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Dachun said: "How come, Dongmei can't harm me."

Zhang Yang said: "Why is Ma Dongmei more active than Lin Yue? Because she knows very well that once she loses the bet, Lin Yue will be transferred to another class, and then Charlotte can take advantage of Pan Qiuya. How could she just sit and watch?" Let Charlotte succeed."

"You said Ma Dongmei likes Charlotte? How is it possible?"

Dachun looked very surprised: "She...how could she? She's making trouble for Charlotte every day now."

Zhang Yang didn't answer this question because he didn't have confidence in Dachun's EQ: "I also know you like Ma Dongmei."

"I... I didn't... I didn't..."

Dachun covered his face with his hands, secretly separated his five fingers, and quietly looked at Zhang Yang through the gap between his index finger and middle finger.

"Dachun, if Lin Yue wins the bet, do you think you can beat Charlotte and catch Ma Dongmei?"

"cannot."

"Then what should we do?"

"have no idea."

"Idiot, we should let Lin Yue lose, Charlotte chases Qiuya, and when Ma Dongmei realizes that she is broken in love, you can take advantage of it."

"Hey, Zhang Yang, you're still smart, so we won't go on weekends."

"Come on, we have to go."

"Why?"

"If you don't go, she will suspect that you have been bribed by Charlotte, and you won't have to be friends in the future."

"oh."

"You just need to hand in blank papers during the exam, who would compete with a fool."

"good idea."

Zhang Yang chuckled, and thus chose himself out.

At that time, as long as you perform normally, it is a blank paper handed in in the spring. Lin Yue and Ma Dongmei can't blame him, and don't worry about being called parents by the teacher because of the decline in grades.

He is not as sure that Lin Yue will lose like the others in the class. He always feels that that guy will have an unexpected trick. .

...

On weekends, at Ma Dongmei's house.

Dachun looked around: "Dongmei, your house is really clean."

There are javelins and shot puts scattered in the corner. Behind the door is a hand-painted wooden target with several knives nailed to it. The blades are not deep in. There is a pair of dumbbells on the ground next to the desk. I can’t mention the one, but there is a poster of Huang Zhihong’s enthusiasm when throwing a shot put on the wall near the bed—in Ma Dongmei’s view, it’s motivation, in Zhang Yang’s view, it’s frightening.

God damn it is so clean.

boom boom boom~

Then there was a muffled knock on the door.

Ma Dongmei stood up and said, "Wait a moment, I'll open the door."

"Go."

Dachun watched her leave the room, then turned around and smiled: "It must be Lin Yue who came, even though he looked relaxed, he was also in a hurry."

I heard Ma Dongmei's greeting from outside, and then the footsteps of two people, and they came directly to the innermost room.

Meng Te was painting his nails at first, and he didn't care whether Lin Yue came or not, because as long as he was not a fool, he would know that not to mention taking two weekends to cram school, he would not be able to improve his grades. These few people do not hold back the class.

However, to his surprise, the person who came was not Lin, who had boasted to Haikou in public, but Miss Banhua from Class 2, Grade 3.

"Qiu Ya?"

Zhang Yang licked his buck teeth, feeling unexpected, but more excited.

Ma Dongmei said: "I told her a lot of good things, and she agreed to come and help us with tutoring. You all be honest with me in a while, otherwise..."

She walked over and pushed the window, picked up the javelin in the corner and threw it out with a whoosh.

After about three breaths, an old man shouted from below: "Ma Dongmei, why are you crazy?"

Zhang Yang shivered and shrank his head back.

Dachun laughed and said, "Dongmei, your marksmanship is really good."

Ma Dongmei ignored him, put on a courteous smile, and pulled a chair for Qiuya: "Come on, Qiuya, sit down, sit down."

"Thank you Dongmei."

Qiuya sat on the chair very ladylikely, opened the pink schoolbag with the 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 Qiuya said.

Zhang Yang, Meng Te and Dachun also flipped through the books in the same way.

Regardless of learning or not, posture is a must, otherwise... Ma Dongmei's javelin is not vegetarian.

Qiuya said: "You copied all the notes. According to the question type of the previous monthly exam, I think the monotonicity of the function may be an important knowledge point. For example, the function Y=LOG2..."

While explaining her understanding of mathematics notes, she listed the previous problems for Ma Dongmei and others.

The three people on the opposite side listened very carefully and nodded from time to time. As for whether they really understood or were acting as Mr. Dong Guo, only they knew.

After talking for almost an hour, Qiuya felt a little thirsty, took a sip of the tea made by Ma Dongmei, and asked by the way, "Did you understand what I just said?"

"I understand, I understand."

Ma Dongmei smiled reluctantly, she understands shit, it's like TM listening to heavenly scriptures, but at this time you are too embarrassed to understand, doesn't that mean that people have spent more than an hour talking in vain. And as a sports student, Zhang Yang and Meng Te's grades were indeed better than hers, but to a limited extent. Those two looked educated. Of course, she didn't want to expose her IQ problem.

I hope that Dachun will explain the situation, but in the end the stupid big man just giggled.

Just when she was about to give this guy a kick to wake him up, there was a gentle knock on the door outside.

She lifted her buttocks and walked out of the room, went to open the door, and saw that it was Lin Yue who had come.

"Why are you here so late? You're more than an hour late, do you know that?"

The key is that he can come as soon as he comes, what's the matter with the guitar in his arms.

"I called you here to study together, why did you bring it here?"

Ma Dongmei was about to cry, it's fine if you say that Zhang Yang and Meng Te don't care, you don't have a B number in your heart when you are a troublemaker?

Lin Yue said: "I wrote a new song, I want you to listen to it and give me some advice."

"No way, when is this, do you still have the mind to write songs? The midterm exam is a week away, in case you lose..."

"How about losing? If you lose, switch to another class and continue writing novels."

ah~ ah~ ah~

Ma Dongmei felt a crow flying above her head.

This...why didn't she think of it?

Lin Yue lost the bet with the math teacher, transferred to the class and left, is there any loss from his point of view? If you can't be at the same table with Banhua... In other words, is this a loss for those who receive love letters from girls every day?

Therefore, the winning or losing of the gambling game is at most a false name, which has no effect on the interests.

But she was different. Once Lin Yue left, no one would suppress Charlotte. In order to chase Qiu Ya, that guy might do something out of the ordinary.

In other words, he got into a fight with the math teacher, and she was the one who got hurt the most.

Lin Yue ignored her and walked straight inside. When he saw Qiu Ya who was sitting with her back to the door, she smiled slightly: "Isn't this Ban Hua? Ma Dongmei, you really worked hard to help me win."

He sat down beside his deskmate and hugged the guitar in his arms: "I just had a flash of inspiration and wrote a song. Please help me check it out and see if it sounds good or not."

"Okay, okay." Zhang Yang clapped his hands and cheered. He was tired of listening to knowledge points and analysis. He was forced to pretend to be a grandson because of Ma Dongmei's power before. Now classmate Lin wants to sing a song for everyone. It is with both hands and feet in favor.

But to everyone's surprise, Wang Qiuya, who was always full of ladylike temperament, suddenly stood up, pointed at Lin Yue and said, "Can you be more serious, if this continues, the Haikou you boasted will never be completed."