My wife is pure and pure

Today's Yan Jue doesn't seem to be as energetic as in the past. There is an indelible tiredness hidden on his meticulous and serious white face, but he doesn't have the refreshing and tender feeling after being released overnight.

It shouldn't be the look on the face after a nice comfortable and moderate fingertip movement.

Luo Mingyu then thought of the embarrassing and embarrassing experience of her sister during the May Day holiday.

Luo Mingyu never forgot the girl with her frigid style who had peach blossoms on her cheeks the next day.

It was really beautiful and full of flavor and charm, just like the most beautiful moment when a flower blooms.

But Yan Jue didn't feel this way at all.

Although she used to be self-disciplined like an ascetic monk, the tasks assigned to herself every day made many students who are also hardworking students shake their heads.

And now this feeling is even more obvious.

[Hiss~ Hey, tell me, is my little deskmate the guy who punched me last night? 】

For things that Luo Mingyu can't figure out on her own, she always seeks outside assistance to expand her thinking.

And the female voice in her head that opened her mouth and panted like a refined fire hydrant was the best and only choice.

After all, no one would believe Luo Mingyu's experiences.

Even the parents and sisters at home would not believe it, they would only think that the child was a little mentally ill.

Then sent to a psychiatric hospital for psychological treatment.

[Well... I think the possibility is quite high. After all, she doesn't look like she has much experience. If she is not self-satisfied because she is not skilled enough, it is normal to appear tired and depressed. 】

【It makes sense. 】

Luo Mingyu agreed with this guy's statement. This time, what she said was well-founded, so it was hard not to agree.

But anyway, there is still time, so Luo Mingyu decided not to waste this one and only chance just to be on the safe side, so he decided to wait and see how the other people are doing.

Han Zitong is in the next class, so I can't see her for the time being, she should come over to give you an umbrella in a while, don't worry, but Zhuang Mengmeng, she won't enter the classroom at all until the bell rings.

This time Luo Mingyu was completely blocked from what she could do now.

So she could only take out the math papers that she didn't write a few pens yesterday, and Aunt Bai made a new rule that her homework would be collected and corrected every day.

It's the same even if it's just an ordinary practice paper.

The weight is not much at all, if it is copied, a few minutes is enough.

"~Let me take a look at yesterday's math homework."

Luo Mingyu knocked on the table, twisted her body and said so to the female voice at the back table.

She is Zhuang Mengmeng's deskmate and a member of the same study group as Luo Mingyu.

She is a girl who loves to study, and besides Zhuang Mengmeng, Luo Mingyu is also a stable copy of homework.

The main reason is that her handwriting is very beautiful, and it is particularly pleasing to the eye when copying.

"Here, help me hand it in later."

"I understand the old rules~"

Chapter 190 Three Casting Materials... Pants?

Luo Mingyu quickly copied the homework she had copied and handed it to Yan Jue next to her along with the original copy.

She has been helping with homework before, but now she is the representative of the mathematics class, which is even more legitimate.

Yan Jue looked up at Luo Mingyu, nodded, accepted them without saying anything, and stuffed them into a stack of papers next to him.

This time, she seems to have forgotten to store Luo Mingyu's and the original papers separately. Although Luo Mingyu made some changes in some formulas, if you observe and study carefully, you can still see the similarities between the two papers. place.

In particular, the teacher's eyes were opened like a torch.

But Bai Yan's words are because she just came to teach and she is a pure white newcomer, so Luo Mingyu is not worried about it.

Even though she is so slick and good at observing words and expressions, her understanding of herself is currently only limited to superficial contact.

She probably hasn't figured out Luo Mingyu's true nature yet.

At this stage, Luo Mingyu believes that she has definitely not been seen through.

After all, the opportunities for real contact have always been relatively limited, and the time the two spend alone together is so short that it is difficult for any sparks or splashes to arise from friction.

There is no time to talk about homework later, Luo Mingyu is more concerned about Yan Jue now.

She didn't give a good student's instruction like "should not copy homework, but review carefully" as usual.

This is quite rare, although Luo Mingyu is not a person who will be easily persuaded, but suddenly without the words that always ring in her ears, she still feels a little uncomfortable.

She will only be easily put into sleep, the kind of docile sleep.

"You look a little distressed?"

Luo Mingyu looked at the little tablemate who was not quite right and finally asked such words out of his mouth.

And I wondered if this girl also had a good friend, but thinking about her previous date carefully, it was obviously not.

