Wang Mengmeng glanced at Liu Fang, ignored her, and continued: "Let Zhang Lan take out the test papers that his grandma gave him before and let us do it. Maybe we can understand her old man's question-setting rules."
Liu Fang sneered: "What are you showing off to? You are the only one who can, do you have the ability, and have the ability to find the teacher who set the college entrance examination questions to give you the papers?"
Wang Mengmeng pursed her lips and snorted: "It's so noisy. Let's talk about what we say. What does it have to do with so-and-so? It's annoying to add to the drama."
Liu Fang's face turned ugly. She glared at Mu Qingyun and said angrily, "I want to see if the squad leader, who is still interested in making short videos to impress, can get the grades that a squad leader should have."
Mu Qingyun: "..."
She seemed silent.
Occasionally, when I see my classmates bickering and quarreling about exams, I don't feel angry at all. Instead, I feel a fresh breath blowing in my face.
Wang Mengmeng looked as if she had been injected with chicken blood.
"Someone else said that Liu Fang must be the best in the midterm exam. She always hates it."
This time Wang Mengmeng seemed to be really determined. She didn't bother going skating or playing games after school. She contacted Zhang Lan early and made an appointment to do homework together.
Let’s make an appointment at Wang Mengmeng’s house first.
Wang Mengmeng's mother was particularly good at baking. Zhao Yang even put a pack of baked biscuits in his backpack for Grandma Qiao to eat.
Later it was changed to Zhao Yang's house.
Grandma Qiao canceled her sunset tea party because of this.
On the third day, Mu Qingyun naturally made an appointment with Wang Mengmeng, Zhao Yang, and Zhang Lan.
Zhou Yuanyuan and Fang Mo hired tutors at home and had to make up classes every day, making them unable to participate in their small group activities. The two of them didn't say anything, but they still looked a little unhappy and somewhat regretful. Wang Mengmeng coaxed them sweetly for a long time before they were able to coax them.
Mu Qingyun's target is Zhao Yang, but it's hard to just ask him out.
At their age, they are quite sensitive in this regard.
The water of Peach Lake is rippling, and the shore of the lake is covered with a layer of golden fallen leaves.
Wang Mengmeng followed Mu Qingyun on the beautiful paths of the landscape avenue, marveling at the scenery along the way.
When he saw Mu Qingyun's old house, even Zhao Yang was slightly stunned.
People from the Ming Dynasty naturally appreciate these ancient buildings. Looking at the exquisite carvings on the eaves and brackets, Zhao Yang's eyes almost overflowed with light.
Wang Mengmeng held her phone in her hand, wishing she could post hundreds of Moments to show off.
"Ah Qing, my aunt actually has such awesome relatives. She can borrow a house like this at any time. Oh my god, why can't you think of living with your father? That stepmother of yours doesn't treat you well."
Wang Mengmeng opened her mouth, covered it immediately, and smiled.
Mu Qingyun smiled: "At that time, we didn't know there were such generous relatives in our family."
She used to be a little taboo about people mentioning that she was sent to her father's house by her mother, but now that she has left that home, she takes it lightly.
Leading the friends who were looking back step by step to the study room.
In a spacious and bright room, with extremely comfortable tables and chairs, and a constant temperature, Wang Mengmeng suddenly felt that if she didn't finish three large papers, she would be sorry for such a good environment.
Zhao Yang had already finished his homework at school. At this time, he was casually browsing some English literature and materials, and occasionally gave lectures to Zhang Lan and Wang Mengmeng when they were scratching their heads.
Several people were chatting while doing homework.
Mu Qingyun wrote his English paper smoothly. Wang Mengmeng couldn't sit still after writing for a while. She pulled out her phone and swiped, and another video of Mu Qingyun came up.
"Yeah, Ah Qing, someone picked it up and said that the person Ah Qing and you were filming commercials in the boxing gym with is an Internet celebrity, his surname is Fang, but his reputation is not good. He once went to the Ming Dynasty Jianghu Club program group to challenge the winner. It turned out that there was some hidden weapon hidden in his body, and Qin Bofan's arms were broken."
"Ah, I remember Qin Bofan's fans were making a lot of noise at that time and kept complaining about their idol."
"However, Qin Bofan himself came forward to refute the rumors, saying that he was careless and had nothing to do with the Internet celebrity named Fang. Those fans feel sorry for him."
Wang Mengmeng kept talking.
Mu Qingyun was also a little surprised and glanced at it.
As expected, Fang Zhilong's identity has been revealed on the Internet, and it has become somewhat popular. Qin Bofan's fans also came to applaud and say thank you to her for avenging their idol.
Some people also said that this must be hype, and Fang Zhilong pretended to do so.
After all, he is indeed a master, how could he lose to a little girl.
There are faint sounds of insects and birds outside the window, accompanied by the sound of gurgling water. It is not very disturbing, but gives people a beautiful feeling of being intoxicated in nature.
Zhao Yang listened intently to Wang Mengmeng and Mu Qingyun's muttering, and couldn't help but think that he wouldn't get bored playing with all his friends.
For example, now, the classmates around me are very interesting, and the scenery outside is very beautiful.
Every corner of this old house has a unique sense of beauty. After reading for a long time, Zhao Yang eagerly stared at the garden outside the window to appreciate it carefully.
After talking for a while, Mu Qingyun looked at the time and gently pressed Wang Mengmeng's head on the test paper. She sighed and continued to work hard on her homework.
After writing for more than an hour at a stretch, Wang Mengmeng pushed the paper forward and leaned on the table with a bang: "It's finally finished, I'm so tired!"
Mu Qingyun smiled, took her test paper, took a look at it, and nodded: "Let's combine work and rest? I have a game room here, do you want to play games? I just want to go to the kitchen to cook some rice, you can play by yourselves. ?”
Wang Mengmeng's eyes lit up immediately.
The game room is right next to the library. When you open the small door, you will feel like you are seeing a unique science fiction world.
There are six computers lined up, large screens, professional e-sports chairs, and a large circle of lazy sofas and tea tables in the middle, which can accommodate more than a dozen people to sit around and talk.
Wang Mengmeng and Zhang Lan jumped in and were soon immersed in the game. They had no idea what night it was. Zhao Yang shook his head and saw that the host had gone to the kitchen, so he had to play with them for a while.
Zhao Yang has no interest in games, but Zhang Lan likes them, so he only plays with him occasionally.
At this time, the sky was getting dark, lanterns were lit up dotted outside the window, and the entire garden was decorated like a dream. Zhao Yang felt that the ancient flavor of this old house was stronger than the ancient towns and cities he had visited.
The screen wall not far away is particularly strange. The carvings look like pre-disaster style, but the pattern is full of stars and a beautiful night.
He felt itchy in his heart, thinking that Mu Qingyun said that he deliberately strolled around casually, so he simply told Zhang Lan and went out.
Walking along the quaint and exquisite path beside the flowers, admiring them all the way, he was fascinated for a moment. Zhao Yang didn't see the raised stone under his feet, so his feet slipped. In order to hide from the flowers next to him, he put one hand on the rockery.
Click.
There was a crisp sound in his ears, and before he could react, he fell into the trap door.
Zhao Yang was startled, but in an instant, he realized that this should be the basement of the old house, and it was not a strange place.
Turning around, I saw that the decoration was simple, well ventilated, not stuffy at all, and had a light floral fragrance.
Zhao Yang hesitated for a moment and fumbled for a long time but couldn't find the mechanism to open the door. However, when he took out his cell phone, he felt no more anxious. The signal on his cell phone was full.
