"Are you in love with Mo Xiaotian?" Bai Jingxue leaned on the desk with her head in her hands, looking at Yi Cheng angrily.

"I didn't."

Yi Cheng calmly spread the test paper on the table.

"Where are you going?" Bai Jingxue persevered.

"I'm not."

Yi Cheng took out a pencil from his stationery bag and began to answer the first question.

"You ...... Pick up, pick up ......" Bai Jingxue was ashamed to express.

"Don't talk nonsense."

"I didn't say anything." Bai Jingxue clasped her hands angrily.

"But, we said yes." She put her finger on Yi Cheng's face.

Yi Cheng worked hard to write and didn't raise his head.

"No matter who we have a relationship with, we have to bring it to each other as soon as possible."

"Well, I remember."

Yi Cheng said indifferently.

"So you're really not in a relationship?"

"I don't, I'm not, don't talk nonsense." Yi Cheng responded indifferently.

"Okay."

Bai Jingxue turned around suspiciously, and began to work hard for the last career of the third year of high school, just like him.

……

After finishing the Chinese paper, Yi Cheng felt that he was in a terrible mood.

It can't be said that the test paper Mo Xiaotian gave him is difficult, because no matter how difficult it is, it will be like that for him-

Probably won't or won't.

Large paragraphs of text, it looks like a headache.

Why can't these writers write articles in an easy-to-understand and memorable way like writing online articles?

There is also classical Chinese reading, why did the ancients want so many ambiguous and obscure words.

Influence the worship and understanding of future generations.

After evening self-study, in Bai Jingxue's round and surprised gaze, Mo Xiaotian bent down and rubbed against the wall into Class 3.

"No, isn't that Xiao Lin Hui because of Mo Xiaotian?"

In Mingfeng Middle School, Mo Xiaotian is a celebrity.

She can write poetry and is beautiful.

There are a lot of admirers and junior-grade fans.

In the minds of these boys in Class 3, Mo Xiaotian is a goddess in the world who does not eat fireworks like her title Xiaolin Huiyin.

But what is the goddess sneaking here for?

The classmates who did not leave watched her silently.

I saw Mo Xiaotian winking at them with an elf-like smile.

My heart is melting.

Then she put her index finger to her lips and made a silent gesture.

Everyone closed their mouths in amusement.

Watch her step by step, like a thief, slowly cross the threshold of the classroom and walk past the seats in the front row.

Mo Xiaotian sat down in the vacant seat to Yi Cheng's left.

"Huh?!"

"Huh?!"

"I'll you!"

Everyone was shocked.

Although Bai Jingxue had been mentally prepared for a long time, she couldn't help but puff out when she saw this scene.

Eyes blazing.

Ignoring everyone's gaze, Yi Cheng handed the finished test paper to Mo Xiaotian's hand.

"Let me review it."

As she spoke, she pulled her glasses out of her pocket and put them on.

Mo Xiaotian wore glasses, a little less beautiful and a little more intellectual.

It's the kind of heart-pounding appearance that stands under the cherry blossom tree and holds the Shima poetry book.

Seeing the two of them loving each other so much, the boys who were stunned and didn't dare to go home breathed fire in their eyes, and they couldn't wait to immediately raise a knife and cut this guy Yicheng.

Bai Jingxue was also frightened by their operation.

I said if you don't introduce me to a girlfriend, forget it.

But in school, you should pay attention to your image, don't you do it well in private, you have to be eye-catching?

Don't blame me for not reminding you, Yicheng, you're going to be caught this time, but it's not about criticizing you by name.

……

"Giggles...... "Mo Xiaotian covered his mouth and laughed.

Yi Cheng looked at her dissatisfiedly (mie, the first bleating) (eyes narrowed into a slit, squinting and squinting) at her.

The others looked at Yi Cheng disapprovingly.

"You're a weak chicken." Mo Xiaotian smiled and came to a conclusion.

“……”

What else do I need you to do if I'm good at Chinese?

"Weak chicken?" The boys in the back muttered quietly.

"Which one is weak? ……”

"How much time did it take you to finish?" Mo Xiaotian continued to ask.

"Two hours." Yi Cheng replied truthfully.

It takes two hours to finish the first questions, and only half an hour to write the later essays, which is indeed very tight. (Even the author of the starting point is difficult to write 2000 words in an hour, yes, it is the weak chicken of the author of this book)

Mommy.

Two hours.

There was an experienced teenager in the back who was so frightened that his books fell to the ground.

The photo of Yui caught inside flew out, and he quickly bent down to pick it up.

"emmm......" Mo Xiaotian frowned and thought, "Then it will be very tense in the future, and half an hour is not enough at all." ”

There is still half an hour to go......

The experienced teenager's fingers stopped on the photo in fright.

"yes, I'm stuck at the end of the hour every time." Yi Cheng said with some annoyance, "I can barely make up the quantity, but the quality cannot be guaranteed." ”

Can this amount be made up?!

The experienced teenager's hand holding Yui's photo couldn't stop shaking.

What kind of terrifying and magical technology can do that?!

"Giggle......" Mo Xiaotian laughed and trembled.

"Forget it, under my guidance you will be faster and faster in the future."

Fast?!

Fast?!

Is fast really a good thing?

The experienced teenager finally put the photo back in the book, looking depressed.

Prior to this, with his handsome appearance, sturdy figure and young and expensive combat effectiveness, he could be said to be able to dominate the entire Mingfeng Middle School.

Until today, he didn't know that there were mountain people outside the mountains.

No wonder Kobayashi Hui chose Yicheng.

Admire under it.

The experienced teenager, with heavy steps, left the classroom with several other similarly frustrated people.

Such a scene is too cruel.

There are female tickets, and female tickets are not as beautiful and talented as Mo Xiaotian.

If you are single, if you can't eat this bowl of dog food, you will have low self-esteem and die.

In less than two minutes, there were three people left in the classroom: Yi Cheng, Mo Xiaotian and Bai Jingxue.

"Okay. I've got an idea. ”

Mo Xiaotian put down the scroll, looking like a little teacher.

"Before I instruct you, I'll test you first."

"You say." Yi Cheng nodded.

"If a woman without a husband is called a widow, then what is a man without a wife called?"

Hearing this, Bai Jingxue finally understood a little.

These two people turned out to be a teacher-student relationship.

But it's hard to say whether it will develop into a wet body relationship in the future.

She turned her chair around, sat with her hands on the back of the chair, and looked at them intently.

I'm going to see what the hell you're up to.

"What is a man without a wife called?" Yi Cheng groped his chin.

Why does this question sound so familiar?

"You can't call it a widow, right?"

"Giggle...... Wrong! Mo Xiaotian rolled up the test paper and hit him on the head.

"Will you, children's shoes?" She looked sideways at Bai Jingxue.

Children's Shoes......

Bai Jingxue gritted her teeth.

Don't think I'm afraid of you if you're small and fierce.

"It's called the man of Kun (roll, gun third sound)!" She clasped her hands and tilted her chin up.

She still knew the word.

"Hahahaha......"

Mo Xiaotian almost didn't laugh and rolled over.

?

Yi Cheng didn't quite understand what this was about.

Because my wife is gone, I have to get out?

"Don't pronounce that word." Mo Xiaotian said with a smile, then snatched the pen from Yi Cheng's hand and wrote a big word on the paper-

"Widowhood"

the chicken.

Yi Cheng thought to himself, what the hell is this.

It knows me, I don't know it.