At noon that day, all four dishes and one soup were eaten clean.

There is no grain of rice left in the kitchen.

In the afternoon, Bo Yicheng returned to school to attend class, and he was still a little excited in his mind.

Bo Yimo has passed the interview and will not have to go to school in the afternoon.

The mother and daughter were hanging on the sofa and playing games.

The opposite side could not believe it. The second place in the game was a sixth-grade primary school student who had just graduated.

I can't believe that the second mother ranked first.

In the middle, Lin Zhan went online, and Su was about to invite him, but Lin Zhan went offline in seconds.

Lin Zhan was originally halfway through the company, so he went to the next door to find his wife to be intimate.

The two of them were tired of it during the rest for a long time, and Lin Zhan said that they were playing games and playing handsomely in front of their wife.

As a result, who knew that as soon as it was launched, I saw Su Ye and her daughter were there.

With this mother and daughter here, can he still be handsome?

Get off the line quickly.

After school in the evening, Bo Yicheng's bicycle shop returned to the Bo family compound.

The crisp bicycle bell rang from afar.

Bo Yimo went out to greet her, and the brother and sister entered the house together.

I ate too much at noon, and Su Ye didn't cook at night, so the brother and sister didn't eat it anymore.

Bo Yicheng said he would tutor Bo Yimo for chemistry and physics.

All new courses will be added after junior high school.

Compared to listening to the teacher, Bo Yimo is of course more willing to listen to his brother.

When I entered my brother's study, my brother's chair was high, and Bo Yimo sat on it and his two thin and long calves were not touching the ground.

Bo Yicheng thoughtfully helped her adjust the height, then pulled a chair and sat beside her.

Hold the writing and start writing the questions on the notebook.

Bo Yimo then turned her gaze on her brother's desk.

His desk was clean, which was completely different from Bo Yimo's house.

There are a long row of books on the bookshelf, from "The Three-Body" to "Devil Physics"... to "Graining Waves".

No book is brain-burning.

The most important thing is that all books are quite strictly the same in size. Any book that is bulging out with a little height and width cannot enter its bookshelf.

The butler knocked on the door and sent a plate of freshly washed cherry tomatoes in.

Her expression was particularly kind: "Young master, little lady, eat some cherry tomatoes and supplement vitamins."

The Bo family has not been so prosperous for many years and is not so lively.

Bo Yicheng just happened to have written several questions.

He took the fruit plate and put the book of the title in front of his sister: "Try it."

"Yes," when Bo Yimo was reviewing the question, she supported her chin with one hand and turned a pen with her fingertips.

Her hands were quite small, but she could already see the slender and beautiful hand shape, and her fingertips were very light. The pen seemed to be alive, from top to bottom, and from bottom to top on her fingertips.

After about a minute, start writing on the notebook.

The questions Bo Yicheng gave are of course not as ordinary as those found in ordinary junior high school textbooks.

If the brother and sister continue like this, they don’t know how much technology that will be able to subvert the times in the future.

His eyes fell on the notebook.

My brother's handwriting is heroic and fair.

My sister's handwriting is like a crazy snake dancing.

...

"Is it done?" Bo Yicheng handed her the plate of cherry tomatoes and replaced the notebook.

Bo Yimo lowered her head, and for the next second, she narrowed her eyes directly.

No wonder when she was doing the test, she kept seeing her brother facing the plate.

At present, dozens of small cherry tomatoes were arranged one by one, from the outside to the inside, round after circle.

Neat and very symmetrical.

Bo Yimo: "..."

What kind of performance art is this?

What she didn't know was that her brother's extreme rigor, stubbornness, and self-discipline even surpassed his father.

Bo Yicheng saw her staring at the cherry tomatoes in her hand, and a warm smile appeared on the corner of her lips: "Eat something."

Bo Yimo stretched out her little pink tongue like a cat and licked the corners of her lips, picked out two pieces from the middle and threw them into her mouth, biting them through in one bite, and the sour and sweet juice instantly filled her teeth.

Very delicious.

Bo Yicheng laughed unconsciously as he looked at his sister's expression, but when he lowered his head and noticed the plate, his smile suddenly stiffened.

After my sister took two out of the middle, the whole plate of cherry tomatoes with solid arrangements was in chaos.

Sweat was oozing from Bo Yicheng's forehead...

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The summer vacation ends and Yali Middle School starts.

No matter how high-end classes or ordinary classes are divided, all students are randomly assigned to classes.

It took only more than half a month after the start of school, but Bo Yimo, the first in the grade, became a celebrity in Yali Middle School with her outstanding temperament.

There were countless senior boys whistling at her after school.

However, Bo Yicheng picked up his sister to and from school every day, so the boys didn't have the chance to start.

Of course, there are other obstacles...

Class 1 (6).

Zhang Mao came back from the office with a thick stack of Chinese homework.

As soon as I reached the door, I was blocked by three tall and handsome senior boys.

"You Bo Yimo's deskmate?"

Zhang Mao held the thick stack of homework books on his chin, and a fat little hand was freed to push his glasses, and he was very brave: "I am."

The senior boy smiled evilly at the corner of his lips, as if he was mocking Zhang Mao's sparse head.

The one in the lead took a bag of fragrant fast food from his younger brother and handed it to Zhang Mao, and raised an eyebrow at him: "Tell me, Feng Bing, Class 2 of the third grade, I went to the fast food restaurant to queue up for her!"

When I said this, the boy's tone sounded like a domineering and a little shy...

Zhang Mao nodded very sensible: "Okay, don't worry, I will tell her."

The senior boys nodded with satisfaction and hung the fast food on the little fat man's finger holding the homework book. Several people left.

Zhang Mao took advantage of his little head to look at the corner and was sure that he could not see the pedestrian. Then he quickly glanced at his deskmate who was sleeping with his arms and hats from the back door. He quickly put his homework book back on his desk, and then ran to the corner where no one was holding the bag of fast food.

Squatting in the corner of the wall, I ate all the fast food in just a few bites.

Throw the remaining express bag into the trash can, wiped away the evidence of crime at the corner of his mouth, and finally pulled out the cold sour plum soup healthy drink he bought for Bo Yimo from his pocket.

Zhang Mao has been used to it this month after coming here.

He tried to deliver things to Bo Yimo, regardless of whether it was breakfast or dessert, all of them were intercepted!

Bo Yimo could only eat what he bought.

Besides, these fast foods are not nutritious at all, and eating too much can easily cause acne!

"Oh, have you bought drinks for your deskmate again? But you really love me, but I wonder if they can fall in love with you?"

A sound that made people feel particularly uncomfortable came from the corner.

A second later, a girl wearing a pink hairpin and a pretty but slightly cheesy appearance appeared from behind the wall.

Zhang Mao: "Qi Wanyao, I just like to be kind to her! Use you to meddle in other people's business?"

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