After Fang Chang'an sat down, he took out an English book and memorized the words. Shen Mo and Wang Ke didn't talk much. One continued to sort out the wrong questions, and the other took out the test paper to sort out the wrong questions.

While sorting out the wrong questions, Shen Mo turned around to look at Fang Chang'an from time to time. Seeing that he was memorizing the words very seriously, he had no intention of asking himself how he would go home with his class teacher at noon.

She began to look forward to what Fang Chang'an would ask herself in the afternoon, and what expression would she look like after learning about her relationship with her aunt... As a result, she came to the school early with great enthusiasm, but she didn't care at all, and couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

She was holding a pen and writing and drawing on the draft paper, a little absent-minded. At this moment, she felt that her arm was poked. She turned her head and looked over. Fang Chang'an handed over a homework book, which was still written from the last page.

Below the raised thumbs is a line of elegant running script: "How could you go home with Teacher Cheng?"

The little girl looked at the handwriting on the homework book, then looked up at Fang Chang'an. The corners of her mouth were bent, and she was a little proud. She tried hard to hide it. The joy was still rising from the corners of her mouth, and her bright eyes filled with light. She lowered her head and wrote two words seriously on the homework book, and pushed them back to Fang Chang'an.

"you guess"

Fang Chang'an glanced at him, and the little girl smiled sweetly at him, her left cheek was shallow and very cute.

Fang Chang'an wrote another line of words and went back: "Guess me or not?"

Shen Moheng glanced at him and wrote angrily: "Guess me or not?"

Fang Changan also looked at her and continued to write: "Guess me or not, guess?"

Shen Mo continued to glar at him and continued to write without consent. The more he thought about it, the slower he was. On the one hand, he was a little confused. On the other hand, the more he wrote, the more he felt that the guessing word was not like a word. He always felt that he had written it wrong. Looking back at the previous guessing word, he felt that he had written it wrong.

Seeing that she stopped writing, Fang Changan couldn't help laughing. Shen Mo heard it and looked at him angrily. He couldn't help laughing, and lowered his head and wrote in another line: "She is my aunt."

Fang Changan didn't wait for her to hand over the notebook, but came over to see it directly. Shen Mo did not avoid it and looked at his expression with great anticipation.

"It's time to show your true acting skills!"

Fang Chang'an secretly encouraged himself in his heart, showing a somewhat shocked expression. Seeing that he was indeed surprised, Shen Mo smiled proudly, stopped talking, and continued to write on the notebook: "I didn't want to lie to you, but you didn't ask me."

Fang Changan looked at what she wrote, thought about it again, as if he was digesting this fact, then picked up his pen and wrote: "It's not a fraud, I just didn't take the initiative to inform you."

The little girl carefully observed his expression and wrote: "Then aren't you angry, are you?"

Fang Chang'an smiled at her and wrote: "I'm not angry, but I'm really a little surprised."

Shen Mo stared at him again, confirming that he was not lying to him, and smiled sweetly again. Fang Changan also smiled, put away the notebook and continued to memorize the words silently.

A few minutes later, he was stabbed in his arm. Turning his head, Shen Mo asked in a low voice: "What are you doing at noon?"

"Go to my uncle's house for dinner."

Shen Mo had already learned from his aunt that Fang Chang'an's uncle was a learning teacher and asked: "Who are those two girls?"

"They are all from our village, and the same surname as me, one of them is my niece."

"Niece?" The little girl's eyes flashed with a very magical expression.

"Well, I call her dad brother, so she has to call me uncle."

"Wow!"

Shen Mo exclaimed, "Then does she usually call you uncle?"

"Uh, if you don't shout, she will call me my name."

Shen Mo smiled secretly again, "I won't shout if it's me."

"Then what are you calling?"

"Fang Chang'an."

Seeing that the two of them were talking secretly again, Wang Ke pouted and lowered his head to continue doing his homework, he thought to himself: "You guys say it, keep talking, I will study hard, and I will surpass you two in the next exam!"

In the afternoon, the first and second sections of biology, the teachers are relatively young. The biology teacher is a woman in her thirties. She reads the text according to her script. She is in her 20s in the geography exam and has her shiny hair. She looks quite trendy and is also taught according to the textbook.

"It's better to see it myself."

Fang Changan was too lazy to listen, and he was memorizing and memorizing by himself, so he was more efficient.

"Fang Chang'an."

Fang Chang'an compared the textbook to deepen his impression of the Panama Canal and the Suez Canal. Suddenly, he heard the teacher calling his name, raised his head and looked at it, quickly reacted, and stood up.

I thought the teacher would repeat the question, but the guy looked at himself with his shiny hair and didn't repeat the question at all.

"You don't say what to ask, how do I know the answer?"

Fang Chang'an secretly complained that he was not like a student of this age who was asked a question and didn't even dare to say "I don't know". Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly heard Shen Mo murmur in a low voice: "Mental thread!"

Fang Chang'an instantly understood, looked up at the map of the earth drawn on the blackboard, showed a slightly thoughtful expression, and replied: "Medite Line."

"good!"

The young geography teacher nodded, "It's a meridian, sit down, don't always lower your head."

"Okay teacher, I understand."

Fang Chang'an sat down again, sat upright, and while the teacher was drawing something on the blackboard, he took the homework book and drew a few strokes, and pushed it to Shen Mo.

Shen Mo also sat upright, glanced at the homework book, and saw a strange simple little man bent down at him ninety degrees, with a line of words written vertically next to him: "Bow and thank Shen Mo for saving his life!"

This is a very common expression picture in later generations, but at that time, the words attached were mostly "lowering your head to the boss". Shen Mo had never seen it. It was very strange and found it interesting. He couldn't help but smile, then raised his face, and wrote to him with a pen: "Listen to the class!"

Fang Chang'an drew a saluting villain again. The little girl smiled and did not reply again. She was certified to listen to the class.

"Dingling"

The bell rang and the teacher said "Second get out of class" on it. Fang Chang'an took the lead and stood up and shouted together: "Old! Teacher! Goodbye!"

Then he stretched his waist and sat down again. Shen Mo had already come over and asked curiously: "You can draw?"

"No."

"How did you draw it?"

She pointed to the two expressions that Fang Chang'an had just drawn, and Fang Chang'an said: "This is a doodle, it's not considered good at painting."

Shen Mo said: "This is also very powerful, I wouldn't draw like this."

"What would you draw?"

Shen Mo thought about it, took a pencil and drew it carefully on the notebook. Fang Changan looked next to her and smelled the faint milky fragrance on her body.

She drew it very slowly, but the outline quickly appeared. It was a rose with smooth and delicate lines. Fang Chang'an didn't know what it belonged to, and praised: "Your drawing is much better than mine!"

Shen Mo pointed to the lines on the edge of the flower and said embarrassedly: "The painting here is not very good, it's a bit crooked."

Fang Chang'an looked at it carefully, "It's not crooked, you can't ask for every rose, right? There are no two identical leaves in this world, and the same is true for flowers."

Shen Mo looked up at him and said nothing.

Fang Changanqi said: "Is what I said unreasonable?"

“It makes sense.”

The little girl flattened her mouth, "But I painted roses."

"Well……"

Fang Changan was stunned for a moment, then looked down at the painting carefully, "So the rose looks like this? I have never seen it before. I thought that as long as it is a flower, it is a rose. Don't laugh at me."

The little girl blinked, "Doesn't there be roses in your school?"

"No, our primary school has no flowers at all, only weeds."
Chapter completed!