In class, the political teacher was talking endlessly about the basic Marxist route. Su Mo lowered his head and looked for a pen to take notes, but glanced at Qiao Qianqian drawing a strange lever on the notebook.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Su Mo lay in front of him and turned his head and asked quietly.

Qiao Qianqian was serious about making a "shhh" gesture at her, looked up and observed with caution. The political teacher happened to be writing on everyone's blackboard. Then she whispered in Su Mo's ear, "Make a record, don't bother me!"

Qiao Qianqian said, her hands kept scanning all directions of the classroom, and suddenly she found something, and then she drew it proudly on the notebook. Su Mo looked left and right and couldn't understand it, so she had to shake her head helplessly and continue listening to the class.

In front, Li Bo took advantage of the political teacher's inattention and stretched his neck to look at the distance with his eyes. He threw a piece of paper at Ge Mengling. Ge Mengling was startled, and then looked at the political teacher with vigilant eyes. His face turned red due to nervousness. Seeing that the political teacher was not paying attention, she grabbed the piece of paper hard and threw it into the innermost part of the table hole with an angry expression.

Li Bo looked at Ge Mengling's movements from behind, and his nose was almost crooked. He was so angry that he pulled a piece of paper from his notebook. However, because he used too much force, the "sharp" sounded and attracted the students to look over. The political teacher also noticed it and coughed so seriously at Li Bo, which was a warning. Li Bo's movements were also frozen, and he lowered his head and stuck out his tongue playfully.

With the loud voice of the political teacher, the classroom quickly returned to normal, but Qiao Qianqian saw Li Bo's previous and subsequent performances. While she smiled secretly, she solemnly drew a picture on the notebook again.

"Students, this class is over here. Before the get out of class is over, I would like to remind everyone again that this exam is very important. I hope everyone will do a good job of reviewing it carefully! - OK, get out of class is over!"

"stand up!"

Wang Yizhe shouted, and everyone stood up and watched the political teacher leave. A few moves were so fast that the classmates had already rushed out of the classroom, and the rest were chatting in groups of three or three.

Su Mobian slowly packed up his textbooks and asked Ye Jing where he would go later. Qiao Qianqian came over with a smile on her face.

"Do you know? Look!" She threw the pile of pirates in front of Su Mo.

"What does it mean?" Su Mo looked at it disdainfully, and Ye Jing also lay down to watch the fun.

"Well, look!" Qiao Qianqian pointed to the harps and explained in a low voice: "This is Wang Yizhe and Jiang Hui. In this long forty-five minutes, Wang Yizhe secretly glanced at Jiang Hui for fifteen times, while Jiang Hui secretly glanced at Wang Yizhe twenty-four times! Alas, it's a pity for the two of them! Alas, by the way, and here, Li Bo has been throwing notes for Ge Mengling, a total of six times, but Ge Mengling doesn't seem to catch a cold, and he is quite disgusted! Haha, I don't know how sad this kid is!"

"boring!"

Qiao Qianqian said it with a slight look, but only received the words Su Mo, and she opened her mouth for a long time.

"Haha, let's go!"

Ye Jing also expressed little interest, and grabbed Su Mo's arm and prepared to walk out.

Qiao Qianqian didn't expect that she would be so boring when she carefully sorted out the gossip information for a class. She complained that the two of them were not interested, and then carefully folded the paper with a stunning look and said that she would take it back to the dormitory to share with Yang Lin and the others.

After leaving the dormitory building, Su Mo told Ye Jing that Zheng Yang had something to do with him and asked her to go back and have dinner with Yifei first. Ye Jing nodded and left.

The weather has been getting colder these days, and it feels like late autumn and early winter. So the afternoon sun is still bright. Su Mo walked to the corridor that was once covered with oxkrail vines and picked up a stone bench and sat there. Because she was bored by waiting alone, Zheng Yang thought about taking out a small notebook from her pocket and writing something in a pencil. This is a habit she developed since she likes words. What she thinks about at any time will be recorded as material.

