Chapter 242

Don't want to come out, the indifference simply lift Mou up and down of look up the speech road. Eyes are very sharp, like a searchlight, see the opposite speech creepy, almost blurted out, let him close his eyes.

After a while, Mo Mo suddenly brightened his eyes and clapped his hands excitedly. "I know that the biggest difference between us is that there is a mole between my eyebrows, but you don't have it." Finish saying, is very elated of raise chin, a pair of I didn't say wrong appearance.

“……” Beautiful, beautiful male mole? What is it? Yan Lu's eyes widened and he couldn't help being furious.

"But don't feel inferior. After all, a beautiful boy like me is rare in the world. Although my mole is very small and can hardly be seen, it is quite different from you. After all, I'm a beautiful boy chosen by God. I'm lucky. Don't be jealous. I'll keep a low profile and try not to stimulate you. " Mo Mo feels that he is very kind, and he has repeatedly made trouble for himself. However, in order not to let him feel inferior, he wrongs himself so much that he really wants to praise himself.

He thought so, and immediately put up his thumb, put it on his chest and nodded his head.

But he was furious and glared at Mo Mo, "Xia ningmo, you really are, you really are I can't tell you. "

He angrily pointed to him, but indifference, but also a ignorant and innocent appearance, as if he was the one who made trouble out of nothing.

Yanlu stamped his foot hard, then took a deep breath, so that he would not jump on him and bite him. Then he raised his chin and said with a very proud look, "I tell you, Xia ningmo, the biggest difference between me and you is that you only talk nonsense and take advantage of it, but actually you have no ability at all. And I'm very capable at a young age. You can't compete with me at all. "

Indifferent stare big eyes, this person is shameless, how can someone praise oneself like this? Doesn't he understand that modesty is a virtue? And in front of so many people, they are not afraid of jokes.

"I'm also very capable. You see, I'm better than you in exams. I can get scholarships, but you can't." Indifference corrected him seriously.

Can scholarship this matter, in the words of psychological is a big knot in one's heart, with a card thorn like, let him on the spot hold his face red.

"You, what are you proud of? What's the use of doing well in exams? "

"Of course, it's useful. If I get the first place in the exam, I can get a scholarship. If I have money, I can buy food and make myself fat and healthy. Scholarship is really a good thing, don't you think? Oh, I forgot you can't get it. Maybe you can't feel the excitement. Don't worry about inferiority. When I get the money at the end of this semester, I'll tell you what I think. "

Scholarship, scholarship, scholarship, the more he cares about, the more he mentions.

Yanlu couldn't help but want to scratch his face as if he had already got it.

However, as soon as he stepped forward, the head teacher Qiu Fang's voice sounded outside the door, "Why are you all around here? It's time for class."

The pace of speech stopped abruptly, the students who had surrounded him and indifference immediately scattered in a swarm, and hurried back to their own position to sit, a good student appearance of serious class.

Qiu Fang's vision looked at the body of Mo Mo and Yan Lu for a while, and frowned slightly.

Although it is only a few days since the beginning of school, Qiu Fang is acutely aware of the tit for tat between the two most special children in the class.

A five-year-old student who has excellent grades and even leads the class by leaping several levels, even has a lot of witticism. He is lively and lovely. He can't help but look at it more. He is a student that the teacher can't wait for.

On the other hand, at a young age, he is well-known all over the country and is loved by countless parents. He is smart and excellent in learning. Although he has been declining recently, he is still a smart student compared with other students.

But these two people, one is the love of President Gu's heart, the other is the object of President Yue's thousand exhortations to take good care of, both sides can't scold casually.

Qiu Fang felt that she had received two hot potatoes, but she wanted them very much. Every day, she was in a dilemma.

With a sigh, Qiu Fang stood on the platform and saw Mo Mo and Yan Lu sitting back in his own place. Then he began the class.

Mo Mo pursed his little mouth. He was still in a good posture in class. His little body was straight.

"Pa", just a few minutes after class, I felt as if my head had been hit by something.

"Ouch" he was stunned for a moment, touched the back of his head, turned his head and looked left and right.

There was a student nearby who quietly pointed to his feet while the teacher was writing on the blackboard with his back to them.

Mo Mo bent down and saw a paper ball beside his leg. He frowned and reached for it.

When the paper ball was crumpled into a ball, he hesitated and didn't know if there was something terrible wrapped in it.Mo Mo looked around. The teacher was still writing on the blackboard. Several students who saw him smashed looked at the paper ball in his hand curiously.

He tangled again and again, and then unfolded the paper ball.

There is a line of words written on it. The strokes are immature. You can feel the invincible tone just by looking at it.

"Xia ningmo, the scholarship doesn't mean anything at all. It doesn't have much money. It's not as much money as I did for a TV series."

Although Yanlu is still a sophomore in primary school, he has made a lot of plays and practiced many lines in the script. His writing skills are good, so it's OK to use a little more complicated words.

Mo Mo was trained by Xia Qianyi to learn Chinese and speak Chinese characters when he was young. In addition, he was smart and knew more Chinese characters than most people. Naturally, he didn't have any trouble.

However, Mo Mo felt that there was something wrong with his speech.

It's OK to argue and quarrel with him before class. After class, I'm not satisfied. I continue to talk with myself in the way of throwing paper balls. Won't this person's brain rust?

Momo shook his head and sympathized with him.

While the teacher turned back to write on the blackboard, he turned over and looked at the words sitting behind him.

The latter raised his chin slightly, and his eyes fell on the ball of paper. He said, "do you understand?" It's the way you look.

Indifference and secretly sighed, this speech is really wrong.

He kneaded the paper ball into a ball, and then his eyes fell on a certain point.

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