Mo Yan didn't have to come.

She had taken a day off.

However, after 12 noon, she could not sit still for no reason.

The writer looked at her puzzled: "What? ”

"Exams are coming up on Friday." She replied. In fact, she knew that it was not an important reason. The important reason is that some people will not be at ease.

Mo Jielian, who was sitting at the dining table eating the Zimeixuan delicacies packed back by the writer, waved her hand: "Don't worry about me, you go to school." ”

The writer put away the briefcase on the stool: "I'll drive you." ”

Mo Yan smiled, hugged Mo Jielian and kissed her: "See you after school in the afternoon." ”

"Well, come back early. Hmm, it's delicious. ”

The writer helped Mo Yan open the door and accompanied Mo Yan, who was carrying a backpack, downstairs. Somehow, he didn't control himself, and raised his hand to land on Mo Yan's smooth and shiny cloud-like hair, Mo Yan reflexively cast a surprised gaze, and he almost panicked: "Hair...... Buried underneath the school bag. ”

He wanted to make a gesture to help her cut out her hair, but the little girl didn't give him a chance at all, and turned around slightly, and she simply faced him head-on. Do it yourself, flick it lightly, and pull your hair out. The supple hair is divided into two batches and hangs down on the chest.

Lost in your heart?

Contrary!

On the contrary, a high fighting spirit rose in his heart, and an indescribable excitement seized him. It seems that an experienced hunter who is keen on hunting has finally waited for the long-awaited opening day. Running ahead is not an ordinary prey caught by hand like a little rabbit and a little fox, but a rare prey of the level of a jaguar that is so beautiful and unruly that it is flawless.

Mo Yan wanted to sit in the back seat of the car, but the writer didn't say a word and gladly helped her open the door.

What he had was patience, slowly killing the distance between her and him.

Along the way, they chatted lightly about some things related to painting, and the writer talked about the interesting stories of his friends' friends, and Mo Yan couldn't stop laughing.

Wenhao said that when he was in high school, he had a friend who was an art student. When others heard it, they all thought that she had an easy life, no worries about her entrance examinations, and lived a beautiful romantic life all day long. In fact, it was only after this friend became an art student that he lived a miserable life.

Find a studio for training, 3500-6000 yuan a month for ordinary classes; Boutique class: 6500-8000 yuan a month; The senior class is 10,000-15,000 yuan a month, and the registration fee for a famous studio is more than 10+ yuan.

The registration fee is followed by the accommodation fee.

A thousand months and a month of 8 people are not used to living in a room at all, and there are fewer people, so you have to pay more. Before the paintbrush was picked up, fifty or sixty thousand flowers were out. Eating, drinking, and living expenses are not counted, after all, if you are not an art student, you have to live.

But buying painting materials ...... It was a long battle.

According to friends at the time, when they were art students, they consumed at least 700 pencils a year; The sketch paper is even more noisy, and if it is cut and cut small, it will be scolded by the teacher for being obscene...... Not to mention pigments.

Outsiders may not have much to laugh at, but Mo Yan couldn't stop laughing because of empathy.

"Mmmm, I remember that at that time, the light white pigment was the consumption of one bottle for 2 days."

"Yes, yes, our school subsidizes club funds, and in that case, we still need to pay 2,000 yuan a month for materials. Being an art student is really expensive! ”

When the writer was waiting for the traffic light, he simply turned around half-way, revealing the lethal smile unique to an adult young man: "So, when you come to my studio for an internship, I need to increase my salary a little more." ”

Mo Yan's eyes widened uncontrollably.

This is the second time he's mentioned an internship, right? So, isn't it just a matter of talking about it?

Thinking of being able to receive a salary like his mother, Mo Yan couldn't help but yearn for it.

The green light turned on, and the writer turned around and drove steadily.

Arriving at the gate of Ronghuazhi School, when Mo Yan got out of the car to say goodbye to Wenhao, Wenhao could clearly feel that the intimacy between him and her had increased by another point.

…… I am the dividing line of the writer's confidence......

The school bell rang.

Mo Yan began to pack his schoolbag as usual.

Someone handed a note from the back. Mo Yan opened casually: "Wait for me in the classroom." She didn't need to look at the payment, she recognized the owner of the word.

The speed of packing the bag slowed down.

Joey couldn't help but glance at Mo Yan strangely, and immediately turned his head like an epiphany, and sure enough, Wang Chengyou also sat firmly in his seat.

Half of the students in the class have no worries about going on to higher education. The bell rings for the end of school is an amnesty. The bell has always sounded, and they are the first to run out of the classroom. Outside of the campus, there are countless happy things waiting for them to experience, and after a day of holding, it's time to treat yourself.

The other half of the students who need to go on their own are the most enthusiastic about showing that they disdain entrance exams. After school, they are also actively out of the classroom.

Only some students on duty were reluctant to stay.

On that day, Mo Yan and Wang Chengyou were not on duty, but both of them joined the team on duty.

"Huh? Did the sun come out in the west? Some expressed surprise. Who has ever seen a king pick up a broom?

"Less nonsense. Hurry up and finish I'm going to use the classroom. Wang Chengyou picked up a broom to catch up with the slippery students.

"What are you doing in the classroom? There's a camera there. Someone took it with a wicked smile.

Wang Chengyou raised his broom and fell to the ground unceremoniously.

Mo Yan's face was burning, and he thought a lot in his heart, but he didn't come up with a reason for it for a while, he just felt dizzy. Of course, she was not distracted because of her classmates' unclear words, but because Wang Chengyou told her that it was inconvenient for him to go to Mo Yan's house for a while, so it was better for him to help her make up for classes in the classroom after school.

He spoke tactfully, calmly, even with a pleasant tone.

However, the look with which he dodged as soon as he met her gaze betrayed him.

Mo Yan's dizziness gradually cooled down. After cooling down, you will understand in an instant.

Yesterday, his parents must have blamed her for this unwarranted disaster, right?

If it weren't for her, how could Uncle Pan, who is a low-level domestic minions of an overseas fraud gang, have had a chance to contact him?

Speaking of which, Xu Qinglai's suspected kidnapping case also started because Uncle Pan overheard the conversation between their mother and daughter outside the door. It's just that Uncle Pan was hiding deeply at that time, and the police thought about the case as complicated and focused their attention on the personnel related to the Xu family's opponents.

Mo Jielian was later proven innocent by the police. However, if they are innocent, aren't Wang Chengyou and Xu Qinglai even more innocent?

Since there is a saying that she is guilty, she lives in Wangjiadu, which is a mixture of fish and dragons, which is also the original sin, right?

Even if you grow up in a dangerous and dark place, why do you want to hook up with a rich kid with a rich family? Wang Chengyou's parents must think so!

Mo Yan's fire burned because of this.

If she didn't deserve to associate with him, why should she stay with a shy face?

He couldn't say anything about breaking off the relationship, it was his kindness, but she shouldn't pretend to be confused!

Thinking of this, Mo Yan suddenly turned around.

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