Putting all the chores behind him and calming down, Mu Qingyun calmly took out the math test paper and took a few pens to write the questions.
It was better to seize the time and save her precarious brain first.
If she wants this plot to end quickly, the first step is for her to run towards the top spot in the college entrance examination. At this point, she can only do her best.
She originally thought that her hope was slim, but as soon as she really devoted herself to studying, Mu Qingyun found that it was completely different from before. She actually instantly entered a state of forgetting both things and myself.
At this moment, she didn't feel like she was studying, but rather tasting the delicious food cooked by the chef.
Mathematics and other sciences are like chewing steak or ribs, which are fragrant and a bit strenuous.
As for the liberal arts, it's like Sixi meatballs and braised pork, which are fragrant and glutinous and delicious and melt in your mouth.
No matter how difficult the problem is, no matter how difficult the obstacle is, the more time and effort it takes to climb, the more exciting Mu Qingyun feels.
The wonderful effect of God's reward for hard work really makes people burst into tears.
She used to be a scumbag who studied for more than twenty minutes and ran away like a fish in the desert. Now it's like she has a top-notch engine.
[Intelligence +0.001+0.001..., Spirit +0.001+0.001]
Visible to the naked eye, my intelligence and spirit are constantly increasing, and my brain seems to be clearer than before every minute.
I wonder if the plot is over, can 'God Rewards the Hardworking' stay?
Mu Qingyun doesn't like scripts, but he likes this system very much.
She wants to get into a very good university, find a very good job, make a lot of money, buy her own house, and live a happy life.
She still remembers that her grandparents were sick and she was the only one busy. But that time Mu Aizhen took her classmates to play, and her classmates misunderstood that she was the nanny at home. Mu Aizhen laughed like crazy and nodded. Grandpa and grandma were also there laughing.
Like what a funny joke this is!
Is it funny? She felt bad.
Everyone says that you see old age at the age of three. If Mu Aizhen is a white swan, then she, Mu Qingyun, is a toad, not even an ugly duckling. An ugly duckling can also turn into a swan, but she cannot.
It's rare to encounter a miracle, just in time for the holidays, but studying is more important.
Mu Qingyun took a deep breath and lay on the table trying to catch up on his homework.
The lights on the balcony were dim.
She could faintly hear Sun Xiaomei's angrily muttering outside, but she couldn't make out what she was saying. She must have said nothing good.
Not long after, her father Mu Siping seemed to have got off work and entered the living room to say a few words. Mu Qingyun heard his familiar footsteps. Sure enough, he came and knocked on the door soon.
Mu Siping looked helpless and hesitated to speak. He scratched his head and said with a bitter smile: "Ah Qing, please calm down and don't make trouble with your aunt and sister all day long. It's not easy for your aunt to treat you and your daughter." It doesn’t make any difference. If you look like this, hey... ok, it’s so late, let’s go cook quickly.”
Mu Qingyun sneered. Cooking has never been a chore for her, but it depends on whether she is willing or not.
"Dad, what you said is really nice. Don't say it again in the future. Now, let me tell you something."
He reached out and turned on the recording on his cell phone - "It's not worth it for you to be angry because of a fool like Mu Qingyun... She can't even go to college for that fool, and she will have to work hard in the future."
Through the phone, Sun Xiaomei's voice was sharp and harsh, becoming more and more mean.
Mu Siping was startled.
Mu Qingyun spread his hands: "But as you said, the college entrance examination is very important. It is important to Mu Aizhen and Mu Aibao, and it is also important to me. Aunt Sun, who treats me as her daughter, is like this. I still What can be done?”
"From today on, whatever the two of them do at home, I will do. If they don't do it, don't come to me."
"Also, tell Sun Xiaomei that if she doesn't want me to play these recordings to the neighbors in our community and the teachers and students of No. 1 Middle School, she should stop looking for trouble all day long."
After finishing his words, Mu Qingyun closed the door.
"puff!"
Maybe there was something really wrong with her. The things she had previously kept in her heart that she didn't dare to say now seemed to come out easily.
Mu Siping was stunned, his lips trembled, and he looked at Sun Xiaomei in disbelief.
Sun Xiaomei was so angry that her stomach hurt, and her face was green and gray. Seeing Mu Siping look at her like this, she became even more angry. She lowered her voice and said angrily: "What? I can't lose my temper! Is what I said wrong? Look at you What a good daughter! She is recording and making noises, and she still wants to compete with our A-Zhen and A-Bao!"
She felt resentful in her heart: She deserves it too!
Just based on Mu Qingyun's grades, it would be hard to guess which school he could get into.
Even so, Sun Xiaomei calmed down a bit.
She is quite concerned about face, especially the face of her children.
Mu Qingyun suddenly realized that as long as he could think about it, these people and things were actually very easy to deal with.
She had suffered a lot of frustration over the years, and most of it was self-inflicted.
If she continues her original life trajectory, she is likely to encounter one tragedy after another in her subsequent life, and ultimately become a joke.
She wasn't happy about it.
Soon, Mu Qingyun put all the unpleasant things behind him, but it was really annoying to stay at home all the time and dislike Mu Aizhen and the others.
The next day, she went out directly with her textbooks and made an appointment with Wang Mengmeng to do homework in the library.
The library is very close. Just walk out of the community gate and cross the crosswalk. It only takes ten minutes to get back and forth, which is very convenient.
When Mu Qingyun passed by, Wang Mengmeng was squatting in the direction of the novel reading area. When he saw her, he rushed over and tugged on her sleeve: "Look, Zhao Yang."
