Chapter Ninety-Six: Preparing for the Olympiad 2

The bell for class just rang, and Mo Zishu also completed the last stroke of the test paper, the name, she used to write her name after the test paper was completed.

Then he took out his mobile phone and took pictures of the test papers one by one, and then clicked on the chat page of Professor Luo again, and sent the picture of the finished test paper to Professor Luo.

"Student Mo, let me take the liberty of asking, which teacher did you send it to?" Shen Jiuci glanced at Mo Zishu's chat page, and recalled that the avatar he saw just now was a little familiar, so he asked.

"Professor Luo Caiming, you've all heard of it." Mo Zishu raised his head and said.

At first, everyone didn't react, who Luo Caiming was, and then Shen Jiuci's face changed, and he looked at Mo Zishu's eyes with an extremely strange look.

Yan Hai was quite calm and didn't show it too much.

"God, is that Professor Luo Caiming, who won the HLG Mathematics Award?" He Jia seemed to have thought of something, and immediately turned around and asked Mo Zishu.

Mo Zishu nodded.

When everyone heard He Jia say this, the shock in their eyes became even stronger.

"I'm dripping mom." Dong Qingyun sighed in his heart, the intuitive Mo Zishu is a demon, a demon.

Shen Jiuci smiled, this Professor Luo Caiming is still his university teacher.

"I went first, and the person who picked me up arrived." Mo Zishu looked at his phone, and Fu Yi sent him a message.

"I'll follow you all the way." Yan Haikuan said according to Mo Zishu's words.

After that, the figures of Mo Zishu and Yan Haikuan disappeared from everyone's sight.

"It seems that our homeroom teacher is right." He Jia looked at Mo Zishu's back and said.

Several others turned their eyes to look at her.

"Our teacher said that Mr. Mo was introduced by Principal Yan." He Jia will never forget that his homeroom teacher was stimulated by Mo Zishu's grades after learning about the situation of their class, and the gushing praise of Mo Zishu and the belittling of them, especially the saliva sprayed everywhere, and excitedly took two fast-acting heart-saving pills.

The crowd was stunned and had nothing to say.

"Zishu girl, how do you know Professor Luo?" Yan Haikuan walked up to Mo Zishu and said, asking with a smile.

Professor Luo Caiming is a professor of mathematics at the first university in S City, and naturally has some communication with him.

Before the heads of the six powerful families in S City went to Lanhai City to recuperate physically and mentally, Professor Luo Caiming's reputation spread throughout S City.

"I met by chance, and I should be her student." Mo Zishu said simply.

Yan Haikuan was a little surprised when he heard this, there are not a few people who want to become Professor Luo Caiming's students, and there are also those geniuses, who can be regarded by Professor Luo Caiming as a student, they must be extremely talented.

"I've really met a treasure." Yan Haikuan muttered from the bottom of his heart.

"I'll go first, Uncle Yan." At the school gate, Mo Zishu saw Fu Yi's car at a glance, but this time it was a lot more low-key and changed to a Volkswagen.

Yan Haikuan nodded, smiling, and then turned to leave.

"Miss Mo, why did you come out so late today." Fu Yi saw that Mo Zishu had already opened the car door, so he asked.

"There's a little test that has taken a bit of time, Dad. Why are you here? As soon as Mo Zishu half of her body entered the car, she saw Mo Huaheng sitting in the back seat and looking at her with a smile.

Then Mo Zishu withdrew from the co-pilot position and sat in the back seat.

"I'll pick up my good daughter." Mo Huaheng pinched Mo Zishu's face, this was the first time he had come to pick up his daughter from school, and he was a little excited.

"I'm so old, I don't need you to take it." Mo Zishu smiled and sat down beside Mo Huaheng.

"It's the first time your dad picked you up, and you don't appreciate your dad, but you dislike it." Mo Huaheng pretended to be angry and said.

"No, don't you have to work, don't delay your work if you're so busy." Mo Zishu took Mo Huaheng's arm and said.

"Miss Mo, we heard from the students passing by that you are going to represent No. 1 Middle School in the Olympiad primary, is it true?" Fu Yi said as he stared at the road ahead with his eyes on the steering wheel.

At the same time, Mo Huaheng also looked at Mo Zishu.

"Uh-huh, six of them." Mo Zishu did not tell his father about the results of this opening exam.

"Well done, well done, inherited me, hahaha." Mo Huaheng happily patted the back of Mo Zishu's hand, and the corners of his eyes were a little moist.

Now he can enter his daughter's world, know everything about her, and now he knows why other parents are so happy to learn that their children have good grades, and now he feels the same way, and even has honor.

"Your brother is cooking at home today, and when the time comes, let's see if he has improved." Mo Huaheng said to Mo Zishu, remembering that when Mo Zishu was just recovered, Mo Jun's kid liked to cook food for his sister the most, and he secretly learned it himself.

Mo Zishu nodded lightly, and there was a warm current in her heart that filled her whole body.

When I arrived at Qingtai Yuanshu's house, I found that there were a few more people in the family.

