Quick wear: spoil the villain as a stand-in

Chapter 135 No one doesn't like studying, right? (20)

Maybe the love story and ghost story are in an instant, and the most romantic "I am here" has a few words added, which is actually tinged with a bit of horror?
She stared at the paper for two seconds and clicked her tongue lightly.

"Isn't it just a paper, just wait."

During the self-study last night, Lingyang read the book more or less, and listened to a few sentences in class in the morning, and the knowledge of last night has been accumulated all night, this paper is not as difficult as she imagined .

Feng Qizhen watched her speed at solving the questions, and secretly had a certain understanding of her ability level.

It seems that she can be stricter with her.

Ling Yang still doesn't know what will happen next, she has encountered a setback now——

The last big question in the math paper.

The content of this chapter can actually be regarded as the foundation, even in the monthly exam questions are the first few questions, but this kind of basic knowledge is not necessarily simple.

Feng Qizhen didn't teach her right away, but waited for her to write a little and then gave up before picking up the pen.

The boy's side face was illuminated by the light, and his voice was hoarse and cold, but there was an inexplicable slowness and gentleness in his lectures.

He took a pen and wrote down a series of formulas, like...

The continuous big move in the game is the same.

Those hands are slender and well-articulated. According to others, he can also play the piano very well.

It was very obvious that Lingyang was distracted, but the young man didn't point it out, but quickly memorized the paper after the lecture was over.

"I will ask a similar question again, if I can't do it, I will add one to the paper."

Lingyang: "...??"

How could such vicious words come out of those beautiful thin lips?

But... Although she was distracted, she understood her train of thought, and this question still wouldn't bother her.

"That's right." When she finished writing the answer and looked at the other person with a provocative face, Feng Qizhen slightly nodded and nodded, "It seems that the goal will be achieved very quickly, mathematics is your weakest item, but if you They can easily infer other cases from one instance, proving that there will be no problems in other subjects.”

As he spoke, he took out two books from his bag—politics and history.

When I was in the first year of high school, there was no arts and sciences, and I had to learn all subjects.

Compared with science, liberal arts is slightly less difficult to understand, and there are fewer logical things, but it requires a lot of memorization and memorization.

Lingyang: "..."

Ling Yang: "Why don't we come here today?"

She wants to stand up.

But he was frozen in place by the boy's expression of raising his eyes and smiling.

"You take my book. You memorized the main points of Chapter 1 this week, and I'll check it out next week." The person who raised his head and smiled lowered his head, and instantly returned to his indifferent look.

Lingyang: "..."

Beauty is deceiving, sincerity is not deceitful.
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Just when Lingyang's cultural courses were gradually getting on the right track, Mo Yaoyao already seemed a little mentally weak.

She has been hitting ghosts for four days in a row.

The reason why I didn't run into ghosts on the fifth day was because it was time to go home that night.

The horror at night and the normal morning for so many consecutive days made Mo Yaoyao weaker and more nervous than before.

On the day after school, Mo Yaoyao looked at the school gate and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Because that "ghost" didn't do anything to hurt her, Mo Yaoyao was basically able to hold back her fear in the next few days.

This time when she returns home, she plans to go to the temple to worship, or to see if a psychiatrist can solve the problem.

Ling Yang followed the flow of people out of the school gate, and saw a not-so-familiar face from a distance.

——The driver of the Xu family.

"Miss," the driver's surname is Jiang, and he's a nice person. Seeing her coming out, he quickly stepped forward to pick up her bag and put it in the trunk, "Mr. Let's go back."

"Okay." Ling Yang nodded slightly.

　Ling Yang: Let Xiao Feng be arrogant for a few more days!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)