Leaving a lot of miscellaneous things behind him, and calming down, Mu Qingyun calmly took out the math test paper and took a few pens to brush the questions.

It's better to hurry up and save her precarious brain first.

If she wants this plot to end quickly, the first step is that she first has to run towards the top student in the college entrance examination, and she has come to this point, and she can only do her best.

She originally thought that the hope was quite slim, but as soon as she really devoted herself to learning, Mu Qingyun found that it was very different from before, she instantly entered a state of forgetting about things and me.

At this moment, she is simply not learning, but tasting a delicious meal cooked by a master chef.

Mathematics and other sciences are like nibbling on steak, eating ribs, and spraying fragrant, which is a bit laborious.

As for the liberal arts, it is like Sixi meatballs, braised pork, fragrant and glutinous, and melts in your mouth.

No matter how difficult the problem is, no matter how difficult the difficulty, the more time-consuming and laborious it is to climb, the more energetic Mu Qingyun feels.

The wonderful use of God's reward for diligence really moved people to tears.

She used to be a scumbag who studied for more than twenty minutes like a fish in the desert and needed to escape, but now it's like a top-notch engine.

[Intelligence +0.001+0.001......, Spirit +0.001+0.001]

Visible to the naked eye, the intellect and spirit are constantly increasing, and the brain seems to be clearer every minute than before.

I don't know if the plot is over, can 'God rewards diligence' stay?

Mu Qingyun doesn't like the script, but he likes this system very much.

She wants to be admitted to a very good university, to find a very good job, to make a lot of money, to buy her own house, and to have a happy life.

She still remembers that her grandparents were sick, and she was the only one who was busy, but that time Mu Aizhen took her classmates to play, and her classmates misunderstood that she was the nanny at home, Mu Aizhen nodded while laughing, and her grandparents were also laughing there.

Like what a funny joke it is!

Isn't it funny? She was very uncomfortable.

Everyone says that three years old sees old, if Mu Aizhen is a white swan, then she Mu Qingyun is a toad, not even an ugly duckling, and an ugly duckling will also become a swan, but she can't.

It's rare to encounter a miracle, just in time for the holidays, or study is important.

Mu Qingyun took a deep breath and lay on the table to make up for his homework.

The balcony was dimly lit.

She could faintly hear Sun Xiaomei's angry muttering outside, but she couldn't hear what she said clearly, so she must have no good words.

Not long after, her father Mu Siping seemed to get off work, and when he entered the living room and said a few words, Mu Qingyun heard his familiar footsteps, and sure enough, someone soon came over and knocked on the door.

Mu Siping's face was full of helplessness, he stopped talking, scratched his head and said with a wry smile: "A-Qing, stop it, don't mess with your aunt and sister all day long, your aunt is not easy enough, and there is no difference between treating you and treating your own daughter, you are like this, hey...... Okay, it's so late, hurry up and cook. ”

Mu Qingyun sneered, cooking has never been a chore for her, but it depends on whether she is happy or not.

"Dad, what you said is so good, don't say it again in the future, na, I'll listen to something for you."

Stretched out his hand to turn on the recording of his mobile phone - "How worthwhile are you angry because of a fool like Mu Qingyun...... Just that stupid thing, she can't even go to college, and she will be a coolie in the future. ”

Through the mobile phone, Sun Xiaomei's voice was sharp and harsh, and she became more and more mean.

Mu Siping was taken aback.

Mu Qingyun spread his hands: "But what you said, the college entrance examination is very important, it is important to Mu Aizhen, Mu Aibao, and it is naturally just as important to me, this Aunt Sun who treats me as her daughter is like this, what else can I do?" ”

"From today on, I will do whatever the two of them do at home, and if they don't do it, don't look for me."

"Also, tell Sun Xiaomei that if she doesn't want me to play these recordings to the neighbors in our community, the teachers and students of No. 1 Middle School, don't have nothing to do all day."

As soon as he spoke, Mu Qingyun closed the door.

"Poof!"

Maybe there's something wrong with her, and what she didn't dare to say before seems to be able to spit out easily.

Mu Siping touched his nose, his lips trembled, and he looked at Sun Xiaomei in disbelief.

Sun Xiaomei was so angry that her stomach hurt, her face was blue and gray, and when she saw Mu Siping looking at her like this, she was even more angry, and lowered her voice and said angrily: "What? I can't lose my temper yet! Am I wrong with what I said, look at your good daughter, it's a recording and a fuss, and you still want to compete with our Ah Zhen and Ah Bao! ”

She hated in her heart: she deserved it too!

With Mu Qingyun's grades, what good school can he be admitted to.

Having said that, Sun Xiaomei still stopped a lot.

She is quite face-saving, especially attaches importance to the face of a pair of children.

Mu Qingyun suddenly realized that as long as he could think about it, these people were actually very easy to deal with.

She has been so aggrieved all these years, and most of them are self-inflicted.

If she continues on the original trajectory of her life, her future life is likely to run into one tragedy after another, and eventually live as a joke.

She wasn't happy.

Soon, Mu Qingyun left all the unpleasant things behind, but he always stayed at home, and he was really annoyed by Mu Aizhen and them.

The next day, she went out directly with her textbooks and made an appointment with Wang Mengmeng to write homework in the library.

The library is very close, out of the gate of the community, across the pedestrian crossing, it does not take ten minutes to go back and forth, which is very convenient.

