After wearing the book, I started to counterattack

Chapter 195
Soon another mock exam began.

In this mock exam, Wen Zicheng had tried his best to pass Feng Le and get back No. 1 in his class.

But he was still crushed by Feng Le and got a second child, Wen Zicheng's face was so dark that he couldn't even look at it.

And Feng Le's grades were much better than the last mock exam, because Feng Le scored higher in other subjects. Poor, Feng Le is in the top ten of the whole class, and then squeezed up.

After such a long time, Tang Qing took part in the composition of the "Motherland Mother" last time, and won No. 3 in the composition competition in Yuncheng City.

When Tang Qing announced the news in class, Feng Le had never experienced the applause and admiration of the students.

At this moment, she seemed to be the focus of everyone. While Feng Le was excited and excited, he wanted to run away in a panic.

Feng Le couldn't wait to show off his feelings to Lin Chaoyu, but Lin Chaoyu looked like someone who had come here, reached out and patted Feng Le's shoulder, and praised her in relief.

At this moment, Feng Le suddenly thought of the person in front of him, but he had won many awards, and the small award he had won in front of him was nothing more than a drizzle.

Isn't it self-defeating to share with him to show off?

Feng Le suddenly stomped his feet in embarrassment and ran away like flying, "Mmm, I'm leaving, bye."

"Hey, don't go!" Lin Chaoyu looked at Feng Le's back reluctantly.

Alas, in fact, the feeling of winning the competition by myself is different from watching Feng Le win the competition.

Why is it different?That is probably the difference between the parties and their families, right?
It was a bit cold in Yuncheng in November. As soon as Feng Le felt the coldness, he immediately put on a pair of thermal pants. It's warm.

It's important to save your life, it's important to save your life.

Feng Le was humming a ditty tune while watering the vegetables planted in front of the door.

Looking at the plump and lovely red tomatoes, Feng Le felt elated. The tomatoes, which were not very ripe, grew bright red today after being watered by a round of spiritual spring water yesterday.

Feng Le reached out and picked a few tomatoes. After washing them, he ate them in one bite. The rustling, sweet and sour taste was not much better than the tomatoes grown by other peoples on the market.

Feng Le took one mouthful after another, unable to stop.

"Bang bang bang." The iron door was knocked, and Feng Le asked clearly, "Who is it?"

Zhang Wencheng's voice immediately sounded outside the door.

"Sister Lele, it's me, it's me!!"

Feng Le sighed, since Zhang Wencheng came to her to play a game last time, it was out of control.

Even Chen Xue had secretly told Feng Le not to let Zhang Wencheng play too many games.

Feng Le opened the door, blocked the door with his body, and prevented Zhang Wencheng from entering: "Chengcheng, you can't be addicted to games like this..."

"Oh, no." Zhang Wencheng quickly shook his head, "Sister Lele, something happened to the little fat man!"

"He, what happened to him?" Feng Le was confused and asked inexplicably.

"Could it be that he harmed his grandfather's other flowers?" Feng Le could only think of this reason.

Feng Le couldn't help but sighed, how could these children have trouble with these flowers and plants? You saw that they accidentally broke it, and then came to her in a hurry to fix it.

"No, no." Zhang Wencheng shook his head, with a serious face, and quickly said, "It's his grandfather who found out that Xiaopang killed the potted flower last time."

"Find what happened last time?"

It's been so long, why did you only find out now?

"How did he find out?" Feng Le asked puzzled.

"Little girl, how do you think I found out?" Suddenly, an old voice appeared, and Feng Le was startled.

It turned out to be an old man with gray hair. He looked at Feng Le cheerfully with his hands behind his back, and he stretched out his hands to see a fat man with low eyebrows and pleasing eyes.

Seeing Feng Le, the little fat man quickly raised his head and winked at Feng Le, as if he wanted to deliver some news.

But forgive Feng Le for not being knowledgeable enough to see anything from his chubby little face.

"You are?" Feng Le slowly stood up straight, looked at the old man and guessed, this should be the grandfather that the little fat man said.

But why did the old man come to her house all of a sudden?
Feng Le turned his head to look at Zhang Wencheng, who shrugged his shoulders, and looked at Feng Le helplessly: "I wanted to tell you just now, Xiaopang's grandfather came to see you."

Feng Le: "..."

"I am Xiao Peng's grandfather." The old man smiled kindly.

Xiao Peng is Zhang Wencheng's classmate Xiaopang.

"Grandpa Xiao, please come in." Feng Le turned sideways, invited people into the house, poured everyone a glass of water, and Feng Le couldn't help asking.

"Grandpa Xiao, why did you come to my place?" Feng Le asked puzzled.

Grandpa Xiao smiled cheerfully, and reached out to pat the funny grandson beside him.

"Before this kid, I knew that my grandson was mischievous, and all the flowers and plants I planted died at his hands."

"So you know that?"

Xiaopang said with a look of surprise, and Zhang Wencheng and Feng Le beside him were equally shocked.

"Of course I know." Grandpa Xiao nodded.

Is there anything at home that he doesn't know?

I don't usually talk about it, it's just for fun to see the little grandson pretending to be.

"Then, that potted flower from last time, even the tree from last month..." Xiaopang asked tremblingly.

Grandpa Xiao had a clear expression on his face, "I know it all, and I also know that you secretly moved my other potted flower and tree back to replace it."

He is not blind, and he can still distinguish roses from peonies, birds of paradise from turtle leaves.

Feng Le looked at Xiaopang's appearance of being hit by a bolt from the blue, and wanted to laugh.

Since the old man knows flowers, Grandpa Xiao must have discovered the potted flowers they replanted last time.

But why didn't I pretend not to see it this time?

Xiao Peng has destroyed so many potted flowers, so this one is not bad, right?
Feng Le could only think that it was because of himself.

"Then why did you come to me, Grandpa Xiao, what is it?" Feng Le asked.

"I came because I knew from Xiao Peng that it was you who planted the flowers for him, so that's why I came to the door." Grandpa Xiao really came to the door because of this.

Then he pretended to be mysterious and asked Feng Le.

"Do you know where I found out that this flower is wrong?"

Feng Le pondered: "Could it be because of the different varieties of flowers?"

Just like when Grandpa Xiao found out that Xiaopang had changed the flowers a few times ago.

(End of this chapter)