Mingmo didn't realize what changes he had brought to Lin Shangxian's life.

The relationship between people is often like this, the one with many friends and good popularity always wantonly sows his spring breeze and rain, squandered his kindness and splashes it on a bunch of people, and then forgets about it after splashing, completely unaware that he has become the closest person in some people's lives that can almost be described as "the only".

The first time Mingmo found Lin Zhanhan a little strange was when she agreed to invite Tang Shao to dinner.

Tang Shao is the representative of the English class in the first class, he is very energetic, and he is the type of female classmates who have to take a look at when walking on the playground. Tang Shao and Mingmo were at the front and back tables for a semester when they were freshmen in high school, and the two were quite familiar.

Seeing that the end of the semester is approaching, the business of Mingmo's English essay collection is getting better and better, and she even asked Grandma Li to sort out the essay questions of previous years, and divided the exam questions into several categories according to the topic, and planned to publish it according to the topic in the next issue.

However, she sorted out the compositions of the great gods and found that there were some topics that they had not written before, and Mingmo didn't want to empty these topics, so she found Tang Shao.

"Just write two articles per topic! You have four articles, and the second class of English class represents another four, and they are divided very quickly. Mingmo said.

Tang Shao joked with her: "What's the benefit?" ”

"Don't beat around the bush, don't you just want to eat the skewers at the school gate?" Mingmo waved his hand proudly, "I'll treat you after school on Friday......"

Before she could finish her sentence, she felt a chill run down her spine.

Either someone suddenly moved an air conditioner to blow at her, or someone passed behind her.

Mingmo turned around, and sure enough, Lin Zhanhan's fairy robe fluttered past behind her.

Then Lin Shangxian turned his head and said as if very casually: "I heard that the oil from this unlicensed barbecue restaurant is fished out of the sewer next to the public toilet. ”

Mingmo: "......"

She seriously doubted that Lin Zhanhan's Chinese didn't know when to hide their progress, otherwise why could he have managed to describe a sentence of gutter oil so impactfully.

Tang Shao was obviously shocked by Lin Shangxian, and he suggested, "Then let's go eat something else." ”

Mingmo warned him not to blackmail himself from places that were too expensive per capita, and then returned to his seat and began to study on his own.

She was a little surprised to find that Lin Zhanhan didn't skip today's self-study class, and worked hard to write for a night.

"When the child is older, he knows how to study hard." During self-study the next night, Mingmo made the old mother feel relieved and teased Lin Zhanhan.

Lin Zhanhan rolled his eyes and left without eating the world.

The next morning, Mingmo saw a thick pile of composition paper on his desk.

"Oh my God, Don Xiao, you're too fast!" Mingmo flipped through the composition paper and praised Tang Shao two rows away, "And why did you practice such a riotous flower style character?" Tell me honestly, did you plan to write a love letter to the American hottie in the International Department? ”

"Where are the American babes? How I didn't know! Tang Shaogang rushed into the class with bread in his mouth, and at this time he was hurriedly looking for English textbooks in his schoolbag and preparing to take them to read in the morning, "There was too much homework yesterday, I'll give you Fan Wenha on the weekend!" ”

Mingmo was stunned, and looked down at the composition paper in his hand again.

One hand with a pen and a flower body.

I've seen other people's English handwriting in the class, but I really don't have this way.

She thought for a moment in shock, then looked back at Lin Zhanhan.

Lin Shangxian turned his head to look at the window at this moment, with a calm expression that was admiring the campus scenery outside the window.

Mingmo: "The curtains haven't been opened, what are you looking at?" ”

Lin Zhanhan: "......"

He withdrew his gaze and complimented without a trace, "Nicecurtain."

Mingmo: "......"

She shook the composition paper in her hand: "You wrote it?" ”

As a result, before Lin Zhanhan could admit it, Yang Yuxin walked in from outside: "Momo, Grandma Li invites you to tea." ”