Gu Yang closed the book and jumped down from the windowsill. He saw the green must-do exercise book in Feng Jue's hand and slowly looked away.
She bought it for Feng Jue. When she came back from Liangcheng, she didn't know what gift to give Feng Jue. She saw the must-practice questions in the bookstore by chance and bought him a whole set.
The original body only liked to abuse the little blood bank, and didn't know much about the little blood bank. There was also little description of the little blood bank in the original book. So Gu Yang didn't understand his hobbies.
I just feel that Feng Jue should like studying very much. He seemed to be writing the set of Wu San that she bought for him every day, and he finished it very quickly!
"How far have you gotten in your practice questions?" Gu Yang asked casually.
Feng Jue handed her the must-do exercise book, his eyes clear and his voice soft and pleasant: "I've finished writing everything, do you want me to check it?"
Gu Yang flipped through it casually and was shocked. Damn, this little blood bank is too crazy, isn't it? He finished all the required questions in less than a week!
Or maybe the little blood bank loves studying too much
Gu Yang felt very relieved.
If the little blood bank is allowed to indulge in studying and get on the right track, then will he not join the big villain's camp and cause trouble in the future
"Good, keep up the good work." Gu Yang patted Feng Jue's shoulder, his eyes shining.
Feng Jue's body stiffened, and a smile appeared on his fair face, looking very youthful.
"Sister, are you reviewing?" Feng Jue's eyes fell on the physics book in Gu Yang's hand.
Gu Yang replied weakly in his heart, "It's not review, it's preview", but on the surface he was calm, "Yes. I have nothing to do, so I just take a look."
The image of a top student cannot be destroyed!
Feng Jue nodded obediently, and looked at Gu Yang with his clear eyes. There seemed to be tiny lights floating in his eyes. He asked softly: "Sister, if you are free, can you teach me how to do the questions?"
Gu Yang paused:? !!!
"You, what did you say?" Gu Yang tightly grasped the physics textbook and suddenly turned back to look at Feng Jue.
The King of Papers actually asked her to help with his studies? !
Feng Jue lowered his eyes, and his whole demeanor changed from sunny and gentle to melancholy and lonely. He looked like a puppy abandoned by its owner.
The small blood bank seems to be very sensitive.
Yes, this small blood bank is dependent on others and lives in Gu's house as a mobile living blood bank. It is normal for it to be sensitive and fragile.
What Gu Yang didn't expect was that the little blood banker loved studying so much, but his grades were not good!
In the original body's memory, Xiao Xueku also went to Jincheng No. 1 Middle School, but he was not in the elite class like her, but an ordinary class, and his grades were neither good nor outstanding.
It can be said that if Xiao Xueku was not good-looking, he might have had little presence in Jincheng No. 1 Middle School.
Gu Yang looked at the pitiful Feng Jue and felt that he was about to cry. His heart softened and he agreed, "Okay. I promise you!"
Feng Jue's eyes were full of surprise, "Thank you, sister!"
Jincheng Mental Hospital.
Under the scorching sun, a woman wrapped tightly and wearing a mask entered the psychology office where she had an appointment.
Inside the office, sitting at the desk was a handsome young doctor with cold and tough features. He wore gold-rimmed glasses and was holding a pen, writing something. The strings of words flew like cursive script.
Ruan Chu was stunned when she saw the strange man on the desk. Her first reaction was that it would be a shame for someone with such good looks not to work in the entertainment industry.
But the person she made an appointment with seemed to be Dean Ji Minghui. Who is this man
Ruan Chu stepped out of his way to check the house number. After confirming that he had walked into the right place, he spoke to the man who was working: "Hello, is Dean Ji Minghui here?"
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I was so tired after sitting on the high-speed train for six hours.
(End of this chapter)