Besides Zhao Jianjian, there was another person who thought that she might be thinking too much.
This person is none other than Yang Ziyu who sent flowers to Mo Bei.
God K seems to be lowering his hair for information.
Why is Mo Nan also posting here
Are they sending each other
Yang Ziyu shared some of her thoughts with the person next to her.
"Hey, Ziyu, what are you thinking, how could God K be sending a message to Mo Nan."
"That's right, Ziyu, don't you know? The boss of the No. 1 Middle School and the boss of the No. 2 Middle School have never met each other. Let's forget it before. I heard that Mo Nan offended God K for some reason. Our No. 1 Middle School is here every day." Someone is trying to stop him."
"Is it just because of the previous incident?"
"Which thing?"
"What else could it be? I can't play games by myself, so I want to catch God K's enthusiasm."
"It's possible for you to say that..."
Yang Ziyu listened, and his eyes fell on the back of Qing Juan who was about to leave with the child.
Could it be her illusion.
Backstage, those two seemed to be quite familiar.
God K also took a hat and put it on Mo Nan's head.
Although she couldn't hear what the two people said in that position.
However, it was difficult to get God K to talk to someone on his own initiative.
After all, that person is always wearing a school uniform with the collar turned up and the zipper pulled up to his chin. Because of his special status, he has always been a lazy stranger not to enter.
Thinking of this, Yang Ziyu's eyes darkened, and he immediately walked in the opposite direction of the flow of people, his steps were rarely rushed.
"Mo Nan, classmate Mo Nan..."
Mo Bei, who was about to leave here with his little Nailin, stopped with his long legs.
The hanger on her lap, Xiao Nailin, also stopped.
The movements of one large and one small are almost synchronous.
Even Zhao Jianjian, a rough guy, felt that when Brother Nan and Young Master Feng were together, the picture was really cute.
However, this is nothing!
Most importantly, the person who called him Brother Nan was Yang Ziyu.
To focus, Yang Ziyu, being accosted by Yang Ziyu, how can this be blown in their second high school for a month!
Compared with Zhao Jianjian, Mo Bei's reaction can be described as indifferent, which has something to do with her natural personality, and she only looked at Yang Ziyu's face.
Because of walking over quickly, Yang Ziyu's hair slid down a bit, making her look a lot more feminine: "I usually don't do very well in science, if it's convenient, can you help me with tutoring?"
Mo Bei simply calculated his time, training, disguise, competition, study, and how many people participated in his brother's incident.
Adding all these things together, there can be no room left.
She was just about to say no.
Suddenly, a childish voice sounded: "No, little brother is usually very busy, and he doesn't even have time to rest. You can find a teacher for tutoring or something."
Yang Ziyu paused for a moment, and soon laughed: "So that's the case, I didn't think so much, then Mo Nan, can I add your WeChat, what papers do you usually do, can you tell me, Should I ask my family to help me buy it?"
Mo Bei's mouth just moved.
Zhao Jianjian pushed his Brother Nan forward.
It just so happened that Mo Bei had his phone in his hand.
It would be rude to refuse any further.
Mo Bei glanced coldly in Zhao Jianjian's direction.
(end of this chapter)