Mu Yun listened and was immediately happy.

"Come on, I support you, and I will help you if necessary!"

"So, which university does Gu Bai want to apply for?" The topic is finally turned on the right track by the ink-dyed little girl.

"That guy should have applied for Nanmo University, the best university in the capital, if you want to be admitted to the same university as him, you need to work harder, dye children's shoes and come on."

"Oh, I see, thank you, teacher." The ink-dyed little girl looked very polite.

"No, you can go back to the classroom for lunch first."

"Oh yes, teacher, how do you get to the classroom?" Mo Dye walked a few steps and turned back.

She had to ask her way to the classroom, otherwise she wouldn't be able to get there!

At that time, Mu Yun was drinking water, and when she heard Mo Ran's question, she almost squirted out a mouthful of water and choked herself.

Looking at Mo Dye again, he looked at him like an alien, and asked, "Dye and dye children's shoes, who led you into the classroom every day when you go to school?" ”

Mo Ran tilted his head and thought for a while, and spit out two words on his pink lips: "My brother." ”

The best, after many twists and turns, the ink stain that got the location of the classroom finally arrived at the classroom under the painstaking guidance of Mu Bai.

Mu Bai: What should I do if there is such a road idiot who does not distinguish between front and back, left and right, east, west, north and south?!

The class was quiet, except for the sound of pages turning and pen and paper rubbing, and almost everyone was making the final sprint for the college entrance examination.

Ink Dye walked to his seat and sat down, and no one noticed.

I tried to sleep on my desk, but I found that I couldn't sleep at all.

The table was too hard to sleep......

So he stuffed sugar into his mouth, watched the people in the class review with his eyes open, and couldn't stop chatting with Mu Bai in his heart.

"Mu Bai, I found that the classmate in front of me has been immersed in the third question, it's been ten minutes, it's obviously very simple, I can see it at a glance......"

"Host, that's because you have a higher IQ than him."

"Will you do it?"

Mu Bai glanced at the question that the boy was doing, and said coldly: "No! ”

He came from the ancient era, how could he understand these complicated things that make people's brains, and he didn't know who came up with them......

"Oh, does that mean your IQ is as low as that classmate?"

The wooden white eyes in the sea of knowledge instantly turned to the extreme, and the teacup in his hand accidentally turned into powder with too much force.

There was an urge to strangle the ink stain in my heart.

Later, this caused Mu Bai to take care of the ink dye for a long time.

I didn't get Mu Bai's answer for a long time, and Mo Ran didn't think much about it, and continued to lie on the table and watch others review.

Anyway, what's going on with the words written by those people, it's like a ghost drawing a charm, I can't understand it......

Finally waited until the afternoon to collect, Mo Dye put a candy in his mouth, and the boy in front suddenly turned his head and said to Mo Dye with a look of lovelessness: "There is a physics exam in the afternoon, and it will be over, and the big guy is kind and begging to take it!" ”

As he spoke, he winked pitifully at the ink dye.

The original owner's popularity in the class is very good, and the boy in front of him, Yue Yang, is one of them.

Mo Ran looked at him, slowly ate the sugar in his mouth, and then began the education mode of the flowers of the motherland: "But you can't always rely on me, you have to learn to live independently, that is, to complete the learning tasks by yourself, we must be good children in the eyes of teachers, socialist successors in the mouths of classmates, and strive for the motherland, society, and relatives to contribute their own strength, come on Yueyang!" ”

Yue Yang looked at him with tears in his eyes while holding the exercises, and said in disbelief: "Xiao Ran, you have changed, when has your mind become so healthy and upward!" When you were receiving ideological education, you didn't even pull me! My heart hurts! ”

Mo Ran: Is this a disguised statement that her previous three views were not correct?

In the end, Yue Yang still didn't give up and asked: "Big guy, is it really not possible?" In fact, I don't want to be a good student in the eyes of my teachers, and it's okay to be a socialist successor among my classmates. ”

Mo Ran shook his head, "No, I want to be a positive and good citizen, and I can't cheat!" ”

The sun is sudden!

Surrounding classmates: Let's laugh hard and not speak, and silently act as a background board.

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Mini-plot:

Mu Bai hooked his lips and chuckled: "Say that my IQ is as low as his?" The next second immediately lifted the table, "Who gave you the courage?" Liang Jingru? ”

Mo Ran looked at Mu Bai, who was carrying a twelve-meter-long knife, and his face was written that Lao Tzu was now ruthless, and his eyes were speechless.

"It's not me, I don't, don't talk nonsense! You can't be fierce either, if you want a stupid author, I'm just an actor, he's a director. The little girl was serious, argued with reason, said that her face was not red and her heart was not beating, and she ruthlessly cheated a stupid author.

So, in the middle of the night, when the third watch, someone carried this twelve-meter-long knife and found the stupid author who was sleeping soundly.

It's not good, it's murderous!

The stupid author was immediately awakened, and before he could make a move, he was pressed by a twelve-meter-long knife, only to feel a stream of blood gushing up his throat.

It's so sour!

At that time, the stupid author had only one thought, "Mamma Mia, this baby's bones are about to break, who is this person, who is this person who came to murder me to inherit my work?" ”

"I'm going to add a play!" The person who came looked murderous, and his tone was commanding.

The stupid author was immediately unhappy, I have grown so big, I have never seen such an arrogant person! My hairstyle is messed up!

Yes! Soldiers can be killed, but not humiliated! The head can be broken, the blood can flow, and the hairstyle can't be messed up! I must not give in to him, I must rise up and resist!

Then, the stupid author swore to die against him, and finally succumbed to the sword.

Looking at the big long knife glowing with cold light, the stupid author trembled, and with tears in his heart, he wrote this "humiliating" work according to someone's request.

In the end, someone was happy and slapped the knife with one hand.

The stupid author couldn't help but squirt out a mouthful of old blood anymore, just spraying it on someone.

So, it became another story.