When the fast-wearing boss got the female supporting script

The old professor smiled and looked at the female student who was scratching her head and head anxiously, with helplessness on her face.

Although this question is simple, simple questions often best reflect a person's literary quality.

I should have known this when I was in middle school, alas! Which students today...

Mr. Zhang shook his head helplessly, picked up the pen and prepared to make a mark on the roster.

"The crown is thirty, the boy is forty-two, that is, the seventy-two sages of Confucius."

Suddenly, a clear and pleasant female voice echoed in the slightly quiet classroom.

At that time, the classroom was silent, and many people who were in a trance were shocked back to their senses by the sound.

Mu Ying's eyes turned red with excitement, and the eyes he looked at the speaker were so bright that they could burn people.

"What proof?"

""The Analects of Confucius: Advanced Chapter" says: There are five or six people who are crowned, and six or seven who are young."

"Not bad." A look of satisfaction appeared on the old professor's face, and he said with rare admiration.

"How does the great writer Han Yu comment on Ma Sui's ancestors and grandson?"

He asked again immediately, with a slight hint of making things difficult in his heart.

The person speaking was none other than Luo Shui. She raised her eyebrows and smiled broadly in her eyes.

This old man is so cunning. If she hadn't been really rich, she wouldn't have been able to answer this question.

She pretended to ponder for a long time, her brows furrowed slightly, and her face showed just the right amount of confusion.

Those pure and clear eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of fog, shallow and heavy, making it difficult to see clearly.

There was a look of disappointment and pride on the old professor's face.

"Ma Sui is like a high mountain, forest and giant valley, where dragons and tigers can change unpredictably, like a Jie Kui; Ma Chang is like a green bamboo and green parasol, where the luan and swans stop on the rugged terrain, and can protect his business; Ma Jizu is like a quiet and beautiful Juan, and a Yao is surrounded by Yu Er. , the orchid sprouts its buds, and is called home.”

When the light in the old professor's eyes completely dimmed, Luo Shui slowly spoke, his lowered eyes covering his hidden cunning.

"Oh...then you know..."

"Old man Zhang, please have a good day. Didn't you say you only want to ask one question? Even if you continue to ask, Luo Shui won't answer."

Before the old professor could finish speaking, Mu Ying interrupted his question with a displeased look on his face.

This neighbor's old man is really serious. Didn't he burn his beard once when he was a child? As for remembering it till now?

Every time I go to class, I feel like I'm being targeted by this old man. How stingy!

She looked at the podium with disdain and muttered to herself.

"Are you okay?"

Luo Shui looked at Mu Ying's twisted face without knowing why, and gently tugged on her sleeve.

That expression was too terrifying and cruel, as if the old professor on the stage was the enemy who killed his father.

Isn't it? she thought uncertainly.

Mu Ying withdrew his eyes from the podium. When his eyes touched Luo Shui, they instantly became bright, as if the sky was filled with sparks.

The look in his eyes made Luo Shui tremble, and goosebumps appeared on his body.

"As expected of the talented girl who is number one in her grade, she is amazing."

Mu Ying opened his clear eyes and said in admiration, and raised his thumb while speaking.

Hearing this, Luo Shui looked down at the book calmly.

Talented woman?

Hey, I'm afraid he's just a nerd with no knowledge of interests!

The gossip in this world is always too vicious.

During her long years in Fengling, she had seen people destroyed by rumors more than once.

Those pairs of desperate and helpless eyes, the pale and thin hands of those people...the hilltops buried in corpses.

People's mouths make gold, but accumulation of destruction cuts away the bones.

But she was never afraid. If her heart was indestructible, why should she be afraid of wind and rain?