Around six o'clock in the evening.

The dinner was made by Lin Yu, and the bowl was brushed by Su Muxin.

After a brief meal, the three of them went their own way.

Because of Su Su's matter, Su Muyun did not broadcast live, but read books in the study.

Su Muxin is still the same, cross-legged, sitting on the sofa in the living room with a big grin, writing the test paper in her hand easily and comfortably.

Lin Yu was controlling his mobile phone, looking for books to read on the Internet, and by the way, he also asked the little brother of magnesium group takeaway to help deliver a laptop specially made by himself.

Because for the second virtual world in the computer, he has some itchy hands in his heart and wants to operate it.

Especially when I think back to the afternoon when Su Muxin was writing a program, the crisp keyboard tapping sound kept ringing, and the feeling of itching was even stronger.

Time passes slowly.

Just as Lin Yu was checking the books about life sciences on his mobile phone, Su Muxin, who was originally relaxed and comfortable, became a little irritable.

"I hate composition."

Looking at the essay question in the last column of the Chinese test paper in her hand, Su Muxin sighed and muttered quietly, the depression and impatience on her pretty face had already overflowed.

That old man Xu is so hateful, he actually left her a separate language homework, which is really annoying!

Forget about leaving homework alone, knowing that you can't write essays, it's simply unreasonable!

Thinking of Old Man Xu's smiling old fox appearance of leaving homework for himself, Su Muxin felt more and more angry the more she thought about it.

Just when she was irritable, her eyes inadvertently swept over Lin Yu who was playing with her mobile phone on the side.

Suddenly, as if she remembered something, her eyes lit up, and a touch of joy welled up on her pretty face.

As a top student of Qingdao University, and Lin Yu, who was admitted to Qingdao University as a champion, should be able to write an essay, right?

Thinking of this, Su Muxin coughed lightly to make herself look docile and well-behaved, then looked at Lin Yu, smiled, and said in a very soft and greasy tone: "Big~Uncle, can you do me a favor~"

Hearing this snorting sound, Lin Yu, who was originally immersed in the ocean of knowledge, suddenly snorted, goosebumps fell to the ground, and looked at Su Muxin with a disgusted face: "You successfully disgusted me." ”

Hearing this, the smile on Su Muxin's face suddenly stiffened, and her chest rose and fell slightly, eager to kill him.

However, when she thought of her Chinese test paper, she still smiled stiffly from the bottom of her heart, and continued to say in a whining voice: "I can't write this composition, uncle, you can help others." ”

Hiss......

This damn snort, Lao Tzu's goosebumps are gone!

Lin Yu really couldn't stand this disgusting snort, and said very loudly: "Stop, stop, I'm afraid of you, I'll write it for you, you give me normal, it's really disgusting." ”

As he spoke, he hurriedly took the test paper from Su Muxin, whose chest was violently fluctuating, and looked at it

After only a glance, Lin Yu suddenly raised his eyebrows, how could this topic be somewhat similar to the essay topic in the college entrance examination in his memory.

It is also an essay topic with the etiquette system as the central point.

No wonder this little kid can't write it and come to beg for himself, for this type of essay topic, ordinary people can't write it at all.

And they can't even copy it.

As for why it can't be copied, it's because in this parallel world, poems and songs, essays and the like here are very rare, and even the essays will not be posted on the Internet.

And the reason for this phenomenon is because there is an institution called the Faculty of Letters in this parallel world.

Moreover, this institution is also a state-certified literary institution.

As long as you have a deep literary foundation, or have published articles and essays that meet the standards of the Faculty of Letters, then it will award you the honorary title of literary scholar, as well as medals.

There are a total of levels 1 to 5, and each level is very favorable, and of course, the difficulty of leveling up is also more difficult.

However, even first-class writers have attracted countless people.

Not for anything else, just because writers are very profitable.

Therefore, many people will go to the Faculty of Arts to submit their articles, rather than publish their own articles, essays, etc. on the Internet.

Hearing Lin Yu say that she was disgusting, Su Muxin almost couldn't help but fight with him, but in the end she forcibly held back.

There is no way, who allows himself to ask for him.

It's just that when I think that my coquettish cuteness doesn't work, forget it, this stinky Lin Yu still looks disgusted, it's too much!

However, Su Muxin was indignant in her heart, but also had some doubts

Doesn't the book say that girls are very lethal to men when they are spoiled, and it is easy to arouse men's desire to protect?

Could it be fake?

Lin Yu didn't know what this little kid was thinking, his eyes were slightly closed, countless words flashed in his mind, and then they were quickly put together.

In less than a minute, an essay related to the etiquette system instantly takes shape in the mind.

"Bring a pen."

Lin Yu opened his eyes, put the test paper on the table, stretched out his right hand, and spoke.

Seeing this, Su Muxin, who came back to her senses, hurriedly handed over the pen and looked at him in disbelief, her eyes full of curiosity.

In such a short time, he actually figured out how to write?!

Isn't that an exaggeration!

After taking the pen, Lin Yu lowered his head and wrote on the test paper, he wrote very quickly, and the pen was like a god, without a pause.

Because for him, there is no need to think about the words anymore, but only needs to quickly copy all the compositions that come up in his mind.

Looking at Lin Yu's appearance of writing quickly without thinking about it at all, Su Muxin was stunned for a while.

Is there such a big gap between people?

How can he write an essay by himself is like squeezing toothpaste, he can't write it for half a day, but as soon as he writes, he can't stop at all.

That's too fake, isn't it?

In about twenty minutes, an 800-word essay on the etiquette system called "The Fire of Civilization" slowly came out.

"I'm done, and I'm playing."

Throwing the pen on the table, Lin Yu got up lazily and stretched his body, and said indifferently.

Hearing this, Su Muxin hurriedly picked up the test paper and looked at it.

"Shang Ji 2,000 years ago, since the beginning of the Zhou ritual system, our country has always been known as "an ancient civilization" and "a state of etiquette" in the world......

Before the first natural paragraph was finished, Su Muxin couldn't stand it anymore.

There is no other reason, this composition is all in classical Chinese, she can't understand it at all!

I'm asking you to write an essay, not a text!!

Forget it, it's not for me anyway, as long as the task is completed, let Old Man Xu ponder it alone when the time comes, and it won't cost my brain cells.

Thinking about it differently, Su Muxin suddenly became much happier.

She put the paper away, picked up the computer on the side, and continued to start her happy coding journey.