The Cold Lord God Always Acts Like a Spoiled Brat To Me

  The phone rang again and again.

   Are you annoying?

  Jiang Ye frowned and picked up the phone, took a look and paused.

  Tan Junxi: 【High-frequency Key Vocabulary in Senior Three English.pdf】

  Tan Junxi: [Summary of Common Mistakes in Senior Mathematics.pdf]

  Tan Junxi: 【Physics...】

  Several posts in a row.

  Tan Junxi: [Take a look at the test tomorrow. 】

  Jiang Ye held the mobile phone with one hand and typed: [You are a freshman in high school, where did you do this. 】

  The other party replied: [Just look at it, I can't cheat you. 】

  Jiang Ye is convinced, this person is really smart, but smartness is useless in the right way, so he must contribute to society in this life!

【dont see. 】Jiang Ye absently replied,【When did I review it. 】

  Tan Junxi: 【Oh. 】

  Tan Junxi: [Then sell it for me, 50 a piece. 】

  Jiang Ye:? ? ?

  Jiang Ye: [6. 】

  Jiang Ye: [I'll pay 25 yuan for a portion, and I'll sell it for you. 】

  He wants the middleman to make the difference!

  Tan Junxi: 【…】

  Tan Junxi: [OK, wait for me, I'll send you the document. 】

  Jiang Ye: [Isn't it just the above? I’ll make a group to sell it, someone has no brains to ask you for this]

  Tan Junxi: 【No. 】

  Tan Junxi: [The above is aimed at you, others are not like you, so don’t read these. 】

   Immediately after Tan Junxi threw him a document, Jiang Ye rolled his eyes, and it was indeed different.

  He frowned, and pulled a group to ask who wanted it. He kept it for him, but it was useless to look for him. Everyone knew Jiang Ye very well. He heard that the first grader said so, so he had to buy it!

   So they transferred money one after another.

   "Damn, someone really bought it." Jiang Ye whispered, as if he had found a new way to make money.

  He transferred all the money to Tan Junxi, turned the pen in his hand, and looked up at the moon outside the window.

   is the past night, full of stars.

   Everyone is so enthusiastic... It's not like he can't force himself to review.

   It would be too embarrassing if I really passed the exam.

  The parents will be asked, this reason is not acceptable.

   Or learn it.

  Jiang Ye made up his mind and clicked on the document that Tan Junxi shared at the beginning. Two seconds later, his eyes turned black and he exited.

   In fact, it is not impossible to fail the exam.

  Is face important to living?

  Fifteen minutes passed...

   Half an hour has passed...

  Three hours have passed...

   After one night.

   There was a sound of "snap!"

  The boy knocked his forehead against the edge of the table.

  The back shoulder blades are thin and protruding.

   "Fuck." Jiang Ye stood up rubbing his forehead, looked at the paper full of drafts in front of him, his mind was full of mathematical formulas, and he listened to English in his ears.

   What a broken exam!

   The boss has to review it himself!

  Don't you have long hands?

  Jiang Ye hasn't had this kind of surprise review experience before the exam for many years, and now he enjoys the exclusive membership version, so that when he arrives at the exam room, he is sleepy and drowsy, and barely refreshes himself after drinking a whole can of soda.

  Looking like he didn't get enough sleep, his face was gloomy as if he was going to kill someone in the next second.

  He is cold and handsome, and his whole body is cold, but he is a little scary.

  #Summer limited cool moment

  #Jiang’s low air pressure

  # Haven’t woken up from the overlord status yet

  His tablemate was shocked when he saw it: "Brother Ye, do you want to become a fairy?"

   It was Li Zhangcheng who shook him hard in class yesterday.

   "Sleep for a while." Jiang Ye was quite irritable. He found the seat number in the examination room, hooked the chair out with one foot, and lay down directly. The bones of the back of the neck protruded, and the bones were clear and strong.

   "Brother Ye, remember to show me the paper! Don't forget what you said last night." The deskmate winked.

   "Don't count on me." Jiang Ye sneered, "I can't even count on myself."

   Until a teacher handed out papers, the invigilator stood on the podium and looked at Jiang Ye, frowning.

  The examination room is not in their classroom, and the people around them are not all classmates.

  The papers were passed on one by one, until Jiang Ye was still sleeping, and it was the classmate behind who patted him anxiously, with a pitifully soft voice: "Student Jiang..."

  Jiang Ye was still in a dream, feeling angry about getting up, his face was quite cold and grim, and he looked back in agitation, his eyes were bloodshot, facing a plain white face.