My imagination has come true

Chapter 41 Invitation

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

Liu Fang sneered: "What do you want to show off, as long as you can, you are capable, and have the ability to go to the teacher who gave you the test papers for the college entrance examination?"

Wang Mengmeng pursed her lips, and snorted: "Twitter, it's so noisy, let's talk about what we say, what does it have to do with so-and-so, add drama by yourself, I hate it."

Liu Fang's complexion turned ugly, and she glared at Mu Qingyun, holding back her anger and said, "I want to see if the big squad leader who still wants to shoot short videos to impress the public can get the grades a squad leader should have in the exam."

Mu Qingyun: "..."

She didn't seem to speak.

Occasionally, I see classmates quarreling and quarreling because of the exam, but they are not angry, but a little fresh air blows to my face.

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

"The other side said that Liu Fang must be overwhelmed in the mid-term exam. She always hates it."

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

Make an appointment at Wang Mengmeng's house first.

Wang Mengmeng's mother is very good at baking. Even Zhao Yang put a bag of baked biscuits in his backpack and gave them to Grandma Qiao.

Later, it was changed to Zhao Yang's house.

Grandma Qiao canceled her sunset tea party for this reason.

On the third day, Mu Qingyun naturally asked Wang Mengmeng, as well as Zhao Yang and Zhang Lan.

Zhou Yuanyuan and Fang Mo's family hired tutors and had to make up lessons every day, so they couldn't participate in their small group activities.The two didn't say anything, but they still looked a little unhappy and somewhat regretful. Wang Mengmeng coaxed them sweetly for a long time before coaxing them well.

Mu Qingyun's target is Zhao Yang, but it's not good to only ask him out.

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

The water of Taohu Lake is rippling, and a layer of golden fallen leaves is spread on the shore of the lake.

Wang Mengmeng followed Mu Qingyun, stepping on the beautiful path of the landscape avenue, amazed all the way.

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

The people of the Ming Dynasty naturally appreciate these ancient buildings very much. Looking at the exquisite carvings on the cornices and brackets, Zhao Yang's eyes almost overflowed with light.

Wang Mengmeng pinched her phone, wishing she could post hundreds of Moments to show off.

"Ah Qing, Auntie has such awesome relatives. They borrow this kind of house whenever they want. God, why do you want to live with your father? Your stepmother is not good to you."

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

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

She used to be a little jealous of others mentioning that she was sent to her father's house by her mother, but now that she left that house, she looked down on it.

Leading the little friends who turned back step by step to the study.

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

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

Several people were chatting while doing their homework.

Mu Qingyun wrote her English paper smoothly, but Wang Mengmeng couldn't sit still after writing for a while. She pulled out her mobile phone and swiped Mu Qingyun's video.

"Ah, Ah Qing, someone picked it up and said that the person Ah Qing and you filmed in the boxing gym is an Internet celebrity, whose surname is Fang, but his reputation is not good. He once went to the program group of the Jianghu Club of Ming Dynasty to challenge the winner. It turned out that there was some hidden weapon hidden on his body, which broke Qin Bofan's arms."

"Ah, I remember that Qin Bofan's fans made a lot of noise at that time, and they kept complaining about their idols."

"But Qin Bofan has always stood up to refute the rumors, saying that he was not careful, and it has nothing to do with the Internet celebrity surnamed Fang. Those fans feel sorry for him."

Wang Mengmeng chattered non-stop.

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

Sure enough, Fang Zhilong's identity had been found out on the Internet, and there was a little bit of enthusiasm, and Qin Bofan's fans came to applaud and thank her for avenging their idol.

Some people also said that this must be a hype, Fang Zhilong pretended to be 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, which is not very disturbing, but makes people feel intoxicated in nature.

Zhao Yang listened intently to Wang Mengmeng and Mu Qingyun's muttering, and couldn't help but think that it turned out that he didn't play with all his friends because they would feel bored.

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 aesthetic feeling. After reading the book for a while, Zhao Yang stared at the garden outside the window to appreciate it carefully.

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

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

Mu Qingyun smiled, took a look at her test paper, and nodded: "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 a meal, you play by yourself ?”

Wang Mengmeng's eyeballs lit up with a brush.

The game room is right next to the library. When you push the small door, you can see a different science fiction world at a glance.

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 sitting around and talking.

Wang Mengmeng and Zhang Lan plunged into it, and were soon immersed in the game, completely unaware of what Xixi is. Zhao Yang shook his head, seeing the master went out to the kitchen, so he had to play with them for a while.

Zhao Yang is naturally indifferent to games, that is to say, Zhang Lan likes them, and he just plays with them occasionally.

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

The screen wall not far away is particularly peculiar. It looks like the carving is in the pre-disaster style, but the pattern is full of stars and a beautiful night.

He didn't feel itching in his heart, and thought of Mu Qingyun saying that he could wander around freely, so he just explained to Zhang Lan and went out.

Walking along the simple and exquisite path beside the flowers, Zhao Yang was fascinated by admiring them all the way. Zhao Yang didn't see the raised stones under his feet.

Click.

There was a crisp sound in his ear, and before he could react, he fell through the trap door.

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

Looking around, the decoration is simple, well ventilated, not stuffy at all, and there is a touch of floral fragrance.

Zhao Yang hesitated for a while, and couldn't find the mechanism to open the door after groping for a long time, but he took out his mobile phone, and he was not in a hurry at all, the signal on the mobile phone was full.

(End of this chapter)