Dachun said: "How could it be? Dongmei can't possibly harm me."
Zhang Yang said: "Why is Ma Dongmei more active than Lin Yue? Because she knows very well that once the bet loses, Lin Yue will transfer to another class, and then Xia Luo can take advantage of the opportunity to take over Qiu Ya. How could she just watch it? Charlotte succeeded."
"You said Ma Dongmei likes Charlotte? How is that possible?"
Dachun looked very surprised: "She... how could she? She is causing trouble for Charlotte every day now."
Zhang Yang did not answer this question because he had no confidence in Dachun's emotional intelligence: "I also know that you like Ma Dongmei."
"I...I didn't...didn't..."
Dachun covered his face with his hands, secretly spread his fingers, and looked at Zhang Yang through the gap between his index and middle fingers.
"Dachun, if Lin Yue wins the bet, do you think you can beat Xia Luo and catch up with Ma Dongmei?"
"cannot."
"So what do we do?"
"have no idea.."
"Idiot, we should let Lin Yue lose, Xia Luo chases Qiu Ya, and when Ma Dongmei realizes that she is broken in love, you can take advantage of it."
"Hey, Zhang Yang, you are smarter, so we won't go there this weekend."
"No, I have to go."
"Why?"
"If you don't go, she will suspect that you have been bribed by Charlotte, and you will not be able to be friends in the future."
"oh."
"As long as you hand in a blank paper during the exam, who would compete with a fool?"
"good idea."
Zhang Yang smiled, thus choosing himself.
As long as he performs normally, Lin Yue and Ma Dongmei can't blame him for getting a blank test in the Spring Festival, and they don't have to worry about the teacher calling his parents because his grades have declined.
He was not as sure as the others in the class that Lin Yue would lose. He always felt that that guy would make unexpected tricks. The fate of the English teacher was a lesson learned from the past. Now, as long as Da Chun hands in nothing, all the efforts of those two people will be in vain. .
…
Weekend, Ma Dongmei’s house.
Dachun looked around: "Dongmei, your house is really clean."
There were javelins and shot put scattered randomly in the corner. Behind the door hung a hand-painted wooden target with several knives nailed to it. The blades were inserted very deep. There was a pair of dumbbells on the ground next to the desk. Meng Te tried his best to suck the target. The kind that can't be lifted up, there is a passionate poster of Huang Zhihong throwing a shot put on the wall near the head of the bed - to Ma Dongmei, it is inspiring, to Zhang Yang, it is frightening.
God kept it very clean.
Dong Dong Dong~
At this time, there was a low knock on the door.
Ma Dongmei stood up and said, "Just a moment, I'll open the door."
"Go ahead."
Dachun watched her leave the room, turned around and smiled: "It must be Lin Yue who is here. He looks relaxed and at ease, but he is also very anxious."
I heard Ma Dongmei's greeting coming from outside, and then the footsteps of two people, directly coming to the innermost room.
Meng Te was painting his nail polish and didn't care whether Lin Yue came or not, because anyone who wasn't a fool would know that attending cram schools for two weekends would not improve his grades. Even if it were extended to two months, it would not improve his grades. They don't hold the class back.
However, what surprised him was that the person who came was not the classmate Lin who praised Haikou in public, but the class beauty of Class 2, Grade 3.
"Qiu Ya?"
Zhang Yang licked his buck teeth, feeling unexpected but more excited.
Ma Dongmei said: "I said a lot of good things to her, and she agreed to come over and help us with tutoring. Please be honest with me later, otherwise..."
She walked over and pushed the window open, picked up the javelin in the corner and threw it out. valley
About three breaths later, an old man shouted from below: "Ma Dongmei, why are you so crazy?"
Zhang Yang shivered and shrank his head back.
Dachun chuckled and said, "Dongmei, your shooting skills are really good."
Ma Dongmei ignored him, put on an attentive smile, and pulled a chair for Qiu Ya: "Come on, Qiu Ya, sit down, you sit down."
