Buddhist small green plum

Chapter 157

Qingran didn't know how her brother spent the night, but thinking about having Xie Ying'an with him, he probably wouldn't be so scared.

When I went to school the next morning, the rain outside still didn't stop. There were thunderstorms and thunderstorms. After Li's father went to the company, he specially asked the driver to come back to take them to school.

Now Qingran didn't want to wait for her brother.

When Li Qingmo went downstairs with two dark circles under his eyes, Qingran and Xie Ying'an had been waiting for him downstairs for ten minutes.

Li Qingmo rolled his eyes at Xie Ying'an, stretched out his thumb and fell down again.

This action was a bit indecent, Qing Ran secretly glanced at Xie Ying'an, Xie Ying'an didn't care about Li Qingmo's action.

Li Qingmo ignored Qingran's urging, and sat at the dining table to eat breakfast in a leisurely manner, neither in a hurry nor in a hurry.

Qingran looked at his dark circles for a long time, and then asked Xie Ying'an in a low voice: "My brother won't play games again yesterday, will he?"

After all, dark circles are comparable to national treasures.

"No," Xie Ying'an curled the corner of her lower lip, with a bit of glee in her smile: "He's just afraid of thunder."

It is impossible for Xie Ying'an to tell Qingran that yesterday Li Qingmo thought they were all gone, and was so frightened by the thunder that he was wrapped in the quilt and screamed. When the thunder finally stopped, Li Qingmo stuck his head out of the quilt and saw a When there is a dark shadow, it screams louder than when it is afraid of thunder.

Xie Ying'an ignored him and let him shiver in the corner of the bed until late at night.

Qingran looked skeptical, her brother could fall asleep even if he was accompanied by someone, why would there be such heavy dark circles under his eyes?
Even with a driver, they were almost late when they arrived at school. Fortunately, it is raining and there is no way to raise the national flag, otherwise they will be late.

Even if there is a competition in physics, it is not all they have to learn.

In the last week before the competition, both Teacher Xiaoqin and Professor Yan went back after teaching.

Now that Huang Qianyu and her little sisters were so busy studying, they didn't have time to find Wen Shiyi, and Liang Fan was rarely seen at the door of Class [-] classroom these days.

Old Wu didn't have time to instill chicken soup in them during this time, so it would be better to let them do one more question if they have 2 more minutes.

Because the grades at the end of the semester are related to the third grade of high school, except for the few classes that are hanging around, few students pay attention to it.

Self-motivated students in other classes want to be assigned to a good class, because a good class has a good learning atmosphere, and under the influence of a good learning atmosphere, they can also unconsciously devote themselves to learning.

No matter how bad it is, there are many masters in a good class, and when they don't know how to do the questions, they can occasionally ask the masters for advice, killing two birds with one stone.

Not to mention others, even Song Er Shizu wanted to be assigned to a good class.

During lunch time, Song Shize sat in the cafeteria with a toothpick in his mouth and asked Ma Qingsheng and Wu Zixian to give him advice.

It is said that the three cobblers are the best Zhuge Liang, but after thinking about it for a long time, they still don't know how to assign Ze Ge to Class [-] of the third year of high school.

After spending too much time thinking, Ma Qing came up with an almost desperate idea: "Brother Ze, I think there are only two ways for you to be assigned to the same class."

Song Shize became a little interested, and leaned over his head: "Let's hear it?"

Those who sat close to them thought that Song Er Shizu was holding back something, fearing that it would harm the fish in the pond, so he didn't dare to eat any of them, so he ran away with the plate.

Wu Zixian felt ashamed, and buried himself in the food, even this was wrong. Song Shize slapped him on the head and said, "Hungry ghost reincarnated, you!"

Wu Zixian covered his head aggrievedly and dared not speak.

Ma Qing was afraid that the next pia would be his head, so he didn't care whether the idea was bad or not, so he said with a shy smile, "Brother Ze, the first idea is to let your old man talk to the school..."

Seeing Song Shize's complexion getting longer and longer, Ma Qingsheng realized that this idea is 100% unworkable, and hastily said another one: "The other one is to improve your grades in this final exam, and you will naturally be assigned to a good class."

clap clap clap!
Song Shize patted his head three times, and while piaing, he pouted the toothpick that had been in his mouth for a long time: "It's all nonsense!"