"Why are you here?" Mo Zishu looked at the handsome man with a clear face and a clear temperament who was sitting on the sofa reading documents in front of him, and couldn't help asking.

"Oh, Sister Mo, I'm bringing Master Fu to visit the door." Na Chuan, who hadn't seen him for a long time, jumped out from the side and said.

At the same time, Fu Qingyuan also raised his head to look at Mo Zishu, who was a little stunned, and said, "You're back." ”

In an instant, the atmosphere began to become weird, except for Mo Jun, who was cooking in the kitchen, and Fu Er, who was helping in the kitchen, everyone else looked at Fu Qingyuan with the same eyes, and then looked at Mo Zishu.

"My eldest brother, can you be more reserved, where is Sister Mo's father." Nachuan roared inwardly, but he pretended to be a calm smile on his face, even though he knew that the smile was ugly.

"Uh-huh." Mo Zishu didn't know how to answer, she could only hmm, she felt that this situation was like an old husband and wife who had been married for many years, and went home with a simple greeting, "You are back." ”

"it." Mo Zishu scolded secretly in her heart, the tips of her ears were slightly red, and then she changed her slippers and went upstairs.

Although Mo Huaheng already knew Fu Qingyuan's thoughts, he was still quite helpless about Fu Qingyuan's straightforwardness.

Although Helian Baimu didn't know what words to use to describe Fu Ye, he still praised Fu Ye from the bottom of his heart.

The coffee quilt in the hand of Yingden, who was sitting at the other end of the sofa, almost spilled out, what is the situation?

Thinking about it, Yingdeng set his eyes on Fu Qingyuan, for this Fu Ye's name, he could hear the name of this master in Poland far away, but this man was the first man he had ever seen so good-looking, better than him, so good-looking, yes, only a loss.

Mo Zishu returned to her room, touched the tips of her ears and felt a little hot, I don't know why, I just felt my heart beat uncontrollably at that moment.

"It's really getting better and better." Mo Zishu recalled the scene he saw when he just entered the door, the sunlight just fell on Fu Qingyuan's body, making the inky black and soft broken hair coated with a faint golden light, and the clear side face hit the heart with a faint indifference that rejected people thousands of miles away.

"Hey." Mo Zishu's whole body was spread out on the bed, and her thoughts were empty.

But the next moment, Mo Zishu covered her stomach and curled up on the bed, rolled around for a while, and then got up and rummaged in the closet.

"Shushu, it's time to eat." Mo Jun's voice came from downstairs, and Mo Zishu didn't care about answering, and ran straight into the bathroom.

Five minutes later, Mo Zishu walked out of the bathroom with a pale face, and her hand was still on her lower abdomen.

"Ah, what a sin." Mo Zishu couldn't help but lament for herself, and then took out a package of Chinese medicinal materials from a wooden cabinet in the study, and then went downstairs.

There are a lot of people eating today, and there is only one woman in Mo Zishu, and there are nine men and one woman who just make up a whole table.

"What's wrong, why don't you look good?" As soon as he sat down beside Mo Huaheng, someone asked with concern.

"It's fine." Mo Zishu waved her hand, and her tone of voice was a little weak.

"Eat, don't look at me." As soon as Mo Zishu took the chopsticks, she saw a table of people looking at her without moving the chopsticks.

"It's really okay, isn't it just that girls always have a few days a month, let's eat." Mo Zishu sighed, gritted her teeth and said, the last few words she said were very heavy, with a certain sense of threat.

When everyone heard this, they suddenly realized that this was the case, and then immediately started to eat with chopsticks.

Fu Qingyuan looked at Mo Zishu's pale face, and was a little worried in his heart, but he couldn't do anything at this time.

The meal was extremely depressing, no one opened his mouth to say a word, Rao was the most talkative, and Na Chuan, who had threatened not to say a few words when eating, closed his mouth obediently.

Mo Zishu doesn't know why, but everyone else knows, it's not that the girl will become very irritable when the big aunt comes, and she can't talk loudly to the girl, the sound of walking must be soft, and she must be silent when she puts things, and she must be responsive to her needs, and she can't refute what she says, even if what she says is wrong, she must say that it is right, and what is black must be said to be white.

"I'm going to be back a little late today, and the school requires the students in the Olympiad group to study for two hours in the evening." Mo Zishu said while putting the chopsticks on top of the bowl.

"Dad, you don't have to wait for me." Mo Zishu said to Mo Huaheng beside him.

"How can this work, what time is school, Dad will pick you up then." Mo Huaheng frowned and disagreed with Mo Zishu's words.

"Generally, the evening self-study ends at 10 o'clock, maybe until 11 o'clock, and I have to tutor this week." Mo Zishu thought about it, she hadn't participated in the evening self-study, but she had heard He Jia mention it.

"So late? That's even worse, I have to pick you up. When Mo Huaheng heard Mo Zishu say this, there was no room for negotiation.

In the end, Mo Zishu was defeated and had to agree to his father's request.