When Mu Qingyun passed, Wang Mengmeng was squatting in the direction of the novel reading area, and when he saw her, he rushed over and pulled her sleeve: "Look, Zhao Yang." ”

Mu Qingyun raised his head when he heard this.

Sure enough, it was Zhao Yang, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, a high nose bridge, and a clean and clean one. It's the kind of male protagonist in a campus idol drama.

Particularly pleasing to the eye.

He was making up lessons for a classmate, who also lived in the family home of No. 2 Middle School, named Zhang Lan.

I have lived in one place for so long, and I don't see it when I look up and look down, so I know it.

Recently, the weather has been cold, and it is hard to find a table in the library, after all, there are floor-to-ceiling windows, plane trees outside the window, and the indoor sunlight is transparent, and the lights are bright and warm.

The hot water supply is also plentiful and the air is fresh.

Now it is Zhao Yang and the two of them occupy a four-person table, and no one around is squeezing it, Mu Qingyun is carrying a schoolbag, holding textbooks, exercise books, test papers and other miscellaneous things, his hands are a little tired, and then he scans the surroundings, and there is not even a table with a vacant seat.

Thinking about the trouble that might be caused by sitting next to Xiaocao, and the weight of her hands now seemed to be incomparable, she reached out and pulled Wang Mengmeng to sit over.

Wang Mengmeng: "Hmm! ”

After sitting for a long time, Mu Qingyun was flipping through her schoolbag, and Wang Mengmeng quietly passed a small note to her - 'Do you feel it?' This atmosphere of silence. ’

'If you don't read quietly in the library, will everyone be jumping?' ’

Mu Qingyun smiled.

Her classmates were all reserved, and they were embarrassed to look at them in a daze, and they all looked at them quietly.

Zhao Yang was obviously a little surprised, but he didn't say anything. Mu Qingyun nodded at him and began to write his homework.

Mu Qingyun is now very thick-skinned, and this little drizzle peeping is completely blind.

There are ten papers for each subject, both on the front and back, and the others are copied, memorized, and dictated, plus the previous month's test papers have been corrected.

She put the homework together, put it in categories, and began to write it with great interest and concentration.

was brushing the questions beautifully, but after a while, I heard Wang Mengmeng like a kitten who couldn't sit still, rubbing east and west, and soon she couldn't sit still, piled a bunch of papers in front of her, and hummed quietly: "My dear, help me change the wrong questions, my cram teacher is really interesting, don't even talk about it, and let me correct the mistake without giving the answer?" If I could have done it, could I have been wrong in the first place? ”

didn't hold on, Wang Mengmeng ran to read those novels and comics.

Silently observing Wang Mengmeng's happy back, Mu Qingyun took the messy rolls stacked on the table and changed them for her one by one.

At first, she didn't pay much attention to it, but she changed it to the point of being a little surprised.

These test papers are actually very interesting, some of them are very level, she was a little surprised, she didn't expect that Wang Mengmeng could find such a capable tutor?

At first glance, Mu Qingyun felt that it was very difficult, but it didn't matter, just straighten out his thoughts and sort out those complicated formulas and various knowledge points.

Time passed minute by minute, and she changed seven or eight in one go, and she also went from stumbling to being at ease.

The speed of answering questions is getting faster and faster, and it takes more than ten or twenty minutes to correct a mistake at first, and then you can find the trick at a glance.

The number of parsing steps is becoming less and less, and the ideas are becoming more elaborate and novel.

Mu Qingyun buried his head in the questions, and Zhang Lan on the opposite side looked at his negligence, and their test papers were taken away by the young lady next door.

“……”

Zhao Yang also showed a little embarrassment on his face, coughed lightly, and just as he was about to open his mouth to return the test paper, he asked Zhang Lan to slap him: "You also know that you have a troubled face, and if you don't have the mind, don't give others a chance." ”

Zhang Lan blinked and whispered, "Wait until you get it back secretly." ”

Otherwise, it would be a trouble to let someone use the test paper as an excuse to give birth to right and wrong.

Thinking about it, he felt funny again, and said softly: "I remember that her name is Mu Qingyun, our neighbor, she is thirteen, hehe, she will definitely doubt life for a while." ”

His test papers are all from top teachers with 40 years of teaching experience, and they are all known as 'swords and mountains of fire' in No. 1 Middle School.

As for the students of the thirteenth middle school, I am afraid that they will be scared to death at a glance.

Zhao Yang shook his head and ignored this kid's ghostly eyes.

After a while, Mu Qingyun stopped his pen, stretched his waist, and took the water cup to pour water, Zhang Lan's hands and feet were light and fast, and he dragged back the test paper he had aimed at earlier.

"Hey, let me see, huh?"

Zhao Yang didn't raise his head, he listened to Zhang Lan muttering in his ears, just like stand-up comedy, reading books with this movement, and it was quite decompressive after getting used to it.

After a while, I heard Zhang Lan gasp: "Good guy, is this messed up?" Brother Yang, you helped me do this, how could it be wrong? ”

Zhao Yang froze, frowned slightly, lowered his head and looked at the book for a while, and finally raised his head to pull the test paper out of Zhang Lan's hand.

Zhang Lan's eyes were about to pop out: "Huh? Did the thirteen really do it right? ”

Zhao Yang: "......"

He pulled out the test paper and tucked it into his sleeve, and said nothing.