My imagination has come true

Chapter 3 Libraries

Putting aside all the chores, Mu Qingyun calmed down and took out the math test paper, and took a few pens to write the questions.

It's better to hurry up and save her precarious mind first.

To get this plot to end quickly, the first step is that she has to run towards the first place in the college entrance examination, and things have come to this point, and she can only do her best.

She originally thought that her hopes were slim, but once she really devoted herself to her studies, Mu Qingyun found that it was quite different from before. She suddenly entered a state of forgetting both things and me.

At this moment, she didn't seem to be studying, but was tasting the delicious food cooked by the chef.

Mathematics and other sciences are like eating steak or ribs, delicious and a bit strenuous.

As for the liberal arts, it is like Sixi meatballs and braised pork, which are fragrant and delicious, and melt in the mouth.

No matter how difficult the problem is, no matter how difficult the difficulty is, the more time-consuming and labor-intensive it is to climb, the more exciting Mu Qingyun feels.

The magical effect of God's reward for diligence is really moving to tears.

She used to be a scumbag who needed to escape like a fish in the desert after studying for more than 10 minutes, but now it's like changing a top-notch engine.

[Intelligence +0.001+0.001..., Spirit +0.001+0.001]

Visible to the naked eye, intelligence and spirit are constantly increasing, and the brain seems to be clearer every minute than before.

I don't know if the plot is over, can "Heavenly rewards those who work hard" stay?
Mu Qingyun doesn't like the script, but he likes this system very much.

She wants to be admitted to a particularly good university, to find a particularly good job, to earn a lot of money, to buy her own house, and to have a happy life.

She still remembers that her grandparents were sick, and she was the only one busy. But that time when Mu Aizhen took her classmates to play, her classmates misunderstood that she was the family's nanny. Mu Aizhen laughed madly while nodding. Grandpa and grandma are also laughing there.

As if what a funny joke it was!

Is it funny?She is having a hard time.

Everyone said that she was three years old and old. If Mu Aizhen was a white swan, then she, Mu Qingyun, was a toad, not even an ugly duckling. An ugly duckling can turn into a swan, but she couldn't.

It's rare to encounter a miracle, just in time for the holiday, so it's more important to study.

Mu Qingyun took a deep breath, lay down on the table and worked hard to make up her homework.

The lights on the balcony were dim.

She could faintly hear Sun Xiaomei's muttering angrily outside, but she couldn't hear what she said clearly, it must be something bad.

Not long after, her father Mu Siping seemed to be off work, and went into the living room to say a few words, Mu Qingyun heard his familiar footsteps, and sure enough, someone came and knocked on the door soon.

Mu Siping was helpless, hesitated to speak, scratched his head and smiled wryly: "Ah Qing, please calm down, don't make trouble with your aunt and sister all day long, your aunt is not easy enough, treat you and your daughter It doesn't make any difference, if you look like this, hey... okay, it's so late, let's go cook quickly."

Mu Qingyun sneered, cooking has never been a hard job for her, but it depends on whether she is willing or not.

"Dad, what you said is really nice, don't say it again in the future, now, let me listen to something."

Reaching out to turn on the phone's recording—"It's not worth it for you to be angry because of an idiot like Mu Qingyun... For that idiot, she won't even be able to go to college, and she will be a hard worker in the future."

Through the mobile phone, Sun Xiaomei's voice was sharp and piercing, becoming more and more mean.

Mu Siping was taken aback.

Mu Qingyun spread her hands: "But as you said, the college entrance examination is very important, it is important to Mu Aizhen and Mu Aibao, and it is also important to me. This Auntie Sun who treats me as her own daughter is like this. What can I do?"

"From today, I will do what the two of them do at home. If they don't do it, don't look for me."

"Also, tell Sun Xiaomei that if she doesn't want me to play these recordings to the neighbors in our community, the teachers and students in No. [-] Middle School, then don't make trouble all day long."

After leaving the words, Mu Qingyun closed the door.

"puff!"

Maybe there is something really wrong with her. What she dared not say in her heart before seems to be able to spit it out easily.

Mu Siping touched his nose, his lips trembled, and he looked at Sun Xiaomei in disbelief.

Sun Xiaomei was so angry that her stomach hurt, and her face was blue and gray. When she saw Mu Siping looking at her like this, she became even angrier. She lowered her voice and said angrily, "What? I can't lose my temper yet! Could it be that I'm wrong, look at you This is a good daughter, she is recording and making noise, and she still wants to compete with us Ah Zhen and Ah Bao!"

She hated in her heart: she deserves it too!
Based on Mu Qingyun's grades, it's a ghost that he can be admitted to any good school.

Having said that, Sun Xiaomei calmed down a bit.

She is quite a face-saving person, especially the face of a pair of children.

Mu Qingyun suddenly realized that as long as he could think about it, these people and these things are actually very easy to deal with.

She has been miserable all these years, and more than half of it is her own fault.

If she continues her original life trajectory, her future life is likely to encounter one tragedy after another and eventually become a joke.

She is not happy.

Soon, Mu Qingyun put all the unpleasant things behind her, but it was really annoying to stay at home and see each other with Mu Aizhen and the others.

The next day, she went straight out with her textbooks, and made an appointment with Wang Mengmeng to do homework in the library.

The library is very close. It is very convenient to go out of the gate of the community and cross the pedestrian crossing. It takes less than 10 minutes to go back and forth.

