The Growth of the Music Goddess

Chapter 45 Now he is dead!

Hey!
what's the situation?
How could my uncle be here!

Nangong shrank his neck silently, and said hello timidly: "Uncle."

Nangong Yuting closed the notebook and looked at him casually.

At that moment, Nangong Mo had the illusion that he was being targeted by a poisonous snake.

His parents were not around since he was a child. He was brought up by his grandfather, and the words he heard most were his uncle...

Therefore, he was instinctively afraid of this uncle who was only 12 years older than him.

Nangong Yuting withdrew his gaze, and said slowly, "Is the score out?"

Nangong Mo, who couldn't figure out what he was thinking, replied honestly: "Yes, uncle."

Nangong Mo was very strange.

Why did my uncle suddenly ask about his score today?

Before he could figure it out, he saw a hand suddenly appearing in front of him.

Immediately afterwards, a clear voice fell into his ears: "Bring it."

Nangong Mo: "???" What is this asking him to take?
Until he caught sight of his uncle's impatient gaze, he hastily opened his schoolbag, took out the test paper, and handed it to him.

Then, Nangong Mo saw it with his own eyes, and his uncle's face darkened to the extreme.

Miserable, this time he is dead!
Nangong Yuting's expression was normal, but in Nangong Mo's view, it was a sign of his uncle's anger.

He immediately put his head in his hands: "Uncle, I know I'm not smart, next time... next time I will definitely work hard and try to do better in the exam."

Seeing that the child was about to be terribly frightened, Nangong Yuting casually threw the test paper to him: "Reflect on yourself."

Nangong Mo nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, I must reflect on myself."

After several words, Nangong Mo almost lost his soul.

Nima, uncle is too scary!

I thought it was over like this.

However, when he returned to the old house, he suddenly said "Go face the wall and think about the past", which made Nangongmo's scalp tingle.

He wouldn't foolishly think that this was talking to the housekeeper.

Suddenly, he was like a deflated balloon, wilting.

Nangongmo replied weakly "Got it", and consciously went to face the wall and thought about it.

Because he didn't dare to disobey Nangong Yuting's words, Nangong Mo went to school with big dark circles under his eyes the next day.

As a result, when Quan Rin saw Nangong Mo, he smiled shamelessly: "Hahaha, stupid, you were a thief last night? Such heavy dark circles."

Nangongmo gave this guy an angry look, snorted arrogantly, and ignored him.

He must study hard and make progress every day!
It stands to reason that with Nangong Mo's grades, he would not be able to enter Class [-].

But... who gave him the surname Nangong?

Seeing Nangong Mo's serious appearance, Quan Rin's mouth twitched.

Is this guy a ghost?
After muttering something in a low voice, Quan Rin opened the textbook and started to read carefully.

The study in the third year of high school is boring.

In addition to doing questions or doing questions every day.

Even 10 minutes after class, some teachers have to delay the time and try to talk about as many topics as possible...

Therefore, teasing Nangong Mo every day is a small pleasure for Quan Rin this day.

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Compared with other high schools, City No. [-] Middle School is quite humane.

At least, the school gave the students a lot of convenience during the lunch time.

Even in the third year of high school, there is no more than an hour of lunch break.

School at noon.

Quan Rin stepped forward and put his arm around Nangong Mo's shoulder: "Zu Mo, what do you want to eat today, I invite you."

Nangong took his hand away silently: "I don't want to eat, I want to study."

Quan Rin: "..." Is this still the Nangong Mo he knew?

What about treating your studies like dung?

(End of this chapter)