The monthly exam will come in the blink of an eye.

Although the students prayed thousands of times that the exam came later, the day of the exam came.

I took two Chinese mathematics exams in the morning, and it was almost twelve o'clock after finishing math.

Most of the students went to have dinner, and only a few people were left sitting in their seats to answer the answers.

Gu Yier and Lin Weiyue came back from the toilet together to take the meal card to go to the cafeteria for dinner. When they were about to leave, they were stopped by a boy.

"Gu Yier, what is the answer to the last little question of your math question?"

Gu Yier thought for a while: "2."

The boy breathed a sigh of relief: "You are 2 too, then I'll feel relieved."

Gu Yier felt that this sounded a bit like a swearing person. He was about to speak when he saw the boy saying to Si Yi who was still thinking about him: "Si Yi, Gu Yier calculated 2, it must be that you calculated it wrong."

Si Yi bit the pen and looked up at her, looking unwilling: "Did you calculate 2?"

Gu Yier nodded: "Yes."

"It's impossible 2." Si Yi pointed at Lin Weiyue with his chin, "Primary school student, what's your answer?"

Lin Weiyue was so angry: "Don't call me a primary school student!"

"Okay, class representative, what did you calculate?"

Lin Weiyue looked at Gu Yier hesitantly and expressed her answer: "Root number 2."

Si Yi suddenly stood up and slapped the table: "The class representative is worthy of being the class representative!"

Several people gathered together to discuss the answer. Gu Yier looked at the question copied on the draft paper. No matter how you read it, he felt that the answer could not be root number 2.

Fu Qingxu sat in his seat, and several people around him were discussing around his desk in full swing. Finally, Gu Yier asked him: "Fu Qingxu, how many are you?"

“2.”

Gu Yier said with satisfaction: "The three of us calculated 2. You have few people, so you must be wrong."

Si Yi pointed at the place where he had just written the steps and said word by word: "Then you can find a mistake for these steps I wrote."

"Then I just wrote it, you also found a mistake."

The five people divided into two factions and argued for one question. They followed two steps to solve the problem, and each step was correct. In theory, the answers calculated should be the same, but they just didn't know what went wrong.

The last big question is actually only a score of six points, but the higher the grade ranking, the less the score difference, and the six points can be left behind, so everyone is right to bite themselves and are unwilling to let go.

After a long time, Gu Yier couldn't find a result. He was a little annoyed and said directly: "Are you going to bet?"

Si Yi responded: "Come on, what are you betting on?"

"I'm going to win, you sent a message to your friends and said, Dad, I'm wrong, @ me."

Si Yi was amused and crying: "If you want your son, just give birth to one by yourself. What's the point of taking advantage of me?"

Gu Yier is really obsessed with his father's identity.

"What if I could take advantage of you? I asked him to call me dad every day." Gu Yier hugged his chest, "Are you scared?"

Si Yi raised his eyebrows: "It's not easy to want a son like me. Just give birth to me."

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“…”

Gu Yier exploded: "You think beautifully!"

Finally, I made a bet, and whoever lost the bet would win would call him dad in front of the whole class.

The other three refused to participate, and abandoned dignity and called people dad for a six-point question. They were not stupid.

So there are only two people who are serious about the kindergarten class who have not graduated yet, and they have bet.

Everyone parted with each other to have a meal.

Walking on the road, Lin Weiyue was a little worried: "Yi Er, do you have confidence?"

"I calculated it on the draft paper, wrote it on the test paper, and then checked it again. I couldn't be wrong." Gu Yier said again with confidence, "It's absolutely impossible to be wrong."

Lin Weiyue murmured in a low voice: "I don't think I'm wrong either."

"Which side of you?" Gu Yier glanced at her.

"Your side." Lin Weiyue smiled with a pleasant smile.

***

When the last exam was finished, it was 4:30 on the afternoon of the third day.

The entire building in Gaoyi was clamoring, and I sighed that I was finally liberated.

Don’t go to evening self-study at night, most students pack up their things and prepare to go home, or go shopping together.

Except for the class cadres who were stayed, there was also a small meeting. After the teacher finished the word "school", the other students ran out of the classroom like wild horses running out of the reins.

Gu Yier slowly packed up his things, Lin Weiyue was beside her, hesitated for a long time before speaking: "Yier, accompany me to the library."

"Are you going to borrow a book?"

"Yeah." Lin Weiyue rubbed her fingers, "What's the name of the novel you showed me on your phone last time? Is there any in the library?"

"..." It smells so good.

She also said that she was not serious and said that she didn't watch the plot of River Crab Balabala, but she was not very excited.

"It's still serialized, the library definitely doesn't."

Lin Weiyue said low, and her face was filled with four big words "I'm unhappy".

Gu Yier coughed: "But there should be other novels, I'll go with you."

It is late autumn now, and the library has not turned on the air conditioner, which is a little cool.

The two of them entered the library and walked straight to the literary journal area.

Walking to the bookshelf where literary works are placed, Gu Yier found the place where the romance novel was posted: "Here."

However, they are all novels of a relatively old age, and the pages have turned yellow.

Gu Yier seemed to have discovered a new world: "My mother actually has Danmei."

"What kind of danmei?"

"That's it." Gu Yier had a deep meaning on his face, "Two boys...you know."

Lin Weiyue's face turned red and she was embarrassed to continue asking.

Gu Yier took the book and read a few pages with relish. He liked it very much. He took it and went to the reading area to read it. Di Lin Weiyue was looking for a book here alone.

She searched for a long time but couldn't find a good one.

What is "The Lavender Kiss of the Devil's School Grass" or "Becoming an Angel to Continue to Love You", just reading the title can make up for a beautiful and abusive love affair.

I feel that when teachers in school buy books, they always buy them with their eyes closed.

Lin Weiyue finally saw a relatively fresh book on the top floor of the bookshelf. She stood on tiptoe and took it. Unfortunately, she was too short and could not take it out even if she touched the corner of the book.

Suddenly, a slender and fair hand touched the book, and with a slight tug, the book was taken down.

Lin Weiyue turned her head and Fu Qingxu was expressionless.

"for you."

Lin Weiyue took the book and nodded blankly: "Are you also reading the book?"

"Yes, this one." Fu Qingxu handed her the book in her hand.

Garcia Marquez's "Hundred Years of Solitude".

The cover introduction reads, which is known as "a masterpiece that reproduces the historical and social landscape of Latin America", cleverly combines reality and illusion, showing a magnificent imaginary world.

And the book in her hand is the masterpiece of a famous online romance novelist, "His Kiss is So Sweet".

The introduction is very rough.

A love showdown between a cold president and a foodie girl!

Who would have thought that he, who is a big shot in the business world, would fall in love for a bowl of sweet and sour pork ribs!

From then on, I kissed her until I couldn't help but go crazy for her!

"..." There is no harm without comparison.

Fu Qingxu smiled rare, his originally pale face blushed, and a hint of vividness on his handsome face, just like the snow melting in his palm in winter.

He watched her head bury lower and lower, almost buried under the ground.

The bookshelf is right next to the window. The sunlight sprinkled through the glass is as soft as a veil. The slightly raised curtains bring the scent of jasmine flowers outside the window.

The pages of the book were flipped, the footsteps were shattered, and their shallow breathing.

The boy with a slightly red face held his glasses and said softly: "It's better to read less of this kind of book."
To be continued...