Putting all the chores behind him and calming down, Mu Qingyun calmly took out the math test paper and took a few pens to write the questions.

It was better to seize the time and save her critical brain first.

If she wants this plot to end quickly, the first step is for her to run towards the top spot in the college entrance examination. At this point, she can only do her best.

She originally thought her hope was slim, but as soon as she really devoted herself to studying, Mu Qingyun found that it was completely different from before. She actually instantly entered a state of forgetting both things and myself.

At this moment, she didn't feel like she was studying, but rather tasting the delicious food cooked by the chef.

Mathematics and other sciences are like chewing steak or ribs, which are fragrant and a bit strenuous.

As for the liberal arts, it's like Sixi meatballs and braised pork, which are fragrant and glutinous and delicious and melt in your mouth.

No matter how difficult the problem is, no matter how difficult the obstacle is, the more time and effort it takes to climb, the more exciting Mu Qingyun feels.

The wonderful effect of God's reward for hard work is so touching that it brings tears to one's eyes.

She used to be a scumbag who studied for more than twenty minutes and was like a fish in the desert, desperate to escape. Now it's like she has a top-notch engine.

[Intelligence 0.0010.001..., Spirit 0.0010.001]

Visible to the naked eye, my intelligence and spirit are constantly increasing, and my brain seems to be clearer than before every minute.

I wonder if the plot is over, can ‘God rewards those who work hard’ stay?

Mu Qingyun doesn't like the script, but he likes this system very much.

She wants to get into a very good university, find a very good job, make a lot of money, buy her own house, and live a happy life.

She still remembers that her grandparents were sick and she was the only one who was busy. But that time Mu Aizhen took her classmates to play, and her classmates misunderstood that she was the nanny at home. Mu Aizhen laughed like crazy and nodded.

Grandpa and grandma were also laughing there.

Like this is such a funny joke!

Is it funny? She felt bad.

Everyone says that you see old age at the age of three. If Mu Aizhen is a white swan, then Mu Qingyun is a toad, not even an ugly duckling. An ugly duckling can also turn into a swan, but she cannot.

It's rare to encounter a miracle, just in time for the holidays, but studying is more important.

Mu Qingyun took a deep breath and lay on the table trying to catch up on his homework.

The lights on the balcony are dim.

She could faintly hear Sun Xiaomei's angrily muttering outside, but she couldn't make out clearly what she said. She must have said nothing good.

Not long after, her father Mu Siping seemed to have got off work and went into the living room to say a few words. Mu Qingyun heard his familiar footsteps. Sure enough, he came over and knocked on the door soon.

Mu Siping looked helpless and hesitated to speak. He scratched his head and said with a bitter smile: "Ah Qing, please calm down and don't make trouble with your aunt and sister all day long. It's not easy for your aunt to treat you and your daughter-in-law."

It doesn’t make any difference. If you’re like this, hey... ok, it’s so late, hurry up and cook.”

Mu Qingyun sneered. Cooking has never been a chore for her, but it depends on whether she is willing or not.

"Dad, what you said is really nice. Don't say it again in the future. Now, let me tell you something."

He reached out and turned on the recording on his cell phone - "It's not worth it for you to be angry because of a fool like Mu Qingyun... As for that fool, she can't even go to college, and she will be a hard worker in the future."

Through the mobile phone, Sun Xiaomei's voice was sharp and harsh, becoming more and more mean.

Mu Siping was startled.

Mu Qingyun spread his hands: "But as you said, the college entrance examination is very important. It is important to Mu Aizhen and Mu Aibao, and it is also important to me. Aunt Sun, who treats me as her own daughter, is like this. I still

What can be done?”

"From today on, whatever the two of them do at home, I will do. If they don't do it, don't come to me."

"Also, tell Sun Xiaomei that if she doesn't want me to play these recordings to the neighbors in our community and the teachers and students of No. 1 Middle School, she should stop looking for trouble all day long."

After saying these words, Mu Qingyun closed the door.

"puff!"

Maybe there was something really wrong with her, and the words that she had previously kept in her heart that she dared not say now seemed to come out easily.

Mu Siping felt a pinch on his nose, his lips trembled, and he looked at Sun Xiaomei in disbelief.

Sun Xiaomei was so angry that her stomach hurt, and her face was green and gray. Seeing Mu Siping look at her like this, she became even more angry. She lowered her voice and said angrily: "What? I can't lose my temper! Is what I said wrong? Look at you

What a good daughter! She is recording and making noises, and she still wants to compete with our Azhen and Ah Bao!"

She felt resentful in her heart: She deserves it too!

Just based on Mu Qingyun’s grades, it’s hard to guess which school he could get into.

Even so, Sun Xiaomei calmed down a bit.

