Taking a long breath, Mo Yan turned around and smiled brightly.

Wang Chengyou couldn't help but smile.

"What? Do you want to see me sad and disappointed and crying, and then suddenly wake up and make up my mind, and from then on I will regard the wind as a passerby? ”

Wang Chengyou's eyes shone like stars.

Mo Yan directly chose to ignore it. We must not let the arrogance of the enemy overwhelm us, and we must not let the enemy's conspiracy to see jokes succeed!

"Dreaming!"

Mo Yan took a bold step forward and poked Wang Chengyou's placket unceremoniously with his hand.

is obviously much shorter than Wang Chengyou, but she wants to look at him with Ni's eyes, which causes her to desperately straighten her chest and lean back.

"You think I don't know that the wind doesn't like me? Do you think I'll be discouraged if he refuses to accept me? No! Let me tell you clearly, in this life, I will be the king's wife! ”

Wang Chengyou also straightened his chest. This made him move one centimeter closer to Mo Yan.

"The future Mrs. Wang, I will share a little secret with you: the person you have a crush on hates to be called 'the style' by others. He thinks that he has to shout his full name in order to shout momentum! ”

Mo Yan silently recited in his heart: King, Person, Wind.

Sure enough, the arrogance was skyrocketing.

In his mind, the kingly style turned around and looked at her with a deep gaze.

"Hey, what are you two doing with your chests on your chest?" King Kong's ignorant voice exploded in his ears.

Mo Yan jumped away violently when he heard this, looking at Wang Chengyou who was not moving in front of him, and he was not sure for a while, whether King Kong was cheating her just now, or was it ...... Really truthfully described.

Glancing at King Kong, who was always elusive, Mo Yan jumped and ran away.

She also has an urgent matter that she needs to do as soon as possible.

Walk and jog all the way, go to the cafeteria to get a sandwich and a simple meal to satisfy your hunger. Normally, she would make full use of Rong Huazhi's canteen to provide food, but today she had to waste it reluctantly.

She's going to find a place where no one is disturbing and make a crucial phone call!

If the call goes well, she can continue to live a life as an art student who spends a lot of money; If......

Alas, if it doesn't go well, she has to quickly weigh carefully from the six subjects of ideology and politics, history, geography, physics, chemistry, and biology to see whether she can "write" or "reason." In short, the cultural class was quickly made up to cope with the national college entrance examination in 7 months.

It's a little late to make a decision now, and it's not to blame her, who let Mo Jielian call her last night.

Mo Jielian said, I'm sorry Miss Mo, the new mistress was scared away by her high tuition fees, so before she found a backer, Miss Mo left to fend for herself.

Listen, is this like the words of a mother?!

The excuse for this breakup was her high tuition fees, the excuse for the breakup last time was that she would marry in a few years, and the last time she was full of hostility and never smiled...... It seems that she is really the nemesis of Mo Jielian's remarriage.

Mo Yan didn't even have the strength to complain, so let's ask for more blessings for such a mother.

Mo Yan carried her Kafuka on one shoulder, revealing a bit of old color, and ran to take it away, walking towards the road infested with flowers and snakes. Although the campus is large, there is really no one.

Those young ladies and young masters are undoubtedly serious about cherishing their little lives.

After running to the middle of the empty path in one breath, and after looking left and right, Mo Yan took out his mobile phone and bowed to the air reverently. In fact, I don't know which god is willing to let her hold her thighs temporarily.

The phone was quickly picked up, and it was a woman's delicate "Hey".

It's not really an accident to say that it's an accident, and some women like to declare sovereignty in all directions.

"Hello, is Mr. Chen here?" She tried to be plain and businesslike.

"Oh, Chen Moyan." The other party laughed, "Your father is meeting guests now, so it's inconvenient to answer the phone." ”

Sh*t, why does she always hear herself!

Mo Yan was annoyed, and there was a brisk sound of kicking and walking in his ears.

Who else doesn't cherish their lives like her? Mo Yan couldn't think of it.

Standing on tiptoe to look for a sound, sure enough, a person walked out of the corner of the bushes. Old man James! This old man was the English language arts teacher in their class.

Unlike ordinary high schools, which only offer one English language course, Ronghuazhi's English is only the first foreign language, and French, Italian, and Spanish are also available as second languages.

English alone is divided into two courses: Reading-Writing and Grammar, Spelling and Vocabulary, collectively known as English Language Arts classes.

Looking at the gentlemanly old man James, Mo Yan immediately took it to heart.

Half a minute later, the talkative old man James handed Mo Yan the connected mobile phone.

Mo Yan took the phone and turned his back.

"Hey, Chen Ji'an, Mo Jielian asked me to ask you, the tuition fee for college-"

"Don't do those foreigners' stuff in front of your father, even the rebel won't call his parents' names, you little girl, where did you learn so unruly!"

Mo Yan cleared her throat, for the sake of tuition and freedom, she fought hard.

As soon as his eyes were closed, he squeezed out a jerky "Dad", and immediately slipped to the next sentence: "The tuition fee for my college is ......"

"Where did you get your confidence, I'm so surprised! The college entrance examination is still two years later, and you are talking to me about the tuition fees of the university now, but I am not even sure whether you can be admitted to a major university. ”

"I'm in my third year of high school!"

The other party was obviously stunned, and then his tone became happy: "Really? You're already in your third year of high school? ”

"Hmm."

"Great! No need to waste another 100,000 tuition fees next year! ”

Mo Yan quickly lowered her eyelids to hide her sadness and loss, even though it was just a clump of flowers and plants on the other side.

"Can I be an art student? If I can get into an art academy in Beijing or Guangzhou, are you willing to sponsor my tuition? ”

There is really no need to ask this sentence again.

Mo Yan stopped talking, hung up the phone silently, and waited for her tears and grievances to be suppressed before she turned around with a smile and said thank you to the old man James briskly.

James showed a little hesitation in his eyes, but he still took his own mobile phone and happily said goodbye to Mo Yan in broken Chinese.

There were no outsiders, and the corners of Mo Yan's mouth, shoulders, and back all hung down.

I'm so tired!

What a rainy season, she just wants to step through it! Hurry up to work after graduating from college! Earn! It's no longer a day to send people under the fence!

After sighing 20 times in a row, Mo Yan straightened his shoulders again.

"No big deal. It's not like you can't draw for the rest of your life. ”

Once she was disillusioned with the thing she cared about the most, her heart quieted down.

The most urgent task at the moment is to make up for the cultural lessons. Mo Yan quickly adjusted his mentality and brewed the core point of his life in the next 7 months.

Carrying Kafuka on one shoulder, he walked to the classroom on the 6th floor of the Dream Building.

Suddenly, the phone rang. The caller was Chen Ji'an, who had just hung up her phone.

Conscience findings?

Fatherly love awakening?