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Perhaps because he had long been used to his serious indifference, Youmeng was fearless and was still behaved when he got the advantage, and became arrogant: "Looking at the tutor, I can eat a few more bites of rice."

He put down the bowls and chopsticks lightly, wiped his hands with a silk towel, and tucked his lips gracefully: "Don't be too polite, eat earlier, finish memorizing earlier, and go back to the room to rest earlier. I don't want to see you keep this floor tonight."

This reminded her of the morning incident again, and she lowered her eyes and looked ashamed: "The tutor...what did next to me in the morning?"

He paused and smiled seriously: "Check whether you copied it seriously."

"Oh..." It seems reasonable to say such a righteous saying? She nodded seriously, her mouth pursed and smiled a little badly, "Does it take so close to the examination?"

Faced with her greedy question, Mei Zihan pretended to be calm: "How can I know if I don't get close?"

"..." Youmeng was speechless for a moment, and suddenly remembered that he was drowsy in the early morning and was unconscious. What he had written on the paper. I'm afraid he had seen it? This...

She was ashamed and did not dare to talk to him anymore, wishing she could dig a hole and bury herself.

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Later, she copied and read until late at night.

Mei Zihan lowered his head and wrote his manuscript without distraction. He really calmed down no matter where he was. It was just that he had to be distracted while memorizing Youmeng. He was obviously distracted, but he always pretended to be careless and peeped at him inadvertently, for fear that he would catch him when he looked up by chance.

"Does there be words on my face?" He always felt her gaze, but he had been used to it, and even though he talked to her, he still kept writing.

Youmeng seemed like a child who had made a mistake and was caught by his elders. She lowered her eyes and said nothing, but she heard that Mei was cold and frosty: "The mind is free of distractions, study hard."

But Youmeng could not control his eyes, as if he was addicted. He wanted to peek at him every moment, but every time he did not respond. Youmeng thought how could this man have such strong concentration, but he only knew how to write and write there, without seeing him looking up at him, as if she thought she was air and did not exist.

Even though there is a flame in my heart, how can I be so cold? Youmeng gradually became cold and became angry in disappointment. She couldn't tell whether it was angering him or herself.

He is as quiet as a stone and as cold as snow, and he is always so confused about his charm.

But he was so bad that he hated him so much that she liked him, and just that little bit overturned everything.

After all, aren’t you just a loser? You can only admit that you deserve to suffer.

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At the second moment of Hai, Youmeng couldn't hold on and covered her mouth and yawned.

Mei Zihan obviously heard it, lowered her eyes and held the pen and spoke to the air indifferently: "Can you recite it?"

Youmeng suddenly felt a little excited when she heard his voice: "I'll do it!"

"Then close the book and memorize it and listen to it." Mei Zihan dipped ink and said in a quiet voice, "You can go to bed after memorizing it."

You Meng did as he did, and put the book back on the desk, chanting: "The first year of the scriptures, the first year of the spring, the first month of the king, the king ascended the throne. The priest was immediately established, and the priest was..."

She recited it smoothly in front, but she was not a peaceful person. She had to look at Mei Zihan from time to time while memorizing it. He was focused on writing books, thinking that he was not only focused on his mind, maybe he was just listening to it. In fact, she didn't listen at all. There were a few articles that were not very familiar with memorizing, so he should be able to fool him.

She thought happily and laughed secretly.
Chapter completed!