(xvii)

"So, you're going to cook for me yourself?"

Wei Jinqian followed Mo Li's words and looked at Mo Li expectantly. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Mo Li glanced at Wei Jinqian with the eyes of a fool, wasn't her words sarcastic Wei Jinqian inside and out?

Is there any one of them that suggests that she is going to cook for him?

Just looking at Wei Jinqian's unsightly face, especially when the culprit was still herself, she felt as if she couldn't say anything to refuse.

Mo Li stiffly hooked the corners of her mouth, and then nodded very reluctantly.

Self-inflicted, not to live, as if it were her.

"Then let's go back." Wei Jinqian naturally took Mo Li's hand.

couldn't shake it off, so Mo Li let him hold it.

At the crossroads, Mo Li saw Cheng Yi, who was supposed to be in the History Museum.

Has he finished reading it too?

Looking at his back, the coldness that emanated from his bones was distressing but daunting, and he didn't dare to approach.

The words that Mo Li was about to shout finally dissipated in his throat and disappeared into silence.

What Mo Li can see, Wei Jinqian can naturally see.

It's just that he doesn't have any position to say anything.

Mo Li retracted her gaze and walked home quietly, silent along the way.

"Huh? It turns out that Jin Qian went out to look for you. ”

Moli's mother looked at the two people who came back together, and wanted to make fun, but suddenly found that the atmosphere seemed to be a little wrong.

Her heartless daughter didn't seem to be in high spirits.

"Hmm." Mo Li hooked the corners of her mouth and said hello to her mother and her father who was watering the flowers.

……

After Mo Li returned to the bedroom, Mo Li's mother sneaked to Mo Li's father to bite her ears and whisper, looking mysterious.

There is no need to guess, I also know that I am secretly exchanging things about Mo Li and Wei Jinqian.

Moli's father took the trouble to listen to his girl's heart-bursting wife, who was doing Sherlock Holmes.

Then he smiled dotingly and touched his head to kill.

After Mo Li changed her clothes and came out, she saw such a scene of dog abuse.

It seems that my father's flirting skills are also very skilled.

The day goes by quickly, the weekend passes, and Monday arrives.

Wei Jinqian took a leave of absence due to allergies, and Moli was finally able to go to school alone comfortably.

It's just that there is no annoying guy around, and I feel a little unaccustomed.

Well, habits are such a terrible thing.

"Senior Cheng Yi?" Mo Li looked at Cheng Yi, who was still in a white shirt and jeans at the school gate, still as chic as the wind and as clean as water.

"Hmm."

"I'm waiting for you."

Without waiting for Mo Li to ask, Cheng Yi said simply and coldly.

Mo Li blinked and pointed at herself, "Wait for me?" ”

Is this world once again fantastical? Mo Li subconsciously looked up to see if the sun was rising in the west.

"Well, there's an ancient poetry contest that needs a partner, and I want to go with you."

"Do you have time?"

Maybe Cheng Yi really can't do this kind of initiative to invite people, so his words sound a little stiff and shy.

"I have time, but I'm afraid ......"

"I believe in you." Cheng Yi didn't wait for Mo Li to finish speaking, and said to himself.

"......" Mo Li looked confused

How much confidence does Cheng Yi have to believe her, her poetry literacy is not high.

The reason why she did well in the exam was because she never forgot to memorize the basic textbooks.

With Cheng Yi's level, the competitions she participated in were at least provincial, is she embarrassed to be thrown in front of the whole province and even the people of the whole country?

"Senior Cheng Yi, can I ask what level the competition is?" Mo Li asked cautiously.

"At the national level."

“……”

Cheng Yi's light breeze made Mo Li really want to find a mouse hole to get into.

It's really a prophecy, and the shame is going to be thrown in front of the national audience.

Thinking about his father, the youngest professor in his own liberal arts college, Mo Li felt as if he was going to discredit his father again.

The word pit dad is really vivid.

"Don't call me Senior Cheng Yi in the future, we are partners, just call me Cheng Yi."

"I'm going to be late for class, let's go."

Mo Li was a little stunned, could it be that her relationship with Cheng Yi was already so good?

For half a day, Mo Li was a little absent-minded.

The national ancient poetry contest sounds so lofty.

No, she felt like she needed to fight at night.

So, Mo Li found an excuse to beg for three days off, and she wanted to go home and temporarily cram.

Dad's study has a large collection of books on ancient poetry.

In order not to be too bumpy, I spelled.

Before leaving school, Mo Li made a special trip to Cheng Yi and told him her plans, and then politely rejected Cheng Yi's proposal to tutor her.

Cheng Yi is about to take the high school entrance examination, so she and the rotten wood should not occupy his time.

"Dad, Dad, help, emergency, urgency, big urgency."

Mo Liyi opened the door and shouted a little exaggeratedly.

"Your dad went to work, but it's you, shouldn't you be in class at this time, why did you come back?" Mother Moli, who was arranging flowers, asked a little strangely.

"I'm on leave, Mom, I'm going to Dad's study to read." Mo Li hurriedly explained, and ran to the study.

After all, there are still five days to play. Time is precious, and she needs to race against time.

Moli's mother put down the flowers and grabbed the hasty Moli, intending to get to the bottom of it.

But Mo Li, who knew his mother's temperament, smeared oil on the soles of her feet, ran into her father's kitchen as soon as she slipped a cigarette, and closed the door deadly.

Mo Li, who was in the study, suddenly remembered that she had forgotten to ask about the rules and scoring requirements of the competition, is there anyone as stupid as her in this world?

So, Mo Li estimated the time when the school would end and dialed Cheng Yi's phone.

"Senior Cheng Yi." The moment the phone was answered, Mo Li said.

"Cheng Yi." Cheng Yi's voice came from the other end of the phone.

Mo Li was at a loss for a while, but after thinking about it, she remembered that Cheng Yi had corrected her title in the morning, and rolled her eyes helplessly.

The world of the masters, I don't understand.

It's time to burn your eyebrows, and you're still paying attention to such a trivial thing as a salutation.

At this time, Mo Li forgot that this was a top priority for her, and it was a trivial matter for a talented person who was rich and rich.

"Cheng Yi, that, I want to ask about the process and rules of the competition."

"I was negligent." When Mo Li's words fell, Cheng Yi's voice of self-reproach rang on the other end of the phone, and then that nice voice began to introduce the so-called rules and procedures of the competition to Mo Li.

"The contest is divided into three aspects: poetry recognition, poetry dictation, and literary knowledge...... Jing Ye's cold voice passed through the current of the mobile phone, and there was a faint feeling of quiet years in Mo Li's ears.

If you leave in peace, say

Happy New Year, dear ones.

Maybe everyone is watching the Spring Festival Gala, or eating Chinese New Year's Eve.

Momda.