader Xiang He's mathematical level is an authoritative class in Class 16, and he is also Zhao Yibo's most proud protégé. On the performance list of the sixteenth class, there are two positions that are generally iron-beaten, one is the last throne of the fat man Wang Lei, and the other is the top of the list of the squad leader Xiang He.

Although people can't look good, but when they hear their names, they are like people, but this truth is not false at all in Xiang He.

When comrades with divergent thinking hear the name "Xianghe", they will definitely soon make an associative move to reduce the word, and it has become a sensitive word that is quite popular at present. According to the gossip of the class leader's dead friend, when the name was chosen, it was really two words, and it is said that the grandfather who was still the head of the class and respected spent seven days and seven nights to smash a book of words and take down the name.

At that time, the class leader was still young, and the people in the society were still relatively pure, and the chrysanthemum was just a chrysanthemum, but it was already**, but there were not many people who wanted to be crooked, and the class leader's nickname "Shushu" was also called catchy, so he did not find this hidden danger that was enough to leave a shadow in a person's life. It wasn't until the head of the class was in the sixth grade of the last sound in elementary school and began to enter adolescence that he was teased by his classmates around him and realized that this was a serious problem.

At that time, the grandfather of the class leader had already died, and when he proposed to change the name, the family did not agree, because this was the grandfather who had worked hard to get it, and then the class leader threatened him with death, and the family thought of a name that would have the best of both worlds, and added a word to the end, and the class leader had to compromise and accept. The head of the class thought that he would be able to knock this historical problem into the dust after spending a lot of hush money to be promoted to junior high school, but he was betrayed by his sworn party, which made the nickname "**" even louder.

Later, the head of the class no longer cared, because these two words had become very appropriate for him.

In order to make the grandfather get the real meaning of this name, the head of the class looked up the meaning of these two words in the dictionary, and then used his spare time to read the secretary of these two words all over, combined with the practical action blockbuster handed down from the island country, it is said that it has reached the realm of selflessness that does not leave the fun of exporting three sentences, which can be called a living dictionary of the men and women of the sixteenth class. He has gathered a group of fans, and whenever he has free time, he will organize discussion meetings to popularize the way of science.

Due to special interests and hobbies, it is estimated that it has a special impact on the body's hormones, and Xiang He's face is covered with pimples that represent this vigorous growth, or if you don't look closely, you think it's Guan Gong's face, if it weren't for a pair of glasses to cover it up, there would definitely be no such Sven appearance. In view of its unique lunar surface appearance, it has the reputation of "Moon Brother" in the class.

Students with such a heavy taste should not be liked by the teachers, but this Xiang He is naturally gifted, super smart, and has good grades in all subjects, especially his mathematical attainments have reached a realm that no one can match, and he has become the iron ace of the sixteenth class, the overlord on the score list, and it is difficult to make the teachers hate it, especially the black-hearted bald donkey Zhao Yibo, who has regarded it as a gold medal in his palm, and almost recognized him as a godson.

Usually, Mr. Xiang He can make a splash and create miracles when everyone is scratching their heads and hesitating.

However, this time it was very tricky for Xiang He.

didn't find the right way to solve the problem, but Zhao Yibo personally ordered his own general, which was very embarrassing. Although the class leader has unsightly taste, he is also upright, and he doesn't know what to do, so he replied bluntly, "Teacher, I haven't thought of a good solution to the problem yet!"

"Zhao Lingying, what about you?"

For his proud protégé, Zhao Yibo has always been partial, and he didn't criticize him too much, so he turned his gaze to Zhao Lingying, a small beautiful female student sitting on the right side of Xianghe, and asked.

Zhao Lingying is small and delicate but sweet-looking, with long black hair and big eyes, like a small jasper-like existence.

Presumably, as long as the students who are admitted to the key high school of Lujiang No. 8 Middle School really have a cordial feeling for the name "Zhao Lingying".

That's right, there is an article called Jing Petition in a certain volume of language books in a certain grade of the primary school, and Lin Xiangru is the protagonist who makes many people envious, jealous and hateful, and can make Lian Po, a general with high merit, carry a thorny thorn on his back to ask for guilt, which shows that his person is extraordinary, and the position of Zhao Guo's secretary is not in vain. Presumably, Zhao Lingying's father or grandfather has admired this character for a long time, so he will give his daughter such a special name.

Although this name is easy to misunderstand, it is many times better than the cheesy and exposed name of Xiang He.

In terms of grades, Zhao Lingying can be said to be a dark horse in the thirty-sixth class of high school, at the beginning of the school was still a lower middle student, in just three or two months, has been firmly in the second place in the performance rankings, second only to Xiang He, Xiang He is the myth that never falls on the rankings, and after him, it is already recognized as the highest level that can be achieved, so Zhao Lingying is also a small miracle-like existence.

"I didn't come up with ......!" was named by Zhao Yibo, Zhao Lingying was a little depressed, stood up, and whispered.

Xiang He is a well-known math overlord, and his mathematical attainments can already be on par with the ace teacher Lei Yanming's special forces senior high school class, and he has achieved brilliant achievements that surpass them more than once. What's more, the reason why Zhao Lingying is currently under Xiang He is completely because of her unsightly math scores, and Zhao Yibo obviously knows about this situation.

"If this question appears in the college entrance examination, wouldn't the whole army be wiped out, and what will be my face?" Zhao Yibo was not surprised by Zhao Lingying's answer, nor did he let her sit down, but in front of the whole class, he began to scold the most proficient.

People who don't specifically target people, and scold the whole class for being angry but can't hold the evidence.

This is also where Zhao Yibo's skills lie.

"Zhao Lingying, do you spend too little time on mathematics, you look at the results of all subjects, why can't you do mathematics? You won't be forgiven for this question today, but your mathematics scores can't be too bad, do you know what the teacher in the office said about me, saying that I didn't teach you well, and mathematics dragged back!" Zhao Yibo seemed to change his style this time, and even scolded Zhao Lingying.