Lu Shu looked at Wu Yue, who was quite annoyed, and the request on his lips silently held back.

[The witch god begins to close himself]

[Of course, because if you fail, you have to enter the world of ghost movies, if it's me, I'm also here~]

[Witch God, ask Yan Mei for help! ] 】

At this moment, Emerald slipped in through the window, holding a piece of paper in its hand, as thin as its body.

Cuihua slowly and struggled to climb up to the coffee table. Seeing that the master looked listless, Cuihua hurriedly stretched out her hand and poked Wu Yue's arm-

It's soft, huh?

Poke again.

"Huh? What's wrong? Wu Yue subconsciously raised her hand and accidentally knocked the green flower on the coffee table. Seeing Cuihua fall crookedly and her little arms and legs fluttering, she couldn't help laughing.

"Cuihua, are you here to make me happy?" Wu Yue stretched out her index finger and gently poked Cuihua's little face.

Cuihua shook her head and nodded again. It struggled to lift the white paper in its hand, the paper with crooked handwriting.

The girl looked at it fixedly.

[I wish she had been the first to think of me in any trouble,

But

She thinks too much,

It's not a girl who likes to rely on people.

- Record the 100th day of the master's quotations

- "The Little Handbook of the Iron Pillar"]

[The love token is still a small assist~]

[Woo woo cuihua is so cute, I'm going to steal it! ] 】

After reading this note, Wu Yue was a little confused, and her head suddenly shut down. She silently got up to wash, silently changed her clothes, silently lay on the bed, and silently turned off the light.

In vain, a paper figure stood on the coffee table, tilting his head, and there was a big question in his small head: ?

-

The next day, after Wu Yue washed and dressed, she first went to Cheng Pingxi's room to take a look, the door was locked, and it seemed that the cheap brother had obediently come back to live.

After breakfast, Wu Yue went to school.

When she arrived in the classroom, almost half of the class was there. Everyone's enthusiasm was even higher than she expected.

Wu Yue passed by Yan Chiyu's seat and saw the boy suddenly stretch out his long legs to block the way.

The girl looked at him, inexplicable.

"This book, you'll want to read it." The boy slowly rolled out a book, half of which hung down on the edge of the table.

"Oh..."

The book is upside down, with a very textured black and gold hot stamping leather surface. Wu Yue got the position only to find out that this was a history book.

Flipping through the table of contents and taking a cursory glance, the name of the emperor, the name of the country...... The history of this world is different from what she knew.

Wu Yue didn't quite understand what Yan Chiyu meant by giving him this book, and was puzzled, when the young man turned his head and said lightly: "This book is out of print, and it can't be bought on the market." It's something we don't have in our history textbooks. ”

Does this mean that she should protect the book well, or does it mean that she should be grateful to him?

Wu Yue blinked, "Thank you, I'll pay you back after reading it." ”

Before class, she flipped through a few pages. The opening chapter introduces the ancient history and some information about the characters.

At that time, the country was called the country of Tianze, and the emperor was called Bai Ye.

Wu Yue looked at it briefly and turned to the first line of the second page, which made her heart tremble.

The prince was gentle and pure, and died in Tianze 279.

Wu Yue subconsciously looked up at Yan Chiyu, the young man's cold and smooth face lines were plated with the golden glow sprinkled outside the window, as if he could see the fine golden fluff on his face.

He is like an elf boy in ancient Greece, cold as jade, and his appearance is good.

Wu Yue hurriedly closed her gaze.

Children are good-looking, but they can't look at it much.

When the class bell rang, Wu Yue closed the book and closed the doubts in her heart.

Lao Tao walked up to the podium with the textbook, and crackled and opened his mouth with chicken soup: "In the final exam in two weeks, I hope you can break through yourself, don't always think about playing, review well, fight for yourself, fight for our class." If you don't have dreams and goals, what's the difference between that and pork to be slaughtered on a chopping board......"