Song Qingyu curled her lips slightly and began to do the question.
It’s an exaggeration to take an hour. Song Qingyu wrote the answer quickly, as if he didn’t need to think too much. He didn’t have any pause when he brushed it. He finished writing the whole paper in just fifty minutes and handed it to Xu Lulu: "Teacher You see?"
Xu Lulu, who had been reading her own book by the side, didn't expect to take the paper and scan it so quickly, she was shocked!
"you… "
Song Qingyu was still holding a pen in his hand, playing quickly in his hand, it was called a slip.
"Is it all right? If you are not satisfied, I can change all the big questions for you to another algorithm to ensure that the answer is also correct!"
Feeling that she was being tricked, Xu Lulu couldn't help being a little angry: "You don't need a tutor, why do you need a tutor?"
Song Qingyu shrugged: "You don't have to be angry. Since my dad has to hire a teacher for me, there will be others if you don't do it. How about... let's make a deal?"
Xu Lulu looked at Song Qingyu's chubby face with a confident aura, and couldn't help being at a loss.
Is this really a 16-year-old scumbag
"There will be others without you." Song Qingyu ignored her surprise and said directly: "So why don't you just stay and teach me homework two days a week. However, I hope you use another method." For example, go outside to study."
"You want me to help you cover, why, are you in a premature love?" Xu Lulu understood what she meant.
Song Qingyu’s lips twitched: "You can see that my tonnage is a bit big and I need to lose weight. But my parents disagree with this, I can only secretly come. You are also a girl, who doesn't want to have a good figure right?"
It took ten minutes before Song Qingyu and Xu Lulu reached a consensus. In the following Saturdays and Sundays, because Song Qingyu's academic performance is too scumbag, and the atmosphere at home is not suitable for learning, Xu Lulu wants to try another way to see if she can start Song Qingyu's learning enthusiasm.
From now on, every Saturday and Sunday morning to pick up Song Qingyu, go outside to feel the atmosphere of learning, in fact, the two go to the gym.
Xu Lulu can read there and continue to study for her master's degree, while Song Qingyu can exercise to lose weight.
Because of Song Qingyu's leg injury, it will start next week. It just so happened that this week's study was not effective, which is also a good excuse to go out and study.
After solving the problem of the tutor, Song Qingyu decided to call Mo Beiyan after the monthly exam.
On Monday and Tuesday, I took the exam for two days.
Before the exam, in order to prevent him from accidentally rushing to the top few, Song Qingyu found the transcripts of the J class over the past few months, carefully calculated how many points he needed to take the exam to get into the top 20, and wrote those Score questions.
Turning in the papers in advance, she went to the playground for half an hour of exercise.
After such a period of exercise, she is not breathing much after running the playground for five laps. It can be said that she is in good physical condition.
When she was resting, she took out her mobile phone, found a corner and dialed Mo Beiyan's number.
"Hey."
An indifferent voice came from the other end of the phone, Song Qingyu couldn't help sighing, if it were not necessary, she would never be willing to deal with people like Mo Beiyan. This person is born to be aloof and accustomed to watching the world, it is difficult to get along with.
Besides, they are not people of the same world.
She sighed helplessly in her heart and said, "Hello Shao Mo, I am... Bai Qingyu."
Almost blurted out that he was Song Qingyu.
Mo Beiyan was obviously a little surprised at her calling him, but the expected tone was very cold: "It's you. Is there anything wrong?"
You don't need to ask to know that she can get her mobile phone number, which should be related to Lu Nianzhen. Thinking of Bai Qingyu participating in the audition of the model contest, could it be that she approached Lu Nianzhen in order to find herself
If this is the case, this sixteen-year-old girl can be said to be very scheming!
Song Qingyu didn't know that the other party had guessed her intentions, but she didn't know her intentions for sure. She organized the language and said, "Can I meet you and talk about it?"
It's better to say something clearly when you meet, and to be able to see the other person's expression and some things are easy to ponder. If it is not necessary, Song Qingyu is not willing to meet Mo Beiyan.
However, Mo Beiyan didn't mean to meet her. Three cold words passed through the wireless signal: "There is no time."
Song Qingyu couldn't help but twitch his lips. She slowed down and said straightforwardly: "I think you must be very interested in what I want to say, it is about Song Qingyu."
"What are you talking about?" Mo Beiyan really didn't expect Bai Qingyu to know anything about Song Qingyu. He intuitively thought that this was her intention to get close to herself.
If this is the case, he would somewhat consider changing his mind, not wanting to bring a scheming bitch into the modeling circle.
Unexpectedly, the phone side said firmly: "I am like you, I believe Song Qingyu is not suicide, but homicide!"
Mo Beiyan was startled, his pupils shrank, and the hand holding the phone was tightly tightened.
Song Qingyu didn't know what Mo Beiyan's expression was, but she was pretty sure she heard a small gasp.
Very light, but she is quite sure.
"Young Master Mo, although I took the liberty of overhearing your conversation last time, I, like you, hope to find out the truth about Song Qingyu jumping off the building. She will not commit suicide, it is impossible to commit suicide!" Song Qingyu said categorically .
She is Song Qingyu herself, and of course she knows that she has no intention of suicide at all. It can only be said that she was too careless, and she unexpectedly died on the first day of her release from prison!
Mo Beiyan finally slowed down, and his voice was much colder than before: "How do you know Song Qingyu, and how can you be sure that she is not suicide?"
Song Qingyu had already prepared his speech: "The first time I saw Shao Mo was in the audition of the model competition. Of course, Shao Mo knew that I wanted to be a model. So, Song Qingyu, the myth in the modeling circle, I am again Why don't you know? She is my... idol!"
Squeezing out the word idol, Song Qingyu felt a little nauseous.
Adoring yourself, so much narcissism
Mo Beiyan did not speak. Since his hand was tightly squeezing the phone, his emotions did not ease.
Song Qingyu knew that she could not persuade Mo Beiyan so easily on her own basis, so she said again: "My name also has a Qingyu, maybe this is fate, I am very happy to be able to have the same name as my idol. I tried so hard to lose weight to continue her path one day. Even if I can't do her well, I hope to see the world she once saw.
In the model circle, Song Qingyu represents a height. Want to stand in Song Qingyu's position and see the world of Song Qingyu, Mo Beiyan doesn't know whether to laugh at this sixteen-year-old girl's heart is higher than the sky.