At this time, the trumpet vines had withered and broken withered vines, which were scattered on the corridor. Next to the corridor was a small garden. Although it was a bleak scene inside, several roses bloomed just in a perfect state, which also added some vitality to this boring season.

"Sumu!"

Zheng Yang was still the same. Before the person arrived, the voice could not wait to be heard. Su Mo looked up and saw that he had already run closer.

"How is it? Say it quickly!"

Su Mo stood up and asked with his head raised, with a little anticipation and a little nervousness in his tone.

"Hmph!" Zheng Yang did not answer positively, but just deliberately kept it a secret and smiled.

"Speak quickly!"

"When did you mess up what you gave me?!" Zheng Yang said as he handed Su Mo a thick envelope.

Su Mo couldn't wait to open it, and a brand new magazine "Youth Digest" was placed there. She didn't bother to take a closer look, but just turned to the directory page. When she browsed the signature called "Wei Lan" one by one, she suddenly jumped up excitedly.

"Zheng Yang, thank you so much!"

Zheng Yang just looked at her proudly, as if this matter was nothing to him.

"I said it long ago, you have to believe in your own strength!"

"Anyway, I'm going to thank you!"

"Okay, then what are you going to thank?" Zheng Yang hugged his shoulders and looked at Su Mo from a distance.

"Hmm?-Then you tell me, it's OK!"

"Whatever you do?" A hint of cunning flashed in Zheng Yang's eyes.

He gently stroked his chin with his hands, pretended to think for a while, then looked at Su Mo's excited eyes and said, "Go home on the holiday at the end of the month, please invite me to watch a movie!"

"No problem!" Su Mo said, lowering his head and holding the book over and over again looking at his signature.

"It's almost time for holidays, you can take them back and show them to grandpa!" Zheng Yang said with relief, Su Mo nodded foolishly, and his joy was beyond words.

"Okay, then this is the case first. I have an appointment with a friend to play basketball. Bye!"

"Yeah, bye!"

After Zheng Yang finished speaking, he ran away in a hurry. Su Mo sat back on the stone bench and held the book there as if he was holding a piece of treasure. Grandpa has supported her writing since she was a child. Half a year ago, since grandpa was hospitalized for physical reasons, Su Mo racked her brains to come up with such a solution. She imagined that when she came home this time, she was happy to see her words turning into lead type printed on the book, and she actually smiled foolishly.

"He's your boyfriend?"

Yang Xiaomo, who came from afar, saw Zheng Yang's back leaving, and then looked at Su Mo who was smiling so happily there. He couldn't help frowning a few times. He was wearing a white sportswear today, with headphone cables still stuffed in his ears. When asking Su Mo, he tried to make his tone seem careless when he asked Su Mo.

Su Mo, who was immersed in his imagination, was stunned when he heard Yang Xiaomo's voice, turned around and looked at him in confusion. He thought in his heart that he was this strange person again, so he just didn't blame him, and his expression suddenly became calm and gentle.

"Oh, no, we are good friends, we have been together since we were young! Including Ye Jing, Xu Zixia, I--"

Maybe because he just published a manuscript in such a high-profile magazine, Su Mo was really excited and actually said so much to Yang Xiaomo, but Yang Xiaomo was obviously not interested in listening to these things. For him, it was enough to know only the first half of the sentence. So he deliberately coughed a few times, and then he stood there casually on the stone bench opposite, with one leg casually on the stone bench.

When Su Mo heard his unfriendly cough, he was so sensible that he stopped talking about his topic. He thought to himself, why did he suddenly say so much to him? He was so excited.

"Sitting here won't bother you, right?" Yang Xiaomo asked.

"No, you can do whatever you want!" Su Mo shrugged and turned his head to ignore him.

The two of them were like this, one was reading "Youth Digest" there, and the other was listening to music with his eyes squinted. They were still not interfering with each other, but just a few minutes later, Yang Xiaomo began to speak.

"I'm sorry last time!"

"ah?"

Yang Xiaomo said lightly, but Su Mo did not react for a moment.

"It's not appropriate to get angry with girls like that!"

