Mo Ze didn't come up with another way in the end, but he didn't care, his eyes flashed, it seemed that he had cleaned up the crowd of onlookers in this way, so that it would be convenient for him to say a little "whisper" to Xia Qing.

"I lost." Mo Zetan is frank.

"No, it should be a draw." Xia Qing said lightly without arrogance or impatience, "When you asked me, you must have already come up with three methods, but because there are only three ways to solve this problem, I have a small advantage." ”

Mo Ze was not too pretentious, he put his hands behind his head, he suddenly looked around mysteriously, making sure that no one was eavesdropping, and then he beckoned, "Little sister, come here, I have a very important question for you." ”

Xia Qing leaned over as he said, thinking that he would tell some earth-shattering secret.

Who knows, he suddenly said, "Little sister, what type of boy do you like?" ”

Originally, I was going to help my uncle ask what type of young lady's mother liked, but as soon as I came up, I asked her what her mother liked? Too far-fetched, right?

Mo Ze thought about it smartly, and felt that it was the same to ask the young lady what type she liked.

Xia Qing didn't answer his question, but looked at him with raised eyebrows, and her aura was very heavy.

On the contrary, Su Qianli, who was "single-minded and dual-purpose" next to her, listened to this sentence.

Yo, it's really for Qingqing!

"Who are you from Mr. Inkpool?" Xia Qing asked quietly.

Mo Ze's eyes flashed slightly, huh? It's not what he expected.

The uncle obviously showed a pitiful and miserable "unrequited love", but why did this prospective aunt tell her daughter the name of her uncle?

Seemingly...... There's an adulterous affair, there's an inside story, right?

Uncle, this 10,000-year-old iron tree is also about to usher in spring?!

But in fact, Xia Qing simply regarded Mo Ze as the same situation as Wei Wei last time, because she heard from Mo Chi's mouth that she was Si Muqing's little girlfriend, so she came to care about what kind of "species" she was.

However, Mo Ze couldn't confess to this matter.

The uncle said in advance that in order to avoid startling the snake, he had to approach the young lady without disturbing the prospective aunt, and only admitted his identity when he succeeded.

Otherwise, rashly approaching will incur the disgust of their mother and daughter, and it will also make them have scruples, and there is no way to know their truest thoughts.

So Mo Ze smiled and shook his head, "I don't know what you call Mr. Ink Pool. ”

"Don't recognize?" Xia Qing smiled slightly, that is, she was too careful.

For the rest of the morning, no one bothered Mo Ze, a transfer student.

Although he has a very good appearance and a good personality, his IQ is not at the same level.

In case, you have a good chat with him, and he suddenly asks you a question, and is stopped by a child who is several years younger than him, is this a shame or a shame?

No one can afford to lose face.

Therefore, Mo Ze's side is very quiet, and there are many more opportunities to get close to Xia Qing.

But...... Xia Qing never turned her head again and spoke to him.

She seems to be relaxed, but she is actually very diligent, and she is either sorting out the knowledge of the previous class or doing her homework after class.

She's busy, and Mo Ze isn't too embarrassed to disturb her.

However, a talented player like Mo Ze doesn't have to continue to use diligence to contribute.