Immortal Young Man on Campus

Ye Qianqian smiled playfully at Yu Mo and said, "I didn't expect that we would become the same table."

Unlike other pig brothers, Yu Mo asked directly, "Why did you choose this seat?"

"Don't you like it? You see everyone else is eager to be my roommate."

"That's them, not me."

Seeing that the two of them were already whispering to each other, the other classmates thumped their chests and sighed with jealous anger.

Jiang Zhengzhi glared at Yu Mo unwillingly, thinking that he was actually cheap for this kid, but this was what Ye Qianqian asked, and he had no way to refute it.

"Ye Qianqian, your textbook is already being prepared. You can get it at noon. You can share it with your classmate first." After Jiang Zhengzhi finished speaking, he reluctantly left. Because the teacher of this class has already come in.

Ye Qianqian stretched out her hand towards Yu Mo. Her palms were fair and her fingers were slender. The hands of those professional hand models were not as beautiful as hers.

"The teacher said that we share a textbook."

Yu Mo threw the textbook to her casually. Yesterday, he had read all the textbooks for the second semester of high school. Today, he is specializing in the textbooks for the first year of high school, and he didn't need the textbooks for this class.

Ye Qianqian proudly picked up the textbook and saw that it was filled with dense notes. These were the notes that Yu Mo had made before.

Although his academic performance is poor, he has a very positive attitude towards learning and takes very detailed class notes.

Ye Qianqian was first attracted by his words. The so-called words are like people. Yu Mo's words are in line, well-behaved and rigid.

Ye Qianqian couldn't help but glance at him a few more times, this handwriting was obviously practiced, and it was quite a skill.

This is what Yu Mo's mother has asked for since he was a child. She has no requirements for academic performance, but she has asked him to practice calligraphy since he can remember. .

As a result, he developed a good calligraphy, stroke by stroke, exuding the taste of Zhongzheng and fortitude.

But Ye Qianqian would not praise him, instead he pointed to the dense notes and said, "Do you remember so much?"

Yu Mo didn't say a word, and continued to read the book in his hand, as if Ye Qianqian didn't exist at all.

Ye Qianqian's eyes were immediately attracted by the book in his hand, he couldn't help laughing, and burst out laughing.

"You are actually reading the books of the first year of high school. Don't tell me, you haven't studied the textbooks of the first year of high school, have you?"

Yu Mo glanced at her and said, "Can't you read it after you've learned it? Haven't you heard the phrase "review the old and learn the new?"

Ye Qianqian sighed, but he didn't expect him to be so righteous, and said with a smile, "Of course I've heard of it, but I've never seen you do this."

"Then you see it now."

The teacher started to teach, Ye Qianqian calmed down, and after listening to the class for a while, she couldn't help but look sideways.

Because, she was attracted by the way Yu Mo was reading. Yu Mo was reading too fast. He didn't read a page for a minute before turning to the next page.

Seeing him turn over ten pages like this, Ye Qianqian finally couldn't help it and asked, "Are you reading a book?"

Yu Mo said, "It's not reading, what else can I do?"

"But where do you read books like this?" Ye Qianqian asked suspiciously.

"Everyone has their own way of reading, this is my way." Yu Mo explained.

"Where are you reading books? You are clearly flipping through books, what can you remember like this?" Ye Qianqian asked angrily, as if thinking that Yu Mo was deliberately perfunctory.

reading? joke!

If you can read books in this way, then you are the same as machine scanning.

Yu Mo didn't explain much, and said, "As much as you remember, it counts."

Ye Qianqian didn't know whether to laugh or cry, paused for a moment, and persuaded: "If you want to read the book, just calm down, you can't see anything with such bluffing."

Yu Mo turned a deaf ear and continued to go his own way. In the end, the sound of flipping the book kept ringing in Ye Qianqian's ears, and there was a tendency to turn faster and faster.

Ye Qianqian hesitated for a while, then simply refused to persuade him, feeling gloomy: "The dog bites Lu Dongbin, I don't know the good heart. I kindly persuade you, but you are still angry with me, what should I do with all my energy? Except for the delicious porridge made. , I see the others as well."

When she thinks of porridge, her heart is like a cat scratching, and the smell of porridge seems to float from the bottom of her heart.

She touched Yu Mo with her arm and whispered, "Are you still making porridge tomorrow morning?"

"No." Yu Mo didn't want to say.

Ye Qianqian said anxiously, "Why not do it?"

"Why?" Yu Mo asked back.

Ye Qianqian had a clever idea and said, "Your cooking skills still need to be improved, of course you need to practice more."

"I'm not a chef, so what do I do so delicious?"

"One more skill, one more ability to seek life. Besides, haven't you heard of it? If you want to conquer a woman's body, you must first conquer a woman's stomach. This is a major matter of your lifelong happiness. How can you be careless? What?" Ye Qianqian was tongue-tied.

Yu Mo couldn't help rolling his eyes. A meal of porridge could involve so many things. He couldn't help but say, "Then my future wife is a foodie? I have to conquer her stomach first."

"Maybe your wife is a foodie." Ye Qianqian replied smoothly.

As soon as these words came out, the two of them invariably remembered the morning conversation, and Ye Qianqian personally said that he was a foodie.

Doesn't this remark put yourself in it?

Ye Qianqian grabbed her hair in annoyance and glared at Yu Mo fiercely. Seeing him smiling, she must have thought so.

"I didn't have this idea, his smile is so wretched."

Yu Mo really thinks so, but he still has to make up for his lover in his previous life, so he doesn't have time to mess around. Simply, he said bluntly: "It's really hard for you, to actually find so many reasons to eat my porridge, and even take the initiative to dedicate yourself."

Ye Qianqian's mind was pierced, her cheeks flushed, and she said stubbornly: "Nonsense, who took the initiative to sacrifice? Who wants to eat your porridge? Hmph, I was just too hungry at the time, and I didn't choose what to eat."

"Then don't eat it tomorrow morning." Yu Mo said confrontingly.

"Why don't you eat? I have to supervise you to improve your cooking skills." Ye Qianqian retorted, after a pause, her eyes widened in surprise, "Do you mean to make porridge tomorrow morning?"

Yu Moquan didn't hear it.

Ye Qianqian said, "You have already said that you must cook porridge tomorrow morning. A man, a man, once a word is spoken, it is difficult for horses to chase, so you must not break your word."

Ye Qianqian was chattering like a little bee, buzzing and talking non-stop in Yu Mo's ear.

Yu Mo kept rolling his eyes, as if he was suffering, and wished he could just stand up and let the teacher change his seat.

But he didn't notice the eyes of other classmates looking at him, and they were about to breathe fire with jealousy. It was too close to the two of them whispering.

They can't wait to replace him, and are willing to switch seats with him no matter what the cost.