"The Chung Yeung Festival is coming, where are you going to play?"

A girl with a long ponytail with her face in her hands and a pair of sparkling eyes staring at her friends.

"Maybe stay at home and brush up on the questions, I've been too busy lately, and I'm about to take exams, so I can't play."

The boy looked up from the pile of books, his face full of exhaustion, and his dark circles were heavy, and he didn't look like a teenager at all, even more tired than some adults.

The girls around were chatting happily, and they didn't stop opening their mouths, but they heard the boy's voice, as if they had been woken up, and the cheerful atmosphere in the classroom disappeared in an instant, and there was silence for a moment.

The boy said these words very inappropriately, instantly breaking the illusions of everyone present and completely .......

"It's really annoying, I take exams every day, and I can't go out."

Ling Jiu'er shouted, holding the paper with 65 points in her hand, and the big "65" written in red pen was just above the paper, which was particularly eye-catching.

This time, the paper is a little over-outlined, so it is not surprising that Ling Jiu'er scored this score, but this also has something to do with her usual slackness.

And it is also out of the curriculum, He Sheng did well in the exam, no, to be precise, it is very good......

"He Sheng, I'll rub it, you bastard, it's so difficult to get out of the papers this time, you still take this score, can't you fucking take the test lower?"

Ling Jiu'er made a dissatisfied voice, she rubbed her hair, and tried hard to tell herself that He Sheng was not an ordinary person, but this obviously had no effect.

You must know that He Sheng is one year younger than her, she jumped two grades, and her score in the exam is so much higher than herself, every time Jiang Yize criticizes her for her poor academic performance, he will take He Sheng out one by one to teach her.

Ling Jiu'er still wants to save face after all, she can't stand her fiancé and has to worry about her studies, so in comparison, she seems to be the most useless among the people around her.

Think about it, Gu Bei is a famous perfume designer, Jiang Yize runs a very large entertainment company, and even He Sheng, who was picked up, later found out that he was the child of a particularly rich person, and then looked at Bai Duoduo, her grades were more than a little better than herself.

Everyone around her has her own shining point, as if she is the only one who is the most mediocre, she can neither cook, nor is she very good at studying, and she knows nothing about housework.

In this way, the gap comes out.

"It's not like I wanted to get so high." He Sheng didn't want to pay too much attention to Ling Jiu'er, he rolled his eyes, took out a notebook, and carefully copied the wrong questions and correct answers to it.

That book is the book He Sheng used to record mistakes.,He usually does a lot of questions.,It's only been half a semester.,Half of his book has been used.。

Moreover, the analysis of the topic is so detailed, sometimes you can write two or three pages on just one topic, which is really terrifyingly complicated.

"When you are fine, do more questions, think more, don't always stare at the game, you will definitely get a high test."

He Sheng just finished copying a multiple-choice question on it, his handwriting is very beautiful, not at all like a boy's words, but like a girl.

Ling Jiu'er looked at He Sheng without saying a word, staring at the words written by He Sheng, she felt that those words were like small black insects, which was very irritating to look at.

She is not like He Sheng, even if she comes home late every day, she has to brush up on the questions for an hour, after a long time of studying, her mind has become a little single, and when she gets home, she just wants to take a good shower and then sleep.

She can't persist in He Sheng's high-intensity study, and she can't learn this method.

So she pursed her lips and went back to her seat, fiddling with her pencil for her hair, which she had always wanted to curl when she grew up.

He Sheng probably finished sorting out all the wrong questions, and only then did he see Ling Jiu'er's boring and depressed appearance, and He Sheng was a little upset and depressed.

"Even if you don't do the question, find something to do yourself, Miss."

He Sheng patted Ling Jiu'er's head with a book, the force was neither light nor heavy, Ling Jiu'er was still in a daze, but now she finally came back to her senses.

"But I don't really have anything to do." Ling Jiu'er blinked at He Sheng with a pair of big eyes, and she really didn't want to study recently.

Except for studying, let her do anything, uh! Pregnant! Isn't the Chung Yeung Festival coming soon? Why don't you knit a scarf for Jiang Yize?

"What is the life, what is the life! I suddenly came up with a good idea, isn't it the Chung Yeung Festival recently? Do you think he will be happy if I knit a scarf for Jiang Yize? ”

Ling Jiu'er re-energized and said, as if a fire had been ignited again, He Sheng didn't want to hit her self-confidence, plus she felt that Ling Jiu'er really had nothing to do recently.

"I think he's going to be happy." He Sheng said something very contrary to his will, maybe Ling Jiu'er can find something serious to do, maybe Jiang Yize will really be happy?

"You're really my good friend, He Sheng." As if inspired, Ling Jiu'er patted He Sheng on the shoulder, as if to thank him for his valuable advice.

After having a new goal, Ling Jiu'er seemed to have regained her new life, and she gently patted her soft cheeks with a pair of beautiful hands, as if she wanted to reinvigorate herself.

After a while, Ling Jiu'er seemed to suddenly think of something.

"By the way, He Sheng, you've been at your brother's house for so long, and tomorrow is the Double Ninth Festival, aren't you going to give him something?"

Ling Jiu'er's words came out, and He Sheng frowned at a speed that was visible to the naked eye, in fact, he didn't think about it.

What makes people very helpless is that Gu Bei doesn't seem to lack anything, and he doesn't want anything, and he doesn't have a lot of money, so it is likely that he will not be able to give Gu Bei a very thoughtful gift.

Rather than a very bad gift, maybe it would be more appropriate not to give a gift back, He Sheng thought so, and shook his head at Ling Jiu'er.

"My brother doesn't seem to lack anything, and it's a bit redundant for me to do this."

Ling Jiu'er didn't expect He Sheng to be an idea, and she looked a little angry, so she stepped forward and played He Sheng's brain crash.

"How can you think so, I believe that Boss Gu will be very happy to receive the gift from you, cheer up."

Feeling a slight pain in his head, He Sheng raised his head blankly.