She is quite concerned about face, especially the face of her children.

Mu Qingyun suddenly realized that as long as he could think clearly, these people and things were actually very easy to deal with.

She has suffered a lot of frustration these years, and most of it was brought on by herself.

If she continues her original life trajectory, she is likely to encounter one tragedy after another in her subsequent life, and ultimately become a joke.

She was not happy.

Soon, Mu Qingyun put all the unpleasant things behind him, but it was really annoying to stay at home all the time and dislike Mu Aizhen and the others.

The next day, she went out directly with her textbooks and made an appointment with Wang Mengmeng to do her homework in the library.

The library is very close. You can walk out of the community gate and cross the crosswalk. It only takes ten minutes to go back and forth, which is very convenient.

When Mu Qingyun passed by, Wang Mengmeng was squatting in the direction of the novel reading area. When he saw her, he rushed over and tugged on her sleeve: "Look, Zhao Yang."

Mu Qingyun raised his head when he heard this.

Sure enough, it was Zhao Yang, with thick eyebrows, big eyes, a straight nose, and a clean face. He looked like the male protagonist in a campus idol drama.

Particularly pleasing to the eye.

He was giving tutoring lessons to a classmate who also lived in the family home of No. 2 Middle School. His name was Zhang Lan.

After living in the same place for such a long time, we have finally become acquainted with each other.

The weather has been cold recently, and it is hard to find a table in the library. After all, there are floor-to-ceiling windows with sycamore trees outside. The room is sunny, brightly lit, and heated.

The hot water supply is sufficient and the air is fresh.

Now it was Zhao Yang and the two of them who occupied a four-person table, and there was no one around to squeeze in. Mu Qingyun was carrying a schoolbag, holding textbooks, exercise books, test papers and other miscellaneous things. His hands were a little tired, and he looked around again.

There isn't even an open table.

After thinking about the trouble that might arise from sitting next to the school girl, which seemed incomparable to the weight on her hands, she stretched out her hand and pulled Wang Mengmeng to sit over.

Wang Mengmeng: "Oh!"

After sitting for a long time, Mu Qingyun was flipping through her schoolbag, and Wang Mengmeng quietly passed a small note to her - 'Do you feel it? This quiet atmosphere.'

'If you don't study quietly in the library, is it possible that everyone will dance to the disco?'

Mu Qingyun laughed.

Her classmates were all very reserved. They were too embarrassed to look at her and stared blankly at her. They all secretly glanced at her with their small eyes.

Zhao Yang was obviously a little surprised, but he didn't say anything. Mu Qingyun nodded to him and started doing his homework.

Mu Qingyun is now very thick-skinned, and this drizzle of peeking eyes is completely ignored.

There are ten papers for each subject, both front and back. Others include copying, memorizing, dictating, plus correcting wrong questions from the previous month's test papers.

She gathered up the pile of homework and put them into categories, then she concentrated on her homework and started writing her homework with great interest.

She was happily studying the questions, but not long after, she heard Wang Mengmeng rubbing here and there like a kitten that couldn't sit still. Soon she couldn't sit still anymore, and piled a bunch of papers in front of her, humming softly.

Hum: "Dear, please help me correct the wrong question. My tutor is really interesting. He doesn't even teach me, and he doesn't give me the answer so he can correct me. If I knew how to do it, would I still be wrong?"

When no one caught her, Wang Mengmeng ran off to read some novels and comics.

After silently observing Wang Mengmeng's happy back, Mu Qingyun took the messy papers stacked on the table and gave them to her to correct one by one.

She didn't pay much attention to it at first, but after changing it, she was a little surprised.

These test papers were actually very interesting, and some of them were so good that she was a little surprised. She didn't expect that Wang Mengmeng could find such a capable tutor?

When Mu Qingyun first looked at some of the questions, he found them very difficult, but it didn't matter. It was just a good time to straighten out his thoughts and sort out the complicated formulas and various knowledge points.

Time passed by, and she changed seven or eight pictures in one breath. She also went from stumbling to being able to do it with ease.

The speed of answering questions is getting faster and faster. At first, it takes more than ten or twenty minutes to correct a mistake, but later you can find the trick by just scanning it.

The analysis steps are used less and less, and the ideas become more sophisticated and novel.

Mu Qingyun was immersed in doing the questions. Zhang Lan across from him saw that if he was negligent, their test papers would be taken away by the girl next door.

"..."

Zhao Yang also showed a little embarrassment on his face and coughed lightly. Just as he was about to ask for the test paper, Zhang Lan slapped him in the face: "You also know that you have a troublesome face. If you don't have any thoughts, don't give others a chance.

"

Zhang Lan blinked and whispered: "I'll just take it back secretly later."
To be continued...