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Since someone is so supportive of himself, it seems a little inappropriate to sit here and watch the play by himself.

"I really don't know if you are the trust that Shi Jiaxin found? Or eat her family's food, this kind of inexplicable words can also be said. Very calmly, Mu Ling stood up slowly.

gave Yuan Guili a smile in return, and Mu Ling said that she would just leave the rest to her.

Before Shi Jiaxin could refute, Mu Ling said again, "I ask for leave, I don't read it early, because I have this strength, if you can memorize 300 Tang poems word for word, if you can get all the homework right, I believe that you also have this treatment." ”

After a slight pause, Mu Ling cleared her throat, "I don't know what kind of psychology you have, when you see something better than yourself, you just say things that disrespect others, and I don't know what kind of upbringing you have, casually denying the hard work of others." ”

"If you are the kind of person who is easy to be led by the nose, I advise you to intern as a nanny as soon as possible, and you may be able to succeed in the position."

Mu Ling's words were very polite, even a little harsh, but she felt that she still woke up this group of little children at this moment, and before others could say a word, they ran up.

"Mu Ling, who are you scolding?" Hearing such sarcastic words, Zhao Yu took the lead in taking a seat, tore open his throat and began to question.

Although they are still elementary schools, most of them are innocent children, but they have heard of the news of the top three in the society, so they naturally have a little understanding of this aspect. Besides, it's not uncommon for elementary school students to fall in love now.

"Whoever should be is whoever." Mu Ling pretended to be innocent and spread her hands.

Zhao Yugang wanted to fight back, but Shi Jiaxin signaled with his eyes to stop scolding, not that she didn't want to start a tearing war with Mu Ling, but she had understood Mu Ling's eloquence, and it was no fun to quarrel with her.

Xueba is a scholar after all, and he is indeed calmer than a scumbag in handling things, but the top student among primary school students is not very good at fighting too much for high school scum.

"Mu Ling, since you said that you can live by memorizing 300 Tang poems and have the right not to read them early, can you let me investigate and see if you are really as powerful as you say!"

Shi Jiaxin's words were unpredictable, which made Mu Ling sound a little unpleasant.

"Glad to be!" You can't lose your momentum, Mu Ling squinted her eyes, and the brilliance of fighting spirit burned all over her body.

It's been a long time since I've slapped my face like this, and my heart is very itchy.

"There is no rain cover for the lotus." Shi Jiaxin asked.

"The chrysanthemum remnant still has proud frost branches." Mu Ling didn't have the slightest doubt and blurted out.

"Drunk and Wu Yin are flattering."

"Who's white-haired?" Mu Ling smiled and looked directly into Shi Jiaxin's eyes.

“......“

“......“

The two fought like this for 300 rounds, and it was a dark place, a rain of bullets, a horse leather shroud, phew, far away.

In short, Shi Jiaxin specially picked out those tricky questions, but Mu Ling relied on her shallow memory ability and memorized some poetry collections a long time ago, so for her, these challenges to the previous sentence and the next sentence are not a thing.

Now, Shi Jiaxin's gaze almost swallowed Mu Ling, and anyone who was close could probably hear the sound of gritting teeth.

"Hmph, there's nothing to say, this is called strength! It's not like those three-legged cat kung fu. "Mu Ling is a typical psychology of being cheap and selling well, so she almost didn't shake her ass and twist it.

Shi Jiaxin was silent, and a group of friends also chose to remain silent, only Li Chao, a rough man, applauded vigorously, and it was particularly abrupt in the quiet classroom.

Who made him have no impression of these poems at all, and I personally feel that it is quite pretending to be able to speak fluent poetry.

was glared at by Zhao Yu, Li Chao still supported Mu Ling as if he was fine, and Huo Yan also smiled brightly.

In this way, this matter is over, Mu Ling not only successfully pretended to be forced, but also gained some small fans, and took another small step forward in the journey of being a scholar.

After a day, it was time for basketball training after school.

Seeing the physical education teacher who had been away for half a month again, Mu Ling wanted to shout: "Teacher, you can't shave your beard!" ”

I believe this is the voice of many young girls who have a budding spring heart.

Wang Jie is very masculine, coupled with his burly figure, he is the object of choice in the hearts of many young female teachers, and the original short slag is also a manifestation of charm, but according to the current process.

Teacher, do you want to grow a beard?

Of course, Mu Ling didn't dare to ask that.

"Yo, Mu Ling, you're back, can you still keep up with the process?" As the instructor of this competition, of course, he hopes to get a good ranking, although Mu Ling's talent is very good, but if there is no acquired training, no team spirit, it is better to give up.

"Of course, I can." Mu Ling patted her chest, she could see Wang Jie's worries, but she was also full of confidence in herself.

"Okay, you can partner with Huo Yan and practice the team's cooperation skills together." After giving the order, Wang Jie walked to the boys' team.

"Mu Ling, you are really a bull this morning, why are you so tough!" Seeing Mu Ling walking forward, Huo Yan immediately greeted her.

"It's nothing, just memorize more." Touching the back of her head embarrassedly, Mu Ling replied curtly.

After that, it was the tedious practice time, Mu Ling's receptivity was quite strong, and it took an hour to get a rough idea of the training content of this week, although it was not proficient, but it was barely presentable.

When she got home, the first thing Mu Ling did was to turn on the computer and watch the data of the novel at the end of the day.

The selection for the last fifteen days of the Fantasy Award adopts a voting system, and each reader has three votes, which can be overlapped with one author or three can be selected separately.

Today is the first day, Mu Ling opened the data ranking, and a cold sweat poured down.

8th place!

Although it has moved forward by one place, the overall result is still not ideal.

It seems that in this final sprint stage, he must come up with materials that can win the championship, and this material is definitely not something that can be succeeded by imitating the gods of the previous life, all novels need to be self-characteristics.

Stiffened in front of the computer desk for a long time, Mu Ling's mind fell into an empty situation.

Gradually, in the moment when Mu Ling didn't notice it, a faint yellow light flashed on her body.

With that, a light seemed to fly through his mind, making the originally dark thoughts suddenly brighter.

What I have always ignored is the boundless cool point, just caring about letting the protagonist abuse the scum and escalate quickly, but he has never suffered a major setback.

This is different from the abuse text, the ending of the abuse text is tragic, but when it is mixed with difficulties that cannot be reached by one protagonist, it will have a different effect.