Wu Zixian would be extremely thankful that he didn't come up with a bad idea, and was only pia'd. If he had a bad idea, he would probably end up like Ma Qingsheng.

"Why is this?" Li Qingmo paused as he passed their table with a plate.

Wu Zixian grinned and called "Brother Mo", and gave up his seat to Li Qingmo.

Li Qingmo was also polite, put the dinner plate on the table, and sat beside Song Shize to watch the show: "Go on!"

Song Shize's eyes fell on Li Qingmo's eyes, and he grinned badly: "What happened to your eyes? You were beaten?"

Li Qingmo knew that she had dark circles under her eyes. Because of the dark circles, she was still suspected by Sun Ningzhi for a long time today. Sun Ningzhi just suspected that he played games with a trumpet all night yesterday.

Just kidding, the ghost knows that he was almost scared to pee by Xie Yingan's shit last night.

When he accused Xie Yingan of immoral behavior in the morning, Xie Yingan actually smiled coldly, saying that it was just a small punishment for him to sleep without clothes.

Depend on!There are ten thousand dogs in my heart.

When did he go to sleep without clothes?Aren't you wearing a pair of boxer briefs?
Maybe Xie Ying'an is just jealous of his good figure.

Did the two have a friendship with fighting together? Song Shize added slowly: "Who bullied you? Tell me, brother, I will vent your anger on you."

"What are you talking about? Who are you with?" Li Qingmo took a big mouthful of rice, he still wanted to save face in front of Song Shize, and immediately panicked: "Who can bully me, just playing games all night last night?"

Song Shize was a little excited when he heard the words: "Why don't you take me to play games all night? I play games every day at least until the early morning."

You are so proud.

Ma Qingsheng twitched the corners of his mouth. This guy doesn't remember to eat or beat, and the scumbag who wants to study hard but can't learn is more or less in awe of the bully. He flattered Li Qingmo: "Brother Mo is so good, Playing games all night can still get you in the top ten of your grade."

That's the top ten in the grade, the top hundred in the grade alone is a height that they can't reach in their lifetime, let alone the top ten in the grade.

Li Qingmo let out a "huh-hum", lowered his head and continued to eat, leaving the topic alone.

Then he asked casually, "What were you talking about just now?"

Song Shize didn't want to answer that embarrassing topic, so he simply didn't speak.

Wu Zixian had great eyesight, and he didn't speak when he saw this, but just buried himself in his meal.

Ma Qingsheng was afraid that Brother Ze would say that he was reincarnated from starvation and did not dare to put his head down to cook food. When Brother Mo asked a question, he hurriedly replied: "Oh, Brother Mo, we were just discussing how Brother Ze could be assigned to the first class at the beginning of school... ..."

Two more bangs!

Song Shize slapped the table angrily: "You can't stop your mouth if you have something to eat, can you?!"

woo woo woo...

Ma Qingsheng burst into tears in his heart.

It is not right to speak, and it is not right not to speak;

It is wrong to eat, and it is wrong not to eat;

It's too difficult to hang out with Brother Ze.

When Song Shize slapped the table, some people who were closer to their table ran away. Just kidding, Song Ershizu alone is difficult enough, not to mention joining a school bully, it is simply an invincible team.

"Heh!" Li Qingmo sneered, and cast a displeased glance at Song Shize: "Why do you want to go to class one again?"

Song Shize spoke boldly: "Of course it's for studying hard, and getting a good score in the college entrance examination will make old man Song look good."

Wu Zixian and Ma Qingsheng, who were buried in their meals, glanced at each other, and saw from each other's eyes: Brother Ze really dares to brag!

Li Qingmo didn't buy Song Shize's account at all.

"Pull it down!" he said, and looked at Song Shize with probing eyes, with a clear warning: "I tell you, if you dare to pester Li Qingran again, don't blame me for not being brotherly."

"How is it possible!?" Song Shize violated his conscience and patted his fleshless chest: "I have a girlfriend."

It's a pity that the seeds of doubt have already been planted in Li Qingmo's heart.

(End of this chapter)