There was a touch of warmth on his back, and someone shouted in his ear, "Zhou Moruo,"

Zhou Moruo opened his eyes violently,

The corners of her eyes were strangely red, but her pupils were as black as a deep pool, and the coldness came out, making people tremble uncontrollably.

Jiang Lianyan looked at her fixedly for two seconds, and the hand on her back exerted his strength slightly,

Zhou Moruo was stunned, she closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, her eyes had returned to flat.

"I'm asleep," she said, rubbing her eyes and moving her aching wrists.

Jiang Lianyan withdrew the hand on her back and sat next to her, "Zhou Moruo, can you tell me about your past?" Perhaps, I can help you,"

Zhou Moruo said in his heart, help me? No one can help me,

She smiled and turned her head sideways, "You want to know?" ”

Jiang Yanyan nodded, "Hmm,"

Zhou Moruo, "But I don't want to say,"

She added, "Even if you're the person I like, I can't tell you this time,"

Jiang Jian said, "...... Oh well,"

Zhou Moruo glanced at the watch on the desk, "It's not early, I'm going back,"

Jiang Jian said, "Please go through the door"

Zhou Moruo stood up, "How can you walk through the window when you go to the door," she opened the door of the study and walked out, Jiang Lianyan followed, "The last time, I won't let you in if you open the window again in the future,"

Zhou Moruo laughed, suddenly turned his head, his eyebrows narrowed, "The question you just asked, if you say you like me, I'll tell you,"

Jiang Yanyan was silent for a long time, then turned around and walked back, "Don't make trouble, go back quickly,"

Zhou Moruo sighed, didn't say anything, walked to the balcony and climbed over the wall and left.

She went back to her room and went downstairs, and the living room was empty, and there was no one.

There was a piece of paper on the coffee table, on which the game console was pressed, Zhou Moruo reached out and picked it up,

It is written with a brush, "Wait for a long time, you have gone, don't read it,"

The word is a good word, at first glance, it was written by Yang Zhigang, and she put the brush in the room under the coffee table, and these people also turned it out for her.

Zhou Moruo sneered, these guys,

The short weekend passed in the blink of an eye, early in the morning, Zhou Moruo went downstairs with his schoolbag, and saw Tang Qiao sitting on the back seat of the mountain bike, and when he saw her come out, he waved at her with a smile, "Brother Jin,"

Zhou Moruo pushed the cart and walked over, "Are you finally going to self-study today?" ”

Tang Qiao, "Originally, I didn't want to go, but I heard Yingying say that the bald class will have a teacher from the department to listen to the class, and I want to check people,"

The bald man is their math teacher, because his hair is thinning and his hairline is bald, so the people in the class tacitly gave him such a nickname.

When the two arrived at the classroom, there were really more people than usual, and the representative of the math class saw Zhou Moruo and immediately walked over, "Class leader, the bald class has to arrange people to answer questions, but everyone is unwilling,"

Zhou Moruo, "How many people do you need?" ”

The math timetable folded hands and counted, "Six,"

Zhou Moruo glanced at the people around him, "The five of us, plus you, are just enough,"

The representative of the math class looked at Wu Boyu, who was lying on the table and falling asleep, "...... them Would you like to? ”

The point is that the penultimate is matched with the second-to-last, can you answer the question?

Zhou Moruo saw her doubts, "Don't worry, they are very reliable,"

The math class rep finally nodded, "Alright then,"

Yang Zhigang and Yu Yingying heard it, and they didn't object, anyway, they were originally scholars, Tang Qiao was also very calm, everything is strong, what are she afraid of?

Only Wu Boyu slept soundly on the table, and he didn't know anything about what was arranged.