"You're in a good mood." Mo Yan himself felt that he was asking a strange question.

Joey glanced at Mo Yan unhappily.

Mo Yan was unwilling: "This morning, I saw you smiling like a peach blossom." Is it because of a sparkling handsome guy standing next to him? ”

Joey looked disgusted.

Mo Yan simply rested his head on the table, knowing that it was rude to stare at someone, and looked up at Joey with a good eye.

"If you don't deny it, it's just default?"

Joey finally couldn't stand it anymore and pushed the book in his hand onto the table: "Is it over?" Your honey, someone else's arsenic. Haven't you heard of this? It's just a discussion of a few questions, and the other party's words make each other suddenly open their mouths and feel happy. ”

It's okay that Joey doesn't refute, but when she refutes, she feels even more blocked in her heart. Well, she doesn't understand the world of Xueba. But is it normal for Joey, who doesn't take everything to heart, to get angry because of her run?

"Explanation is disguise. Haven't you heard of this? With your always light temperament, isn't it normal to say 'think too much, read a book'? ”

Joey let out a wry laugh. She sighed and hooked her hand towards Mo Yan: "You lean over, I have something to tell you." ”

Mo Yan's heart was weak, but he still leaned forward suspiciously.

"That person has a big black hole in his heart that you can't fill."

It took Mo Yan a few seconds to connect the "Great Black Hole" with the cherished teenager in his heart.

"You talk nonsense!"

Joey pushed the glasses above the bridge of his nose, and his face became unwavering again: "Do you know why you can't get a high score in the exam?" Not because you didn't work hard, but because you're stupid!

I said it all, and you still can't understand it, so you can see that you are hopelessly stupid. The coming day is long, and I put my words here. Look at it in 10, 20 years. ”

Mo Yan maintained his composure on his face, and his heart was already in turmoil.

Certain! It must be Joey's mind-attacking technique! People who claim to be smart are insidious.

Relative.

Immature.

Do you think she can't understand the sinister human heart without reading a military book?!

originally wanted to remind Joey to pay attention to Xu Qinglai, but at this moment, Joey committed Mo Yan's taboo, where can Mo Yan still take care of Joey's safety.

It's okay to slander her, it's okay to scold her and beat her, how can she be so cruel and hack her cherished idol!

Mo Yan twisted his body, turned his back to Joey, and stopped looking at Joey. While reading a book, I got angry.

Before the end of the fourth class in the morning, the classmates behind him stretched out their fingers to poke Mo Yan.

Mo Yan was familiar with the way, and put his outstretched hands behind his back.

A rolled-up note was placed in her hand. Mo Yan spread it out and saw that it was the same handwriting of the dragon flying and phoenix dance, the same content seen at the west gate of the playground after school, and the same signature of Cao Junjie, the same, there was no date.

Mo Yan didn't think about it, and threw it directly at the table.

Subconsciously, she decided it was a note from yesterday's mishap. Its successors have already fulfilled its historical mission for it. It's just that it doesn't know that it has become a piece of waste paper.

The expired note reminded her of Wang Chengyou, who was in trouble.

Glance into the corner of the last row. I didn't see Wang Chengyou, but I saw Cao Junjie with affection. The kind of look that was just thinking about what was wrong at first glance made Mo Yan can't help but get goosebumps.

Quickly retracted his gaze, and by the way, he took another look at the beautiful female intern teacher on the podium. Mo Yan was ashamed of the boys who ran in their hearts and didn't know how to hide their faces.

According to the class schedule, the afternoon is divided into physical activity and physical education. The latter is a regular physical education class, and the former is free time for indoor activities such as chess or billiards.

Mo Yan plans to take a stilt class.

It's time to put aside the grievances and get close to the textbooks.

After dinner, she went to the old library.

The old library is a three-story Western-style house. The details of the old bungalows, the mountain flowers and the use of colors are Baroque, and the foyer and corridor are decorated with Collins columns of Western classicism. Red and white tones, with spires and arcades, look like a castle or church from a distance.

In the eyes of Mo Yan, a senior member of the art club, it is particularly pleasing to the eye.

Compared with the new reinforced concrete library with bright windows and large glass, Mo Yan loves the old library more. It's not because the old library is more in line with her aesthetics, but because the vermilion lacquered wooden ladder and wooden floor in the old library exude a faint wood fragrance.

Woody, kingly flavored.

When her mind fluctuates, the old library is her savior.

What a hell of a thing.

When I stepped into the general library open to the public, I saw the director of discipline who was a fan in the cold winter. Obviously sitting in the quiet library, but with a restless face, there is no book on the table, and I don't know what kind of demon he is doing.

Without squinting, he walked past Director Feng Ji, picked up the empty seats two rows behind him, and sat down. sat down and found that opposite the director of discipline, Wang Chengyou was actually sitting.

It seems that Wang Chengyou, who was isolated, fell in love with learning instead, and was accompanied by Director Feng Ji to read books in the library.

Wang Chengyou from this angle inexplicably gave her the illusion of a king's style.

Mo Yan seemed to see a gouache painting. In the warm-colored paintings, the light halo is soft, illuminating the head of the young man immersed in reading, and the hair is haloed layer by layer; After being reflected by the white paper, the color layers on the face are intricately overlapped, highlighting the dedication and concentration of the teenager.

If you brush a thin layer of pearl powder, will it create a translucent dreamy feeling? Mo Yan was pondering in her mind, when the young man in the painting suddenly raised his head and smiled at her.

Mo Yan was agitated and broke free from his imagination.

And Wang Chengyou, who was outside the two tables opposite, was clearly immersed in serious reading.

Mo Yan touched the tip of his nose in horror, and quickly lowered his head to read the book.

Seeing his dizziness all the time, Mo Yan decided to stand up and find an idle book to change his brain. Before getting up, he took a special look, the back of the director of discipline was straight, and Wang Chengyou was also immersed in hard reading.

Step into the deep forest of bookshelves and go all the way to the innermost children's bookshelf. Children's books with large fonts, wide line spacing, and beautiful pictures have always been her favorite.

Fingertips run across the spine of a book and onto a very thin book. Gently pulling it out of the book, the title of the book comes into view, "Journey to the Tree Country".

On the cover, a huge uprooted tree floats in the blue-green air, and a little boy with blond hair sits quietly on the top of the tree. Perfect!

Mo Yan smiled and opened the book.

"Once upon a time, there was a little boy who was bored and wanted to travel, to the edge of the sky, to the sea, or to the other side of the horizon......"

Wow, a beam of light came through, as if it reached the depths of the soul.

Mo Yan was pious. Is this the charm of words?

Soon, she realized that she was overthinking.

It was clear that someone was shaking her with a small mirror.