[69 Book Bar-www.] "Tick-tock-tick-" the clock next to the TV screamed uneasily. It is currently 8:30 p.m. Beijing time...

"Quite..." The four female pigs, who had eaten and drank enough, burped and sat on the poor, unloved sofa in an extremely inelegant posture.

"Chen Keyu, can you please pay attention to your image?" The speaker was Miss Mia Xun, and Miya Xun frowned and looked at Chen Keyu with disdain.

"o(︶︿︶)o Alas, Yaxun, what you said is in vain. A person never has an image to speak of." Li Shangxian chuckled and stared at Chen Jieyu with meaningful eyes.

Yi Yeyan continued her essential task every night - gnawing cucumbers. It was nicknamed the "Yiren Plan", but in fact it was just for the purpose of marrying a rich husband in the future. "Yeah, yeah, I agree. Click, click, click.

Crack, click, click." Yi Yeyan bit into that poor cucumber, and the noise she made was indeed a bit scary.

"What, you are not the same." Chen Queyu waved the pig's trotters fearlessly. (Chen Queyu: Damn Yu, what did you say? Yu: I didn't say anything. I said the weather today is very good. ←

Dear friends, please don’t learn from these sick sentences that are obviously riddled with holes.)

There is an eight o'clock TV series on TV. It tells the story of a silly-looking country bumpkin girl who happened to be lucky enough to enter an aristocratic school. She accidentally fell and knocked down the handsome school boy, and she became that college girl.

public enemy.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk! It's such a cliche plot." Li Shangxian touched his chin like a fortune teller over fifty years old and said disdainfully.

The three of them all nodded in agreement. Would this kind of plot happen once in romance novels or idol dramas? But in real life, that girl would be so stupid and so lucky that she would knock down the handsome guy with just one pounce. (Yu laughs slyly.

A few times, oh ho ho ho...)

"Little rabbit, be good, open the door. Wait a minute, I'll come, wait a minute, I'll come, don't call anymore -" A shocking, weeping ringtone suddenly rang, and the four girls were pulled from the sofa.

It was thundered up and down.

As soon as they left the string, Miya Xun and Yi Yeyan's eyes were tacitly focused on Chen Jieyu. Chen Jieyu seemed to have expected that something like Jiang Zi would happen, and quickly took out his pink Oppo and shook his hand obediently: "No.

I, I don’t use such idiotic ringtones.”

"Since it's not me -" Chen Juyu pouted, "then -"

"Who is it again???????!!!!!" the powerful sopranos of the four girls echoed in the house.

It's the doorbell!

After ten full minutes, Li Shangxian finally came to a conclusion.

"Eh, who are you?" Li Shangxian looked at the person in front of him in confusion, a pretty little girl, Xiao Xiaoxiao, who was not wearing school uniform and dressed casually.

"..." All three of them were speechless.

"..." Xiao Xiaoxiao froze there speechlessly.

"Sister, why do you have a worse memory than me?" Chen Jieyu said with admiration on his face.

"Well, I can't help it. If you ask me to memorize the "Disciple Rules", "The Analects of Confucius" and "Tao Te Ching", I will know it after reading it once. Unfortunately, I can't remember anything else." Li Shangxian touched the back of his head with a frank look on his face.

"Sweat." Xiao Xiaoxiao was speechless.

"Kung sweat." Yi Yeyan was speechless.

"Waterfall sweat." Chen Queyu answered.

When Mia Xun arrived, it was not as simple as being speechless. The two girls and Xiao Xiaoxiao seemed to know not to give face to Mia Xun, so they both looked at her with certain, sure and affirmative eyes. Three black lines flowed down the river.

Next: "Genghis Khan." A total of indifference.

But the three of them were moved to tears, and Mia Xun finally cooperated!

"..." Li Shangxian and Miya Xun were speechless. Which play is this being played in?

"Let's go. I'll take you to Mandrill." Xiao Xiaoxiao waved his hand, and four millimeters followed him, forming a look like "a strong man once gone, never to return." (**: Don't get me wrong, author.

Son of a man, we have to come back to sleep!)

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Whoops, the final exam is over. Finally, the last dawn has passed. To be honest, junior high school life is a bit boring in between fullness, and a bit busy in the midst of boredom. In view of this situation, Yu began to write "Four Young Masters"

. I stopped for a few weeks because the final exam was approaching. My family and teachers seemed to take it very seriously, and Yu herself didn’t like to admit defeat. In addition, everyone in the class had extraordinary grades and was ranked first in the grade.

, if you don’t work hard, you will naturally be eliminated in this world where the jungle prevails.

Chinese 98 (Oh, live, live, live, of course, the whole class is Chinese No. 1. Don’t flatter me, I’m afraid of pain!)

Mathematics 100 (I never thought that I, Liang Luo, could get a 100 in my lifetime~ For a person who always gets unjust points deducted in mathematics~)

Politics 96 (Tsk, tsk, you worked very hard.)

English 96 (I am already worried about the missing question that scored five points in speaking.)

Of course, if we only count these four subjects, I would be third in the grade. If we count eight subjects, well, it’s terrible.

Just try your best, and things will pass. Just don’t work hard. I would like to say to everyone who is not very satisfied with your test results, failure is a thing, not a person. Always put something that you don’t want to accept in front of you.

In my heart, it was very painful.

It's winter vacation, Yu is working very hard. I update at least four to five times a day. I hope you will support me a lot.
Chapter completed!