The Big Brother’s Little Ancestor is So Sweet

  Chapter 47 The world's first cutest at the same table (47)

  The days passed by unhurriedly.

  The monthly test results at the end of November will be released, and the seats and the same table will be exchanged according to the score ranking.

   In order to continue to be at the same table with Shiyou, Luo Cimian worked hard to review it for the first time.

  Luo Cimian just doesn't study, his brain is very smart.

  I was admitted to Jiangbei High School by strength.

   After the monthly exam results came down, Shiyou scored first in total and Luo Cimian was second in total, almost shocking everyone's jaws.

Do not! meeting! Bar!

   This news completely shocked Ye Ze and the others.

   Watching Luo Cimian's back in the classroom suddenly become sacred and tall, several people whispered.

   "Brother Mian is so awesome!! It really gave us a face!" Several people were proud of him.

   Ye Ze thiefly smiled, "The boy who fell in love is so powerful."

  Wei Bei: "With whom? Do I have a 2G network? When did it happen? What did I miss?!"

   Jiang Xia: "Who else can I go with! Of course it's a little fairy."

   "I didn't see that Brother Mian was in a good mood these few days, it seemed like a rippling breath, and the spring breeze was blowing across his face."

Ye Ze touched his face and said melancholy, "Hey, I also want to find someone to make progress together with me. I was admitted to Tsinghua University and Peking University, but unfortunately no one loves me. My face is not bad. These girls are really bad. know how to appreciate..."

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   At first, everyone suspected that Luo Cimian was just blindfolded, until afterward, Luo Cimian was among the best in exams of all sizes.

   Everyone gradually accepted the fact that "as long as the school bully is willing, he can crush most people academically".

  Luo Yishen dropped to third in the total score by one point.

   On the day of the change of positions, Shi You, who was the first in the class, and Luo Cimian, who was the second in the class, chose the positions first, and the two chose to stay put.

   The head teacher Wang Fang was a little suspicious.

   Is there something wrong with the two of them?

   I don't blame her for being sensitive, but as the head teacher of a group of seventeen or eighteen-year-old children, she always thinks about this.

  Wang Fang thought about it carefully, and then denied the guess.

   Not to mention that Luo Cimian, a student who often sleeps in class, just looks at Shiyou, it is impossible for him to fall in love early.

  Shiyou looks like a well-behaved person. From the time she transferred to the present, she has been concentrating and conscientious in her studies. Several teachers have praised her, saying that she has a good learning attitude and is a good seedling.

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   Break time between classes.

   Wen Nuan came to Shiyou with a box of strawberry milk and put it on her table, "Shiyou classmate, this is the thank you gift from last time."

   Shiyou took the milk, inserted the straw into it, and took two sips, "It's delicious."

   Warm still stood there and didn't leave, as if he wanted to say something.

   Shiyou raised her eyebrows, wondering why the heroine didn't leave.

   "I don't quite understand two of the math papers I sent out yesterday. Can I ask you for help?" Wen Nuan said shyly.

   Shiyou blinked, "Now?"

   "Can you? Will it bother you?"

   "I can do it, but that doesn't mean I can speak."

   Warm took out the exam paper hidden behind him, and said in a soft voice, "It's okay, can you tell me your thoughts?"

   "Yeah." Shiyou picked up the pen and opened a blank page of scratch paper.

   "You draw directly on my test paper, it's okay."

   Shiyou changed a pencil, marked her exam paper, and told her thoughts.

  Tell her the hardest question in the easiest way.

   He listened to Shi Youyuan's explanation warmly, and whispered "um" from time to time.

   The faces of the two were more than ten centimeters apart, and their elbows were almost touching.

   The school tyrant who woke up at some point frowned: This girl is a bit...an eyesore.

   (end of this chapter)