Early the next morning, Edamame Mao had just walked into the teaching building, Tian Youyou and Tang Duoduo couldn't hold back the excitement in their hearts, and ran out of the classroom to greet him.

Edamame Mao frowned and smiled, he comforted Yuyu Shimoda and Tang Duoduo, he said:

"I know you all know, calm down."

Tang Duoduo nodded again and again, and he said, "Youyou and I found out when we just flipped through the book!" It's "What I See" by the Qing Dynasty poet Yuan Mei, right? ”

"Of course."

Edamame Mao dragged Tian Youyou and Tang Duoduo back to the classroom, and as he walked, he described what happened yesterday night to Tang Duoduo and Tian Youyu.

Edamame Mao boosted morale and said: "We still have three poems to tackle, everyone must continue to work hard!" ”

Tian Youyou asked, "Did you study a few other poems with La Dola yesterday?" ”

"No, Ladora says that its newly restored dream world needs to be stabilized, and it can't continue to add new psalms. So we didn't look into it. The reason why La Dola became like this was because she relied too much on the energy bowl at that time and overused herself. I'd rather be slower than take any more risks. ”

Tang Duoduo and Tian Youyou were extremely recognizant of this, and the three of them walked to their respective seats, and Edamame smiled at Ge Dazhuang, who had dozed off in the early morning with his head propped up.

The smile is the most contagious expression, and Ge Dazhuang immediately sobered up when he saw it.

Edamame said, "Thank you, Ge Dazhuang. ”

"Thank me?" Ge Dazhuang was so shy that his cheeks flushed.

"Thank you for giving me some guidance," Maodou Mao saw that Ge Dazhuang was still confused, so he further explained: "It's you who told me about Yuan Mei." ”

Ge Dazhuang, who suddenly realized, made a heroic appearance, and he said: "A small thing is not enough to worry about!" ”

Ge Dazhuang glanced at Cai Xiaoyu's empty seat, he cleared his throat, leaned closer and took the initiative to ask, "You still have to ask me one more thing yesterday, what is it?" Tell me, I'll see if I can help you. ”

Edamame Mao was so surprised that his eyebrows flew into the sky, and he hurriedly asked: "I wanted to ask you yesterday, is there any poet surnamed Du who likes maple leaves very much." ”

"Edamame, what are you studying? How do you always ask some poet about his personal hobbies? Yesterday it was tofu, and today it is a maple leaf again? Ge Dazhuang asked puzzled.

"We ......"

Ge Dazhuang's question made Edamame hesitate, he didn't want to expose La Dora, he was worried that La Dora would be in danger because too many people knew about it—just like those most beautiful flowers, suddenly blooming in the wild, and naughty children always have to pick them.

Edamame's hesitation made Ge Dazhuang unhappy, he suddenly felt that he was self-inflicted, it turned out that Edamame didn't regard him as a friend.

Edamame Mao saw Ge Dazhuang's eyelids drooping, and his eyes were also very hurt, and he also felt very guilty. As soon as Edamame Mao was about to explain, Ge Dazhuang opened his mouth.

"Du Mu."

Edamame didn't hear clearly, and he asked rhetorically, "What Dumu?" Single-plank bridge? ”

"I said Du Mu! A sucker! Ge Dazhuang suddenly became angry.

He stood up, and he leaned down, his face drawing in on Edamame.

Edamame felt the pressure, because Ge Dazhuang's eyes seemed to have fire coming out. Edamame replied in a panic: "Got it...... Why? ”

Ge Dazhuang looked at Edamame Mao and emphasized word by word:

"Don't ask me any more questions! We're not friends! ”