"Thank you Dongmei."
Qiu Ya sat down on the chair very ladylikely, opened the pink schoolbag with hellokitty pattern on her back, and took out the reference book issued by the math teacher two weeks ago.
"Time is running out, let's get started."
"Okay, okay, let's start." Ma Dongmei took the lead, picked up the reference book on the table, and turned to the page Qiu Ya said.
Zhang Yang, Meng Te and Dachun also followed the same pattern and read books there.
Not to mention whether you enter or not, the posture must be there, otherwise... Ma Dongmei's javelin is not a vegetarian.
Qiu Ya said: "You have all copied the notes. According to the question types of the previous monthly exams, I think the monotonicity of functions may be an important knowledge point, such as the function y=log2..."
While she was talking about her understanding of mathematics notes, she was listing previous problems for Ma Dongmei and others.
The three people opposite listened very carefully and nodded from time to time. As for whether they really understood or were playing Mr. Dong Guo, only they knew.
After talking for almost an hour, Qiu Ya felt a little thirsty. She took a sip of the tea made by Ma Dongmei and asked by the way: "Do you understand what I just said?"
"I understand, I understand."
Ma Dongmei smiled very reluctantly. She knew nothing, just like listening to the Bible. But at this time, you are embarrassed to say you don't understand. Doesn't it mean that the more than an hour of talking was in vain? And as a physical education student, Zhang Yang and Meng Te's grades were indeed better than hers, but to a limited extent. Those two looked taught, and she certainly didn't want to expose her IQ problem.
He hoped that Dachun would explain the situation, but the silly big guy just giggled.
Just when she was about to kick this guy awake, there was an unhurried knock on the door.
She raised her butt and walked out of the room, went over to open the door, and saw Lin Yue coming.
"Why are you here so late? Do you know that you are more than an hour late?"
The key is that he comes as soon as he comes, and it doesn't matter if he has a guitar in his arms.
"I asked you to come here to study together. Why did you bring it?"
Ma Dongmei was about to burst into tears. Just forget it if you say Zhang Yang and Meng Te don't care. You are the one who makes trouble, but you don't have any idea?
Lin Yue said: "I wrote a new song. I want you to listen to it and give me your opinions."
"No, what time has it been? Do you still have the heart to write songs? The midterm exam will be in one week. If you lose..."
"What if you lose? If you lose, switch to another class and continue writing."
Ah~ah~ah~
Ma Dongmei felt a crow flying above her head.
This matter...why didn't she think of it?
Lin Yue's bet with his math teacher was that he lost and left the class. Is there any loss from his perspective? If I can't be my roommate as a classmate...is this considered a loss for someone who receives love letters from girls on a daily basis?
Therefore, winning or losing in gambling is just a false reputation at most, and it does not harm the interests.
But she was different. Once Lin Yue left, no one would be able to suppress Xia Luo. That guy might have done something outrageous in order to pursue Qiu Ya.
In other words, when he fights with the math teacher, she is the one who gets hurt the most.
Lin Yue ignored her and walked straight inside. When he saw Qiu Ya sitting with her back to the door, she smiled slightly: "Isn't this the beauty of the class? Ma Dongmei, you worked really hard to help me win."
He sat down directly next to his deskmate and hugged the guitar: "I just had an idea and wrote a song. Please help me check whether it sounds good or not."
"Okay, okay." Zhang Yang clapped his hands and cheered. He had long been tired of listening to the analysis of knowledge points. Before, he had to pretend to be a grandson due to Ma Dongmei's power. Now, classmate Lin wants to sing a song for everyone. He didn't say anything, naturally. I support it with both hands and feet.
But to everyone's surprise, classmate Wang Qiuya, who had always been full of ladylike temperament, suddenly stood up, pointed at Lin Yue and said, "Can you be more serious? If this continues, it will never be possible to complete the Haikou you boasted about."
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