If she told Song Chengyi that she really came from the future more than 30 years later, would Song Chengyi send her to a neurotic hospital? Or would she put her on fire and burn her to death? She felt chilled and her face was pale.

When Song Chengyi saw her little face that was originally red, she turned white little by little, and she became nervous: "What's wrong? Is it because the water choking into the lungs? It's very uncomfortable, right?"

Wanning quickly shook her head and waved her hand, no.

Song Chengzhi was confused. Why did he seem to be the one who caused the disaster? But he seemed to have done nothing wrong, right? But now, he admired this girl from the bottom of his heart, and he had to count on her to solve her problems in the future. "Wanning, I'm sorry!" I shouldn't underestimate you at the beginning.

Wanning quickly adjusted her emotions and showed a smile of disregard.

Song Chengyi still looked at her with concern: "Don't it matter?"

Wan Ning picked up the pen: 'It's okay, I'm fine.'

Song Chengzhi naturally saw what she wrote and said happily: "I just think it's okay? What can you do if you choke? Didn't we often get choked when we were young? Wanning, are you okay? I have a lot of questions here, so you can help me." He was so happy with a smile on his face.

Song Chengyi asked softly: "How is it? Is it OK? If you are sleepy, go back to sleep."

A little flame ignited in Song Chengzhi's heart: Brother, I won't take you to break up like this. She's gone. There are so many questions, and we can't study them together and go tomorrow morning?

Fortunately, Mu Wanning seemed to hear his heart, nodded, gave a thumbs up, and said that she could do it.

Song Chengzhi was happy and found all the key problems. Wan Ning couldn't speak, and she relied on writing them all. She calculated them step by step, and I don't know how many draft papers I used.

In her last life, four years of college, she studied for a master's degree in her postgraduate entrance examination. For her, these high school questions were like the springs of memory. At this moment, all of them were pouring out. The hour hand pointed to the late night little by little, but she didn't notice it. Song Chengzhi became more and more excited. Many dead ends that she had been unable to understand before were now like crossroads, and she could go there.

In my life, I have never written so many words. After finishing a question, Wan Ning put down her pen, moved her stiff neck, twisted her waist twice, and yawned in a delicate manner.

Song Chengyi said, "Okay, let's get here today, it's very late."

Song Chengzhi was not willing to: "Don't, brother, I have a lot more!"

"She will live here from now on. Are you afraid you won't have a chance to ask? It's very late today, rest!"

Song Chengzhi looked at the rusty alarm clock on the desk. It was past twelve o'clock: "Okay, let's continue tomorrow, Wanning, thank you!"

After this night, Song Chengzhi saw Mu Wanning's eyes changed. Wanning shook her head to him and said she didn't need to thank him. She didn't stop writing just now, but now she suddenly felt sleepy and wanted to sleep.

"Let's go, I'll take you to the room."

As soon as Song Chengyi finished speaking, Xiaozhi said, "Brother, don't go down today, let's sleep together."

Without waiting for Song Chengyi to answer, he continued: "When I was a child, we three brothers slept together. I haven't slept with you for many years."

Song Chengyi finally said, "Okay, I'll send her over first."
Chapter completed!