When Mu Qingyun passed by, Wang Mengmeng was squatting in the direction of the novel reading area, and when he saw her, he rushed over and tugged at her sleeve: "Look, Zhao Yang."

Mu Qingyun raised his head upon hearing this.

Sure enough, it was Zhao Yang, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, a straight nose, and a clean face.It's the kind of actor in a school idol drama.

Especially pleasing to the eye.

He is making up lessons for a classmate who also lives in the family courtyard of No. [-] Middle School. His name is Zhang Lan.

After living in one place for so long, I don't see each other when I look up, and I know them when I look down.

It's been cold recently, and it's hard to find a table in the library. After all, there are floor-to-ceiling windows, and there are plane trees outside the windows. The indoor sunlight is transparent, the lights are bright and there is heating.

The hot water supply is also sufficient and the air is fresh.

Now it's Zhao Yang and the others occupying a four-person table, and no one is crowded around. Mu Qingyun is carrying a schoolbag, holding textbooks, exercise books, test papers and other miscellaneous things. His hands are a little tired, and he looks around again. Not even a single vacant table.

Considering the troubles that might be caused by sitting next to the school girl, and the weight on her hands seemed incomparable, she stretched out her hand and pulled Wang Mengmeng to sit there.

Wang Mengmeng: "Oh!"

After sitting for a while, Mu Qingyun was flipping through her schoolbag, and Wang Mengmeng quietly passed a small note to her—"Did you feel it?"This quiet atmosphere. '

'If you don't read quietly in the library, is it possible that everyone is playing disco? '

Mu Qingyun laughed.

Her classmates were all reserved, and they were too embarrassed to stare blankly, and they all quietly glanced at her with small eyes.

Zhao Yang was obviously also a little surprised, but he didn't say anything.Mu Qingyun nodded at him and started to do his homework.

Mu Qingyun is very thick-skinned now, and he completely ignores this little peeping.

There are ten papers for each subject, both front and back. Others include copying, reciting, dictation, plus correcting mistakes in the previous month's test paper.

She gathered up the pile of homework and put it away in different categories, so she concentrated on it and started to write homework enthusiastically.

She was studying the questions happily, but after a while, she heard Wang Mengmeng, like a kitten who couldn't sit still, rubbing here and there, and soon she couldn't sit still, and piled a pile of papers in front of her, humming softly Hmph: "Honey, help me correct the wrong question. My tutor is really interesting. He doesn't even explain it, and asks him to correct it without giving the answer? If I can do it, can I still be wrong?"

One was not caught, so Wang Mengmeng ran to read those novels and comics.

Silently observing Wang Mengmeng's cheerful back, Mu Qingyun took the messy papers stacked on the table and corrected them one by one for her.

At first she didn't pay much attention to it, but after changing it, she was a little surprised.

These test papers are actually very interesting, and some of them are very good. She was a little surprised. She never expected that Wang Mengmeng could find such a capable tutor?

At first glance at some topics, Mu Qingyun found it very difficult, but it doesn't matter, it's just time to straighten out the train of thought and sort out those complicated formulas and various knowledge points.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and she changed seven or eight sheets in one breath, and she also went from stumbling to being able to do a job with ease.

The speed of answering questions is getting faster and faster. At the beginning, it takes more than a dozen or 10 minutes to correct a mistake, and then you can find the trick with a glance.

The analysis steps are used less and less, and the ideas are more sophisticated and novel.

Mu Qingyun immersed himself in the questions, and Zhang Lan, who was on the opposite side, watched as he was negligent, and their test papers were taken away by the young lady next door.

"..."

Zhao Yang also showed a little embarrassment on his face, coughed lightly, and just about to ask for the test paper, Zhang Lan slapped him: "You also know that you have a troublesome face, since you have no intentions, don't give others a chance. "

Zhang Lan blinked and whispered, "I'll take it back secretly later."

Otherwise, it will be another trouble to let someone use the test paper as an excuse to make right and wrong.

Thinking about it, he found it funny again, and said softly: "I remember her name is Mu Qingyun, our neighbor, she is from No. [-] Middle School, hehe, she must doubt life after a while."

His test papers are all produced by top teachers with 40 years of teaching experience. They are known as "the mountain of swords and the sea of ​​fire" in the No. [-] Middle School. Except for Zhao Yang, who is a student like him, the other students do the test papers once. One layer of skin.

As for the students in the thirteenth middle school, I'm afraid they will be scared to death if they take a look at it.

Zhao Yang shook his head, ignoring the kid's evil intentions.

Not long after, Mu Qingyun stopped writing, stretched his waist, and took the water glass to pour water. Zhang Lan's hands and feet were light and fast, and swished back the test paper he had aimed for a long time ago.

"Hey, let me see, huh?"

Zhao Yang didn't raise his head, just heard Zhang Lan whispering in his ears, just like stand-up comedy, reading a book accompanied by this sound, after getting used to it, it relieved the pressure quite a bit.

After a while, I heard Zhang Lan gasp: "Good guy, is this scribbled? Brother Yang, you helped me do this question, how could it be wrong?"

Zhao Yang froze for a moment, frowned slightly, looked down at the book for a while, and finally raised his head and took the test paper out of Zhang Lan's hand. He was careless at first, but gradually became fascinated, with a dignified expression.

Zhang Lan's eyeballs were about to pop out: "Huh? Did the [-]th High School really do the right thing?"

Zhao Yang: "..."

He took out the test paper and stuffed it into his sleeve without saying a word.

(End of this chapter)