Mu Qingyun looked up when he heard this.
Sure enough, it was Zhao Yang, with thick eyebrows, big eyes, a high nose, and a clean face. He looks like the male protagonist in a school idol drama.
Particularly pleasing to the eye.
He was tutoring a classmate who also lived in the family home of No. 2 Middle School, named Zhang Lan.
After living in the same place for such a long time, it’s almost as if you don’t see each other when you look up and look down.
The weather has been cold recently, and it is hard to find a table in the library. After all, there are floor-to-ceiling windows with sycamore trees outside. The room is sunny, brightly lit, and heated.
The hot water supply is sufficient and the air is fresh.
Now it was Zhao Yang and the two of them who occupied a four-person table, and no one was around to squeeze in. Mu Qingyun was carrying a schoolbag, holding textbooks, exercise books, test papers and other miscellaneous things. His hands were a little tired, and he glanced around again. There wasn't even an open table.
After thinking about the trouble that might come from sitting next to the school girl, it seemed incomparable to the weight on her hands now, so she stretched out her hand and pulled Wang Mengmeng to sit over.
Wang Mengmeng: "Oh!"
After sitting for a long time, Mu Qingyun was flipping through her schoolbag, and Wang Mengmeng quietly passed a small note to her - 'Do you feel it? This silent atmosphere. '
'If you don't study quietly in the library, is it possible that everyone is dancing? '
Mu Qingyun laughed.
Her classmates were all very reserved, and they were too embarrassed to look at her, so they all looked at her secretly with their little eyes.
Zhao Yang was obviously a little surprised, but he didn't say anything. Mu Qingyun nodded at him and started doing his homework.
Mu Qingyun is now very thick-skinned, and this drizzle of prying eyes is completely ignored.
There are ten papers for each subject, both front and back. Others include copying, memorizing, dictating, plus correcting wrong questions from the previous month's test papers.
She gathered the pile of homework and put them into categories, then she concentrated on her homework and started writing her homework with great interest.
She was happily studying the questions, but not long after, she heard Wang Mengmeng rubbing here and there like a kitten that couldn't sit still. Soon she couldn't sit still anymore, and he piled a pile of papers in front of her and hummed softly. Hum: "Dear, please help me correct the wrong question. My tutor is really interesting. He doesn't even teach me, and he doesn't give me the answer so he can correct me? If I knew how to do it, would I still be wrong in the first place?"
When no one caught her, Wang Mengmeng ran off to read those novels and comics.
After silently observing Wang Mengmeng's happy back, Mu Qingyun took the messy papers stacked on the table and gave her corrections one by one.
She didn't pay much attention to it at first, but after changing it, she was a little surprised.
These test papers were actually very interesting, and some of them were so good that she was a little surprised. She didn't expect that Wang Mengmeng could find such a capable tutor?
When he first looked at some of the questions, Mu Qingyun found them very difficult, but it didn't matter. It was just a good time to straighten out his thoughts and sort out the complicated formulas and various knowledge points.
Time passed by, and she changed seven or eight pictures in one breath. She also went from stumbling to being able to do it with ease.
The speed of answering questions is getting faster and faster. At first, it took more than ten or twenty minutes to correct a mistake, but later I could find the trick at a glance.
The analysis steps are used less and less, and the ideas become more sophisticated and novel.
Mu Qingyun was immersed in doing the questions. Zhang Lan across from him saw that if he was negligent, their test papers would be taken away by the girl next door.
"..."
Zhao Yang also showed a bit of embarrassment on his face and coughed slightly. Just as he was about to ask for the test paper, Zhang Lan slapped him in the face and said, "You also know that you have a troublesome face. If you don't have any thoughts, don't give others a chance. "
Zhang Lan blinked and whispered, "I'll just take it back secretly later."
Otherwise, it would be another trouble for someone to use the test paper as an excuse to cause trouble.
Thinking about it, he found it funny again and whispered: "I remember her name is Mu Qingyun. Our neighbor is from No. 13 Middle School. Hehe, she will definitely doubt her life after a while."
These test papers of his are all written by top teachers with forty years of teaching experience. They are all known as the 'Mountain of Swords and Sea of Fire' in No. 1 Middle School. Except for someone like him, Brother Zhao Yang, who is a scholar, other students are simply overwhelmed by the test papers. Shedding a layer of skin.
As for the students of No. 13 Middle School, they would be scared to death just by looking at them.
Zhao Yang shook his head and ignored the kid's evil intentions.
Not long after, Mu Qingyun stopped writing, stretched his waist, and took the water cup to pour water. Zhang Lan's hands and feet were light and fast, and he pulled back the test paper he had aimed at.
"Hey, let me see, eh?"
Zhao Yang didn't even raise his head. He heard Zhang Lan muttering in his ears, just like a stand-up comic. Reading along with this sound was quite relaxing after he got used to it.
After a while, Zhang Lan gasped: "Good guy, is this random writing? Brother Yang, you helped me do this question, how could it be wrong?"
Zhao Yang hesitated, frowned slightly, lowered his head and read for a while, then finally raised his head and took the test paper out of Zhang Lan's hand. He was careless at first, but gradually became fascinated, with a solemn look on his face.
Zhang Lan's eyes almost popped out of his head: "Ah? Is that guy from Thirteenth Middle School really doing the right thing?"
Zhao Yang: "..."
He took out the test paper and put it into his sleeve without saying a word.
