Noon.

The thin sunlight is knocked down.

The school was filled with noise.

For Fu Jiu, school life is a wave of exams.

The final exam will be required after the New Year's Eve.

This is the pain in the minds of every high school student.

But this is also an excuse to find a great god.

Continue to ask the master to help her with some questions.

But now Fu Jiu is different from before.

Even the handsome boy who twisted his neck when he was in class would be posted on the post in the next second.

"Ahhhh, my big spades are so handsome!"

"I'm still biting the pen, and I'm very serious about doing the questions."

"Some people say that I will overtake the wall even if I am a big spade, and I strongly ask for a picture of overtaking the wall."

"I suggest that everyone go to No. 1 Middle School to see when he climbs over the wall and takes photos!"

"I won't challenge you anymore. I'm a chef, so I'm going to apply for a job at the No. 1 Middle School cafeteria. What do you want to eat in Big Spades? I'll give him two plates. We'll have to grow up if we smash them!"

Yes.

I don't know why.

Perhaps it was what Fu Jiu said while protecting He Honghua and standing at the door of No. 1 Middle School, and someone dug out.

Some of the aunts are decisive and become fans.

Of course, among those aunts, there are... An Yingxiong.

"Look, look, there are photos of my family that have been smashed in the post bar. At this angle... it's so handsome!" Queen An Ying took her cell phone and asked Qin Mo, who was sitting next to him, to see: "Does it look like the cat you raised before? I really didn't expect that I Jiu was so obedient in school, and he looked so cute when writing with his head down. His academic performance must be good."

Qin Mo put down the bamboo chopsticks, pulled out a piece of paper to wipe his hands, and his smile was a little cold: "Be good? Good academic performance?" That guy's physical performance was so bad that he might never know.

"Well, you are good, handsome and cute." Queen An looked at the photo, and then looked at her son's handsome and slightly cold side face: "I dream of raising such a son, and I have been guiding you in this regard. Who knows... But it doesn't matter, now there are nine people, it's the same, it's too white."

Secretary Liang next to him heard this and began to look up at the sky as if he was very busy.

Qin Mo was about to speak when the cell phone in his trouser pocket rang.

A long-lost WeChat message.

"Brother Mo, I'm a senior at the end of the year. Is it convenient to go to your house to review?"

Qin Mo looked at the screen, remembered Jiang Zuo's words, and put his phone back in his pants pocket.

Since then.

Secretary Liang noticed that their president was a little absent-minded.

This absent-mindedness continued until an hour later the group meeting.

He stood behind Qin Mo, watching their president picking up his phone again for the seventh time.

The slender fingers slid on the screen and returned two words: "Convenient."

When Fu Jiu received the WeChat message from the master, he was standing at the entrance of the school supermarket, holding a lollipop, holding a pants bag in one hand, and typing the silver hair. He could only see his slight side face.

"Have you heard of it?"

"What?"

"The person from Class A was called to the office by Teacher Hao again."

"She has dropped significantly recently, so it is normal for Teacher Hao to call her."

"I always think something is strange..."
Chapter completed!