Yang Xiaomo looked at Su Mo's puzzled eyes and continued. Su Mo only remembered the confrontation between her a long time ago. It was also from that time that Su Mo's impression of this guy was bad, moody and nonsensical.

"Are you used to apologizing for a long time?" Su Mo said with a little annoyance, and finally turned his head and muttered in a low voice: "Damn the sense of superiority! Playboy!"

"Whatever you say, don't disturb me!"

Yang Xiaomo returned to the state of listening to music with his eyes narrowed, and Su Mo felt even more inexplicably. He turned around and waved his fist at him angrily, but he didn't say anything after all, and then immersed in the joy of reading a magazine again.

"You are so obedient, there is no sound for a long time!"

I don’t know how long it took, Yang Xiaomo murmured behind Su Mo. Su Mo did not turn around or agree. He just curled his lips to Wen Zai, thinking that he was too lazy to pay attention to you!

Seeing that Su Mo did not respond, Yang Xiaomo turned his body and looked at her for a moment.

"It turned out to be "Youth Digest"!" Yang Xiaomo sat back.

"Yeah!" Seeing that he had no reason not to speak, Su Mo had to agree and agreed.

"I don't like it!" Yang Xiaomo's next words were straightforward, "You should read books that suit our age!"

Su Mo was undoubtedly injured again. What is "a book suitable for our age"? Is it precocious to read such books? Or childish? This person is really ignorant!

Yang Xiaomo looked indifferent and continued to speak: "I think Han Han and Guo Jingming's books are good. By the way, do you know them?"

Su Mo shook his head calmly, but unexpectedly, Yang Xiaomo glared at her with a ignorant expression, and then sighed softly.

"You don't know what books you read or what you write?"

Su Mo felt very wronged at this inexplicable criticism of himself, and he also found that this person was not in line with him. She took a deep breath and looked at Yang Xiaomo solemnly, then laughed three times, and then shouted loudly at Yang Xiaomo like a cannon: "I care about you, Han Han, Guo Jingming! You should not be too meddling in other people's business, okay? The campus is so big, you are here! You are also good here, I read my books, can you listen to your music? Don't be too close to where I am in the future? And don't always have so many things for you? Even if there are so many, don't just target me, okay? OK? OK?!"

Su Mo's posture of one decibel higher than one decibel did scare Yang Xiaomo. He sat there, and Su Mo was forced backwards, his eyes straightened. However, in the end, Su Mo himself did not realize that he was so close to Yang Xiaomo's face. The same scene appeared again, just like in the last math class, Su Mo tightened his heart and planned to take a step back, but when he saw Yang Xiaomo's rare embarrassing expression, he thought that it would be better to continue to scare him so that he would not always be so arrogant. Thinking of this, Su Mo made up his mind and clenched his fists and held on. Not only did he not retreat, but he was closer.

"Why, if you are afraid, you will be afraid, right? You must know that this girl is not easy to mess with!"

Yang Xiaomo seemed to have reacted. As Su Mo approached again, he suddenly pushed forward for a while. He was just holding on. Yang Xiaomo suddenly "attacked" so scared Su Mo so much that he covered his mouth with a "wow". He covered his mouth with his hand and retreated like an electric shock. It was so dangerous. If he hadn't been quick-eyed and quick-handed, he would have fallen into this guy's hand again.

"Neuropathy!"

Before Su Mo put down his hand, her fingertips touched her hot face. She cursed angrily, turned her head and ran away.

Yang Xiao looked at Su Mo's back silently and suddenly laughed so hard that he leaned back and forth.

Su Mo, who returned to the dormitory building, did not return to his dormitory, but rushed to Ye Jing to ask her if she knew Han Han, Guo Jingming. Ye Jing thought about it and told her that it was two new post-80s writers who became famous for participating in the "New Concept" composition competition. Su Mo asked how their book was written. Ye Jing shook her head and said it was hard to say. Some people had a high opinion of them, while others felt that they were too trendy and extreme. After leaving Ye Jing's dormitory, Su Mo's anger had already subsided. She just wanted Ye Jing to know these two people, and it seemed that she was indeed a little lonely.


Chapter completed!