Chu Wuwu knew that the old saying was very reasonable.

Especially that sentence, it's not that you don't report it, but that the time has not come.

After skipping school many times, she successfully missed several classes.

And it's all the harder kind, the kind that she doesn't have any impression in her brain.

This teacher must have held a grudge, she talked about new things when she was away, and then said that she would take an exam.

Heaven is going to kill her!

Nine times out of ten, you have a foundation here, so the pace of the lecture is not much slower than flying a plane.

Chu Wuwu held it with his hand, spread out the book in front of him, and was drowsy.

I really don't know who she wants to sleep with when she sees a book.

Fortunately, the table is not too hard, otherwise her little brain melon may have to hit a big bag.

"I've been told since I was a kid that you should stay away from books when you read, otherwise your eyes will be dry and short-sighted."

When Chu Shixiu came back, he saw a little guy who had been posted on the book,

Sleeping that is called an unconscious.

The slight snoring was mixed with saliva that was about to fall out of his mouth.

It's a rare sight.

Chu Wuwu was a little conscious, his eyes were half-open and half-closed, he was already on the bed in the bedroom, and he stretched out his hand and touched a face in a daze.

This familiar temperature and touch......

Her hand paused, and her eyes widened.

"You're back?"

The standard smile of an ignorant girl, buy one get one free, and come with an intimate hug.

"Why did you suddenly study so hard today that you can fall asleep halfway?"

I don't know if I care more about this, or if I am more sarcastic, anyway, Chu Shixiu has never been a good person.

"It's not all your fault, you encourage me to skip school every day, and the school teacher makes a surprise inspection to take the exam, I'm not cramming for a while."

When I said this, I was still a little weak-hearted, after all, yesterday's account still had to be counted on my head.

"Which question won't?"

Chu Wuwu pursed his lips and looked at the contents of the book carefully.

In fact, most of them are theoretical questions, and only a few need to be understood in depth.

But the test is to test the level of understanding!

"This way, this way, and this way."

Chu Shixiu took the book away from her face, and the content on it fell into his eyes word for word.

The tip of the pen is constantly written on the white paper like a flowing cloud.

In just a few minutes, a piece of paper was written in black.

Although the handwriting is neat and beautiful, and it has the unique elegance of boys, Chu Wuwu feels that one head and two are big.

One or two lines of words in the book were written by him for half of the book, isn't it even more incomprehensible?

"Actually, this is still very easy to understand, I wrote the general content on paper, you just need to take a good look at it to understand."

For fear that she would not understand, Chu Shixiu had been sitting beside her, ready to explain to her at any time.

Back then, knowing that Chu Wuwu had chosen to major in acting, he made up a few bookshelves for the relevant content.

Although theory is not as important as practice, the two are closely related.

No one except Jiang Yan knew about this matter, after all, the president of the Chu family still had to maintain that constant sense of mystery.

So the current scene is Chu Wuwu, sitting there like a child, tilting his head and listening carefully to the man's explanation, occasionally nodding, or pointing to something he doesn't understand.

So much so that after being tutored for a night, she finally understood a truth.

My own man knows a lot.