Grandpa Lu's little cutie is super sweet

Chapter 202 First

Memorial Xi: "..."

The little girl was furious, "Don't talk to me! Don't interfere with my review!"

"Okay, the last sentence."

Memorial Xi stared at him dubiously.

"If you don't want to rub your neck, you can rub other places..." One sentence made the little girl furious. Seeing that the rabbit was about to bite in a hurry, Lu Xingye changed his words, "Excuse me with a pencil."

"You have a good idea! Don't borrow it! You bite your finger and smear the book with blood!"

Oh open?

Really angry?

Lu Xingye, who was on the verge of death after repeated probing, said slowly: "Then even if I paint it, I won't be given points by machine scanning, Ji Xi, do you want me to lose so much? If you lose, you have to sit with Ling Yuran We are at the same table."

"It's good to sit at the same table with him, at least he won't be like some people who don't even carry a pencil."

Saying so, Ji Jixi took out a mechanical pencil from the pencil case.

Thinking that Lu Xingye might run out of water with just that one pen, he took out two more black fountain pens and slapped them in front of Lu Xingye.

There were smiles on Lu Xingye's brows and eyes, "Thank you, my deskmate~"

Memorial Xi: ...! !

"You, what did you call me..."

"You are allowed to call, but I am not allowed to call?" Lu Xingye turned the pen, his bony fingers were cold and white, like the perfect work of an artist, and he deliberately dragged out his tone, "At the same table, I will give you the first place in the exam How about it?"

Little Nian Gao was so ashamed that she couldn't speak, she wished she could plop into the bowl and bury her.

"Hmph, the number one is mine!"

"Okay, it's yours." Lu Xingye said with a low voice and a smile.

...

The invigilation of the weekly test is not so strict. They are all teachers from each class, and there is no seat number. They just push the tables apart.

"The first subject is Chinese. Let's warm up first." The Chinese teacher opened the cowhide bag, "The composition must be written. Who dare not write the test and come to the office for a day trip."

The paper rolls are passed from the front row to the last row in turn.

The bell rang, and the answering signal came from the radio. For a while, the classroom was full of the sound of the pen tip falling on the paper.

Ji Jixi wrote slowly, and she suffered a little from the Chinese test. She had only finished half of the paper when she heard the sound of turning the paper next to her.

He couldn't help turning his head to look at Lu Xingye.

The young man's side face has sharp and smooth lines, and he is doing the questions very fast. Ji Jixi stared at him with a godlike kung fu. He has already scanned the ten lines at a glance and wrote the answer.

Ji Jixi knew that he was hiding something, but he didn't know what his real level was. He wanted to see if he was answering questions or scribbling, so he glanced at the words on his paper...

Is this... really a word...

Memorial Xi resolutely gave up, forget it, why torture my eyes...

The Muying weekly test can be handed in in advance. After one hour and 10 minutes, Ling Yuran put down his pen, stood up and went to the podium to hand in the paper.

Everyone in the class:? ? ?

What kind of fairy speed is this? ?

Many of them haven't even written their composition yet! !

After Ling Yuran handed in the paper, she subconsciously looked towards the back row.

Ji Xi was still seriously answering the questions. Lu Xingye, who was next to her, was lying on the table with one hand on the back of his head. Judging by his sleeping position, he must have been asleep for a while.

A look of contempt flashed across Ling Yuran's eyes, a scumbag is a scumbag, and he can't even do a test of this level.

...

In the next exams of each subject, everyone in Class S witnessed Ling Yuran's extremely fast handing in of papers.

Brush, curl.

Crack, hand in the paper!

This is simply no way out for people!

Boss Lu, you will definitely lose!

(End of this chapter)