"What do you look at at the same table?"

You Lulu, who was sitting in front of her, came over, only to see An Xiaoli holding a thick extracurricular book in her hand.

"This? "Old Things in the South of the City". An Xiaoli glanced up at her and said.

You Lulu blinked in confusion: "...... What is this? ”

"A novel."

"Oh."

I've seen the middle.

Look at the book in the hand of the tablemate, and look at the mobile phone in your hand...... You Lulu suddenly felt that she was a bit vulgar, and she was not worthy of the ideological realm of being a bully at the same table......

However, her life is to get by, a salted fish, except for chasing stars, there is no noble pursuit at all, and naturally she is not destined to be admitted to a prestigious university like her peers!

After some self-comfort, You Lulu was about to continue looking happily, when a tall and thin figure suddenly appeared next to her.

You Lulu opened her eyes, quickly turned off her mobile phone and picked it up, stood up and smirked: "Young Master Jiulan, I, you're busy, I'll go first." ”

Jiu Lan Crack retracted her eyes, pulled away the chair next to An Xiaoli and sat down.

An Xiaoli paused as she flipped through the book, and her little face turned slightly.

Along the way, Jiulan saw that almost everyone was discussing "You Look Sweet", including in the classroom, but the person next to him didn't even take out his mobile phone, but was reading a book with dense words.

So what's there to see?

Is there a good play he plays?

It's like it's from the last century.

That's right, she originally came out of a small mountain village.

But the more the eldest young master thought about it, the more uncomfortable he became, and after glancing at it, he finally couldn't help but speak coldly.

"Hey, aren't you watching the show?"

An Xiaoli turned her head, realized that he was talking to herself, and asked, "What?" ”

"I filmed it." The little young master endured it.

An Xiaoli shook her head and said softly, "I don't like it very much, so I don't watch it." ”

“……”

For the first time, someone dared to say in front of him that he didn't like the drama he made!

Jiulan Crack suddenly asked in disbelief: "Hey, do you know how many tens of thousands of followers I have on Weibo?" ”

An Xiaoli frowned, her clear eyes revealing puzzlement: "What is Weibo?" ”

Nine Orchid Cracks: ............

Many people around looked over and whispered.

Jiu Lan was angry and had a headache, her handsome face was as black as the bottom of a pot, she raised her eyes and glanced around coldly, word by word: "What do you see, is it good-looking?" ”

Everyone in the class quickly withdrew their eyes and sat down.

Jiu Lan retracted her eyes, glanced at the girl beside her, took a deep breath, and sneered, don't start so as not to be angry with this girl.

Since the morning, Jiu Lan Crack has not spoken to An Xiaoli.

An Xiaoli felt that he seemed to be a little angry, but she didn't know why, and she didn't ask.

The last self-study class in the afternoon.

Since An Xiaoli became famous in the whole grade, there was an endless stream of people in the class who asked her questions, as if she was a god of learning.

"Classmate An, how to do this question?"

"Classmates, teach me this question."

"How did you come up with this step?"

Although Jiulan Crack ignored An Xiaoli, she could still hear these words, as well as the girl's sweet and patient voice.

He listened to the music, and his heart became even more annoyed, so he simply took off his headphones.

Beside her, several men and women moved over and sat next to her on stools and listened, and the girl held a pen and spoke seriously.

"Because the least common multiple of 3,4,5 is 60, the length of the composition of the edge is ......"

Before An Xiaoli finished speaking, a book was suddenly thrown over next to her.

Everyone looked up in horror.

Jiu Lan Crack looked to the side, his eyes were full of impatience, and his thin lips spat out a few words.

"Help me make up the lessons, the price is yours."