Luo Mingyu can roughly grasp the menstrual dates of the beautiful ladies around her.

After getting along for a long time, with a little attention, it is not difficult.

"Huh? Ah, I'm fine."

Yan Jue looked at Luo Mingyu who was approaching, and suddenly shook his head a little embarrassedly to deny her guess, and then continued to look at the English book in front of him pretending to be calm.

And it is extremely rare to use the posture of supporting the chin with one hand to hide the profile of his face under the palm of his hand.

She has always been able to walk upright and sit upright, not even Erlang's legs turned up.

It's like a primary school student who strictly obeys the teacher's instructions.

Such a posture was obviously hiding her expression at this time or the sudden embarrassment that she didn't know why.

Does she seem afraid to look at me?

Yan Jue's abnormal behavior made Luo Mingyu more confident, and she was almost sure that she was the person he was looking for today.

Just when Luo Mingyu wanted to go further and have a good chat with Yan Jue from the side, the bell for the start of self-study suddenly rang.

Listening to the melodious music that was so familiar that it was almost imprinted in the DNA, Luo Mingyu also saw a girl walking towards the door of the classroom stepping on the bell.

She is short in stature, with short hair at the ears, big eyes and double eyelids. She is a cute, cute and soft girl as her name suggests.

In other words, it is not impossible to be like a human being.

Zhuang Mengmeng walked into the classroom with calm steps that would kill Yao's mother.

Sitting in my seat, there is no head teacher on today's podium to organize discipline and watch the students study hard.

He seemed to be busy with something, so he didn't come over. As a class teacher, he always had all kinds of trivial things to deal with.

Anyway, no matter what he wants to be busy with, no one will care about him.

After all, a middle-aged greasy old man really doesn't have any competitiveness in today's age where everyone looks like a dog.

Even more so with students.

"Did you watch Mengmeng's variety show yesterday?"

When the class teacher was not around, Luo Mingyu twisted her body unscrupulously to chat with Zhuang Mengmeng behind her.

This topic is meaningless, mainly because Luo Mingyu wants to see how Zhuang Mengmeng's attitude towards her has changed today.

After all, it was the second day after she wanted to get a drop of blood from her to repay her.

Or more or less, there will be a little unnatural state in speech and expression.

Zhuang Mengmeng's words should be the same. Her psychological quality is not so tenacious, and her performance when she is guilty and shy is also obvious.

She and Luo Mingyu usually walked very close, and this observation and understanding of Luo Mingyu is still necessary.

but.

"I watched it! I must watch it every week. Last night I hid under the bed and stayed up late watching it. Do you think I have dark circles today?"

When Zhuang Mengmeng heard this topic, she suddenly regained her spirits. She didn't even take the textbooks for her morning self-study, and just lay down on the table.

Putting his chest on the table, he lay on his stomach with his hands on his arms and looked at Luo Mingyu in front of him.

Tilting his head sideways, he talked to her about various things in that show.

Luo Mingyu didn't listen carefully to what she said, but just judging from Zhuang Mengmeng's speech expression and smooth conversation at this moment.

It is unlikely that it was her.

Zhuang Mengmeng should not have such a strong psychological quality or such a thick skin.

Since it's not her...

Luo Mingyu sneaked a glance at Yan Jue who continued to study while keeping his posture unchanged, and chatted casually with Zhuang Mengmeng.

"Then how did you sleep last night, weren't you sleepy?"

"I slept pretty well. Although I always felt like there were mosquitoes flying around my ears, I slept soundly without biting me."

Zhuang Mengmeng's words didn't mean what he said, but the listener wanted to, no matter whether it was in Luo Mingyu's ears or Yan Jue's, ripples began to appear in layers.

Luo Mingyu noticed that Yan Jue's ears began to turn red.

He stared intently at the English book in front of him, as if he hadn't heard anything that he shouldn't have heard.

That is, the way these two ears didn't hear anything outside the window made Luo Mingyu more sure that that guy was definitely his honest little deskmate.

But I really didn't see that she still has this hobby.

While Luo Mingyu was feeling in her heart that people should not be judged by appearances, she also felt a little uneasy. She really couldn't stand another 'Han Zitong'.

The main reason is that she is worried that one day she will suddenly awaken an unusual and strange ability.

And her exclusive mission 'Shell' Luo Mingyu still hasn't forgotten at this time.

She really wanted to see what the reward would be when she was done.

But unfortunately, there is no clue at all.

【Ah, come to think of it, the pants I returned yesterday could not be her spell-casting materials, right?】