Wang Mengmeng glanced at Liu Fang, ignored her, and continued: "Let Zhang Lan take out the test papers that his grandma gave him before and let us do it. Maybe we can understand her old man's question-setting rules."

Liu Fang sneered: "What are you showing off to? You are the only one who can, do you have the ability, and have the ability to go find the teacher who set the college entrance examination questions and give you the papers?"

Wang Mengmeng pursed her lips and snorted: "It's so noisy. Let's talk about what we say. What does it have to do with so-and-so? It's annoying to add to the drama."

Liu Fang's face turned ugly. She glared at Mu Qingyun and said angrily: "I want to see if the monitor, who is still interested in making short videos to impress, can get the grades that a monitor should have."

Mu Qingyun: "..."

She didn't seem to speak.

Occasionally, when I see my classmates bickering and quarreling about exams, I don't feel angry at all. Instead, I feel a fresh breath blowing in my face.

Wang Mengmeng looked as if she had been injected with chicken blood.

"Someone else said that Liu Fang must be the first to win the midterm exam. She always hates it."

This time Wang Mengmeng seemed to be really determined. She didn't bother going skating or playing games after school. She contacted Zhang Lan early and made an appointment to do homework together.

Let’s make an appointment at Wang Mengmeng’s house first.

Wang Mengmeng's mother was particularly good at baking. Zhao Yang even put a pack of baked biscuits in his backpack for Grandma Qiao to eat.

Later it was changed to Zhao Yang's house.

Grandma Qiao canceled her sunset tea party because of this.

On the third day, Mu Qingyun naturally made an appointment with Wang Mengmeng, Zhao Yang, and Zhang Lan.

Zhou Yuanyuan and Fang Mo hired tutors at home, and had to make up lessons every day, so they could not participate in their small group activities. The two did not say anything, but they looked a little unhappy and somewhat regretful. Wang Mengmeng coaxed them sweetly.

It took a long time to coax it up.

Mu Qingyun’s target is Zhao Yang, but it’s hard to just ask him out.

At their age, they are still quite sensitive in this regard.

The water of Peach Lake is rippling, and the shore of the lake is covered with a layer of golden fallen leaves.

Wang Mengmeng followed Mu Qingyun on the beautiful paths of the landscape avenue, marveling at the scenery along the way.

When he saw Mu Qingyun's old house, even Zhao Yang was slightly stunned.

People from the Ming Dynasty naturally appreciate these ancient buildings. Looking at the exquisite carvings on the eaves and brackets, Zhao Yang's eyes almost overflowed with light.

Wang Mengmeng held her phone in her hand, wishing she could post to hundreds of WeChat Moments to show off.

"Ah Qing, my aunt actually has such awesome relatives. She borrowed a house like this at any time. Oh my god, why can't you think of living with your father? That stepmother of yours doesn't treat you well."

Wang Mengmeng opened her mouth, covered it immediately, and smiled.

Mu Qingyun smiled: "At that time, we didn't know there were such generous relatives in our family."

She used to be a bit taboo about people mentioning that she was sent to her father's house by her mother, but now that she has left that home, she takes it lightly.

Leading the friends who were looking back step by step to the study room.

With a spacious and bright room, extremely comfortable tables and chairs, and a constant temperature, Wang Mengmeng suddenly felt that if she didn't finish three large papers, she would be sorry for such a good environment.

Zhao Yang had already finished his homework at school. At this time, he was browsing some English literature and materials casually, and occasionally gave lectures to Zhang Lan and Wang Mengmeng when they were scratching their heads.

Several people were chatting while doing homework.

Mu Qingyun wrote his English paper smoothly. Wang Mengmeng couldn't sit still after writing for a while. She pulled out her phone and swiped, and another video of Mu Qingyun came up.

"Ah, Ah Qing, someone found out that the person Ah Qing and you were filming commercials in the boxing gym was an Internet celebrity, his surname was Fang, but his reputation was not good. He once went to the Ming Dynasty Jianghu Club program group to challenge the winner.

It turned out that there was some hidden weapon hidden in his body, and Qin Bofan's arms were broken."

"Ah, I remember that Qin Bofan's fans were making a lot of noise at that time and kept complaining about their idol."

"However, Qin Bofan himself came forward to refute the rumors, saying that he was careless and had nothing to do with the internet celebrity named Fang. Those fans feel sorry for him."

Wang Mengmeng kept talking.

Mu Qingyun was also a little surprised and glanced at it.

Sure enough, Fang Zhilong's identity has been revealed on the Internet, and it has become somewhat popular. Qin Bofan's fans also came to applaud and say thank you to her for avenging their idol.

Some people also said that this must be hype, and Fang Zhilong was pretending to do so.

After all, he is indeed a master, how could he lose to a little girl.

There are faint sounds of insects and birds outside the window, accompanied by the sound of gurgling water. It is not very disturbing, but gives people a beautiful feeling of being intoxicated in nature.

Zhao Yang listened intently to Wang Mengmeng and Mu Qingyun's muttering, and couldn't help but think that he wouldn't get bored playing with all his friends.

For example, now, the classmates around me are very interesting, and the scenery outside is particularly beautiful.

Every corner of this old house has a unique sense of beauty. After reading for a long time, Zhao Yang eagerly stared at the garden outside the window to appreciate it carefully.

After talking for a while, Mu Qingyun looked at the time and gently pressed Wang Mengmeng's head onto the test paper. She sighed and continued to work hard on her homework.

After writing for more than an hour at a stretch, Wang Mengmeng pushed the paper forward and leaned on the table with a bang: "It's finally finished, I'm so tired!"

Mu Qingyun smiled, took her test paper, looked at it, and nodded: "Let's combine work and rest? I have a game room here, do you want to play games? I just want to go to the kitchen to cook some rice, you can play by yourselves.

?”

Wang Mengmeng's eyes lit up with just a swipe.

The game room is right next to the library. When you open the small door, you will feel like you are seeing a unique science fiction world.

There are six computers lined up, large screens, professional e-sports chairs, and a large circle of lazy sofas and tea tables in the middle, which can accommodate more than a dozen people to sit around and talk.

Wang Mengmeng and Zhang Lan jumped in and were soon immersed in the game. They had no idea what night it was. Zhao Yang shook his head and saw that the host had gone to the kitchen, so he had to play with them for a while.

Zhao Yang was naturally indifferent to games, but Zhang Lan liked it, so he only played with him occasionally.

At this time, the sky was getting dark, lanterns were lit dotted outside the window, and the entire garden was decorated like a dream. Zhao Yang felt that the ancient flavor of this old house was stronger than the ancient towns and cities he had visited.

The screen wall not far away is particularly strange. The carvings look like pre-disaster style, but the pattern is full of stars and a beautiful night scene.

He felt itchy in his heart, thinking that Mu Qingyun said that he deliberately strolled around casually, so he simply told Zhang Lan and went out.

Walking along the simple but exquisite path beside the flowers, admiring the flowers all the way, he was fascinated for a moment. Zhao Yang didn't see the raised stone under his feet, so he slipped. In order to hide from the flowers next to him, he put one hand on the rockery.

Click.

There was a crisp sound in his ears. Before he could react, he fell into the trap door.

Zhao Yang was startled, but in an instant, he realized that this should be the basement of the old house, and it was not a strange place.

Turning around, I saw that the decoration is simple, well ventilated, not stuffy at all, and has a light floral fragrance.
Chapter completed!