The last big question of the last paper, Zhao Yang did it at the beginning, he didn't think it was difficult, at least it was not a super difficult problem to test extreme thinking, and it was indeed a bit cumbersome to find it later, but he didn't pay too much attention to it.

But now that I read the answer given by this classmate Mu, I feel that I was wrong.

His first reaction at that time was also the combination of numbers and shapes, but he was still confused by the problem itself, ruled out the simplest and most correct solution, and stepped into the trap.

Zhao Yang couldn't help but feel a little depressed, very slightly.

After a while, Mu Qingyun returned to her seat, and after sitting down for a while, she felt that Zhao Yang and Zhang Lan looked at her several times in a row.

“……”

Disturbing people?

Mu Qingyun said secretly, the students of No. 1 Middle School are usually very polite, except when they collided with the High School Attached to Normal University, they thought about it casually, and when they came back to their senses, they buried themselves in hard study again.

Zhang Lan still didn't say anything until she returned home, opened all the test papers she got from the library, read them carefully, and did it again, but she was still puzzled.

"I remember she didn't study well."

At the beginning, classmate Mu and her sister were admitted to the first middle school, but she only took the thirteenth middle school, and it was spread in the community for a long time.

His grandmother listened to her grandson's muttering, put on reading glasses and sat over, and was amazed for a while, "This kid of the Mu family has a very good brain, and his foundation is also solid." ”

Zhang Lan is also in the family home of No. 2 Middle School, and most of the teachers living in the community are teachers of No. 2 Middle School, who are colleagues of each other, and have a better relationship with other commercial communities than neighbors.

Usually, Sun Xiaomei often hints outside that her husband's ex-wife's daughter is not learning and disobedient, and the neighbors have basically heard it.

Grandma Zhang Lan is also a teacher, and she didn't believe Sun Xiaomei's words before, but now that she looks at the test paper that her grandson got back, she refuses to believe half a word.

"This is the stepmother in charge, hey, the child is pitiful."

Grandma Zhang Lan shook her head and stroked her grandson who looked unconvinced, "Boy, don't you see it?" People don't answer these questions randomly, at the beginning of these papers, she used the most basic knowledge points, and some of them used junior high school content, the solution methods seem cumbersome, and some places deliberately detoured, which is all telling you to expand the foundation. ”

"After that, her idea of solving the problem is lighter and smarter every time, and finally this paper, tsk, look, such a complex question, three auxiliary lines, perfectly solved, and the agility of thinking is no worse than those little cleverness in my class."

Grandma Zhang Lan was full of appreciation, "I have to tell Mr. Mu that this is a good seedling and cannot be delayed." ”

Zhang Lan: "......"

Mu Qingyun didn't know that she was just doing the questions, and by the way, she brought Wang Mengmeng to change the test papers, and even changed such a story.

Now she only feels that her stepmother, Sun Xiaomei, is becoming more and more yin and yang day by day.

I'm afraid I won't be able to stay in this home.

Mu Qingyun looked at Sun Xiaomei's uncertainties, and Sun Xiaomei was also angry.

Recently, she always felt that the neighbors and colleagues in the community looked at her a little strangely, and there were a few people who played well on weekdays, like Xiao Du downstairs, who actually came to secretly mention something, saying that although she is a stepmother, she can't be too unreliable in doing things, don't ruin the reputation of her daughter left in front of others all day long, make too much trouble, and her face is ugly.

Sun Xiaomei couldn't help but accumulate a stomach full of resentment, how could these people gossip like this, what does her family's affairs have to do with others!

She really felt that she couldn't bear it, Mu Qingyun was like an uncle at home now, cooking only for her own share, housework only cleaning her own balcony, letting her do something, like a deaf person, not listening to a word.

Even the old man and the old lady are not as attentive as before, at night, the old man called from the next building to ask someone to come over to serve tea, she should not have heard, if she went to call, she would have to make a fuss, tossing so much that Ai Zhen and Ai Bao could not sleep.

Bah!

If she doesn't submit this Nizi, won't she want to go to heaven?

……

Mu Qingyun didn't know Sun Xiaomei's state of mind, she brushed the workbooks and test papers for two days in a row, and actually brushed all the test papers of all subjects she had on hand.

There are some interesting questions, and she even repeats them two or three times in various ways.

There is another message in the WeChat message group to remind the payment of the new semester material fee.

Mu Qingyun was silent.

She remembered that before the start of school, she had done a long time of psychological construction, and finally asked her father for tuition, and her father promised to give it to her before paying the tuition, but he still forgot.

Fortunately, Mu Qingyun is very good at planning for a rainy day, she took on some errands in the summer, saved some money, and her mother gave her some money, and finally saved up all the tuition and miscellaneous fees.

"Money is a good thing."

She really didn't want to reach out to Mu Siping, even though it was her father.

"I really can't change my bad problem of saving face."

Just taking the odd time to run errands is really inefficient, and besides, it is not possible to take orders every day when you are free.

She kept thinking about it, thinking about it, thinking about the library.

"How do you make money?"

Wang Mengmeng was a little confused, but it was rare for Qingyun to be distressed, so she still tried to think about it, "My aunt didn't quarrel with the boss a while ago and resigned, but later she took over some work in the community service group to cook for the elderly and children, and cook nutritious meals, as if it was enough to get a health certificate." ”

"Cooking?"

Mu Qingyun pondered for a moment, and felt that he could try.

She's a good cook.

Over the years, her grandparents have been in poor health and have a poor appetite, so she racked her brains to find a way to cook delicious meals, and also learned to make medicinal meals to nourish their bodies.

Mu Aizhen and Mu Aibao are tired of studying, her grandparents are always talking about this, and she has also spent a lot of time studying home-cooked food.

In this way, she is still a useless person who eats white rice in people's mouths.

Mu Qingyun sighed, she didn't want to know, she was startled when she thought about it, she had worked hard for more than a year, but it was all for others.

Wang Mengmeng was full of action, and while copying her mobile phone to contact her aunt, she urged Mu Qingyun to go to the Affiliated Hospital of No. 2 Middle School to apply for an urgent health certificate.

Early in the morning, the electronic version of the health certificate was freshly released.

"Come, take a picture of your ID card, upload your health certificate, name, Mu Qingyun, education, uh, junior high school?"

I haven't graduated from high school yet, but it's not junior high school.

"Introduction...... This should be blown well, ten years of cooking experience, proficient in nutrition, well, and good learning, can help students from elementary school to high school to do homework. ”

Mu Qingyun: "Huh? ”

"Oh, you don't know, this one must be popular, my aunt hires hourly workers, as soon as I heard that people can tutor children in their homework, they immediately asked for it, spend a penny, harvest two kinds of services, beautiful!"

Mu Qingyun: "......"

Zhang Lan: "Poof, cough." He hurriedly turned around and covered his mouth, for fear that Mu Qingyun and Wang Mengmeng would hear it.

Zhao Yang: "......"

Glancing at Wang Mengmeng's mobile phone, he wrote down the work number and forwarded it.

He didn't know if Mu Qingyun's cooking was good or not, but in terms of tutoring, she would definitely be competent.