Shi Jiaxin saw that Mu Ling was still ignoring her own reading, and a wave of annoyance rushed directly to her head, "You look down on people!" Hum! This year you have something to look good at! ”

Mu Ling stopped what she was doing, and looked up at a forty-five degree angle, Shi Jiaxin was still dressed as a little princess, with a whole body of pink lace style, usually it should be the favorite of uncles. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"I didn't look down on you, because I didn't look down on you at all, and if you have a pear (pressure), put it in the fridge and let it become a frozen pear (power), don't chirp at me." Staring straight into Shi Jiaxin's eyes, Mu Ling's answer was very calm, but she had another strong aura.

Shi Jiaxin also realized that he couldn't take advantage of his tongue, stomped his feet, shook his head and left, while Li Chao, who was walking towards Mu Ling in the aisle, pretended to pat his chest exaggeratedly and quickened his pace.

"I said, do you need to pinch each other every day? It's still a class anyway, and you have to teach each other in the next two years, I don't know if there is a word called win-win? ”

Mu Ling raised her eyebrows, she never knew that the Demon King of the Mixed World still had the potential to be peaceful.

"Haven't you heard that one mountain can't tolerate two tigers, unless one male and one female?" Mu Ling replied indifferently, as for getting along peacefully with Shi Jiaxin, what kind of international jokes are you making.

Li Chao shook his head, still chose to sit next to Mu Ling, and as soon as he arrived at the position, he put on a look full of grievances.

"I really hope that when I start the class, the teacher smiled and said to me: Come on, what homework do you bring?" Li Chao lay on the table, watching Mu Ling do things unmoved, and continued to make excuses for the existence of summer vacation homework.

"Alas, when you see trees turning into homework books, can you still bear to write homework? At least I can't bear it. ”

So？ Mu Ling's flipping hand paused for a moment.

"So I have a lot left, and sure enough, I'm just too kind." After speaking, he sighed a long sigh.

While speaking, Yuan Guili had already walked into the classroom, seeing that the class was full, and a routine article about the beginning of school began.

As for Mu Ling, she has already finished reading a math book, there is no way, elementary school math is nothing more than addition, subtraction, multiplication and division, looking for rules, many pages Mu Ling turned over without pausing.

Gotta find a way to get a set of junior high school textbooks, well--the headmaster seems to be quite kind, go and discuss it after school.

After school, Mu Ling had already finished reading all the new books she had been given, and as for the texts to memorize, Mu Ling said that she had secretly enabled Qianmiao's memory ability, which was completely imprinted in her brain. Compared with the upbringing of the dead father, the primary school texts are simply a drop in the bucket.

Mu Ling came to the principal's office as promised, and the principal triumphantly took out a small pile of rolls and motioned for Mu Ling to answer the questions on the spot, as for the parents, they had already said hello, and the elementary school ended early, so there was still a lot of time left for Mu Ling to do the questions.

"Just finish writing the previous questions, and you don't need to write the essay." The principal pushed his reading glasses, looked at the clock, and opened his mouth faintly, to be honest, he didn't have much confidence in Mu Ling.

Mu Ling took the test paper and took out the pen, only to hear the sound of brushing compared to rubbing against the paper.

The clock was ticking, and the principal had been sitting in a chair reading the newspaper, and his eyes occasionally glanced at Mu Ling, paying attention to her state, but Mu Ling kept her head buried in her and wrote intently, without a trace of stagnation.

The sun was setting with sleepy eyes, and the orange-red glow swept across the sky.

Mu Ling finished writing the last full stop and wiped the beads of sweat on her forehead, although she remembered most of the content of junior high school, there were always a few poems that had been written silently out of her mind.

As for mathematics and English, they are still within the expected range, and I remember that some quadratic functions were sad in the previous life, but after seeing the derivatives and sequences in high school, these really don't need to cost brain cells.

The principal took the scroll handed by Mu Ling and looked at it with his eyes, the first thing that caught his eye was a row of majestic characters dancing with dragons and snakes, and he glanced up at Mu Ling.

Picking up the red pen, the principal began to review, to be honest, the more the principal criticized, the more shocked he became, except for the errors in the poems, the reading and the answers were slightly different, but the overall step on the idea. After estimating and calculating the scores, at least the focus of the listing is proper.

"You're teaching yourself all this?" The principal put down the test paper and asked hurriedly, "Obediently, this is a genius prodigy!" Ping An Primary School, which has been silent for decades, is also going to be in the news.

"Well, I've spent a long time studying on my own, but I haven't memorized some junior high school texts yet." Mu Ling tried her best to behave peacefully, as for some words, she had already arranged them.

"Not bad, according to your results, you can completely take the key points of the market, and spend another year processing, even if the foreign Chinese junior high school can't fight you." The headmaster wiped his glasses with his sleeve and smiled kindly, with a sparkle of hope in his eyes.

"Okay, I promise to help you register for the high school entrance examination, and our school has also covered the registration fee, so if you have any requirements, just put it forward directly." The registration fee is trivial, in case Mu Ling transfers, it really outweighs the loss.

"Principal, can you help me get a new set of textbooks for junior high school? When I was studying on my own, I borrowed books, and some parts were damaged and I couldn't see clearly. Mu Ling put a bright smile behind her hands, her first step as a top student has been successful, and she will live a very fulfilling life in the next year.

"No problem." The principal replied without hesitation.

"Also, principal, can I take some leave at some special times, after all, I have fully mastered the curriculum of the elementary school."

"Yes, just come to me if you have something. You're welcome, you're the pride of our Ping'an Primary School. The principal laughed twice, patted Mu Ling's shoulder, and motioned for her to go home, it was not early.

Mu Ling trotted towards the hospital, and her originally brisk steps were heavy.

I opened the crack of the door slightly, and saw that in the empty ward, Mu's father was feeding Mu's mother porridge spoonful by spoonful, although his eyes were full of loneliness, but the corners of his lips were full of happiness.

Mu's mother's touching made Mu Ling's heart ache again, Mom, I will definitely give birth to a healing sub-instrument, and at that time, we will be the happiest family.

After settling down, Mu Ling walked in lightly, and Mu's father turned around when he heard the sound.

"You're back, has the skipping application been approved?" Dad Mu tried his best to hide the sadness in his voice.

"Hmm." Mu Ling only told Mu's father that he was going to apply for skipping a grade to be promoted to junior high school, not the high school entrance examination, for fear that he would have a psychological burden.

"Come and drink porridge, put it in a thermos cup, it's still hot."

"Hmm!" Mu Ling nodded heavily, the luck of life is to have a perfect family. And she is a happy child.

A week later, North City, Central Chinese Painting Association.

"Dong Lao, this is a more prominent work in the country after two screenings, a total of more than 1,000 pieces, of which the first, second and third prizes are in front, and the rest are consolation prizes, you can choose one of them at will." Behind the old man with long hair and white sideburns, a man in his forties introduced.