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Song Yu and Ji Nanfeng were quiet. I don’t know where they saw a ball kicking in the garden. In such cold weather, both of them took off their coats and put on a sweater, and they were still sweating.
Moyungui barbecue black leather coat is handsome and cool, but working as a food stall uncle does not affect his handsomeness at all.
Sheng Qingqing has many taboos about eating. Today, she said that she wanted to invite her friends to have a barbecue. He didn’t intend to let her eat, but she didn’t want to spoil her mood, so she agreed.
Anyone who eats ink clouds at the entrance is personally involved.
Moyungui finished baking, and the two bear children were tired of playing. They excitedly picked it up and ate it. Moyungui kept getting something for her behind Shengqingqing, but they didn’t eat anything.
In mid-November, it was already winter in Qingcheng Mountain, and it was not suitable for you to sit outside for too long. After eating the barbecue, you went back to the room with the strike, but you left the ink cloud to accompany Ji Nanfeng and Song Yu.
"This garden is my mother’s last birthday present to me. I want to stay here every year. It will be more beautiful when I wait for plum blossoms in the snow garden!" Sheng Qingqing and Sheng Song can clearly see their figure in the south wind when they sit on the balcony.
"Then we’ll come and play when it snows. My little brother’s snowman is beautiful. Let him pile it there and we can see it in our room!" Sheng Sheng pointed to the lawn on the balcony.
"Well, Mo Yungui will also let them invite everyone to dinner in the two competitions to see who loses!" Sheng Qingqing was struck, and the sadness of revisiting the old place gradually dispersed.
After a crazy day’s play, the mid-term exam of the first semester of senior one is ushered in without coming back from the weekend joy
Chapter 57 Small ye where this face dare not to eat?
Two days before the exam, Ji Nanfeng burned the midnight oil and tied a piece of cloth with the words "a decisive mid-term exam" to show that he was going to avenge himself. He even hung up the do not disturb sign on his door.
Ji Qingshan went to the door and peeked a few times. This little boy was serious and didn’t look like a show to him.
It seems that this little teacher has done a good job and it has worked.
Not bad.
Shen Jiaran specifically told the two children in the kitchen to take the exam. The kitchen snack should always be ready to eat at any time in case of hunger.
Master Ji and old lady Ji think that the so-called child is just a small exam. Where can we get such a big battle? So what if we get the last place in the exam?
Who in his family dares to beat his little five!
However, master Ji also feels honored by his grandson’s attitude. He is a good boy he taught.
Math and chemistry are the only subjects in Ji Nanfeng, but all his subjects sleep all the way.
Chinese and English are all based on one thing: high grades are not obvious.
All the advice given to him during the strike is that he can quickly get high grades in political history in these two days, so that the total score of less minor courses will not be too ugly, and he can also rank before the exam
Ji Nanfeng recited the key points of his sister’s painting several times. Although I can’t say yes, I have never been so worried before the exam on July 7th. This time it is really more serious than the time of the senior high school entrance examination.
The exam ranking is based on the results of the next month’s exam, and the first time is the first place in the class.
Song Yu and Ji Nanfeng were arranged in the last examination room, and Sheng Qingqing was also arranged in the last examination room because he did not take the exam, and he also sat behind Ji Nanfeng.
Sheng Qingqing is good at English and Chinese, but he is better than him.
Ji Nanfeng turned his head to get close to Sheng Qingqing. "Qingqing is a good brother, right?"
Sheng Qingqing grabbed his pencil case. "A Sheng just specifically told me that if the exam helps you cheat, you will give me a break-up, Ji Xiaogong, and you will ask for more happiness!"
"My sister is just teasing you. How can she break up with you if she likes you so much?"
"I called the teacher!"
"Come on, can’t I do it myself?" Ji Nanfeng saw that the invigilator had come in.
The male teacher with glasses, he knows four famous people in one middle school, and he is famous for arresting one invigilator, so he doesn’t expect to copy Sheng Qingqing!
Alas, God is really cruel to him. After slapping his left face, he has to slap his right face.
The most headache for Chinese is the text. I haven’t understood what it is after reading it for a long time. Is there something wrong with the questioner? Is it not good to be a little simpler?
Crush my head and gather enough words to write neatly according to my sister’s requirements.
The south wind in math season is not afraid. The biggest headache is English. He doesn’t expect anything. Go with your feelings.
But it’s still Shengqingqing. That girl still has a little conscience. She threw a note to him when she handed in the answer sheet, and of course gave a copy to the sad Song Yu.
Ji Nanfeng felt guilty, looked left and right, and then painted the answer sheet with excitement, which greatly relieved him.
Leaned back by the path "invite you to dinner at noon!" "
"Do you have money?" ChengQingQing disdain hum.
Ji Nanfeng felt his pocket with no confidence and answered, "Where’s the tacky little master’s face? Dare not let him eat!"
Sheng Qingqing smiles at the south wind in the season. This expression is a true portrayal of the landlord’s fool!
The invigilator found the movement here and immediately came over. "What’s going on here?"
Sheng Qingqing stood up and said, "Teacher, I will hand in my papers!"
The invigilator looked over and found nothing, which made her out of the examination room.
Ji Nanfeng found two sentences in Xiaowen’s casual reading questions, filled the horizontal lines and handed in the roll paper.
Next, the minor subject recited several big questions before the south wind, and actually touched a few to repay Sheng Qingqing’s English answers. He also specially copied a few big questions he had determined and gave them to Sheng Qingqing.
Sheng Qingqing is too lazy to recite the exam at ordinary times. Naturally, many students can’t do it, but what she calls grades is also an attitude of holding no, no.
When I saw Ji Nanfeng risking his life to answer, I was shocked. It’s rare for me to be so confident. If I don’t write, it’s just a heart of Langji Xiaogong.
After the last exam, Ji Nanfeng sighed heavily and stretched himself. The first thing to do, of course, was to go back to the classroom to find my sister.