Ling Yao's voice was crisp and soft, and it was particularly pleasant to hear it.

Yu Mo looked at the notebook in surprise, and said gratefully: "Thank you!"

There is no doubt that this is the test site specially prepared for him by Ling Yao. Perhaps he was afraid that he would fail the exam again, so he gave Jiang Zhengzhi the handle.

Apart from his family, Yu Mo has never received such care, especially because of his poor academic performance in the past two years, he has received countless cold eyes and ridicule.

Seeing Yu Mo's expression strange, Ling Yao quickly avoided her gaze and explained in panic: "I just summarized it when I was reviewing, and it didn't take time."

To cover up, Yu Mo touched the thick notebook. I believe it must have taken a lot of time, but he didn't even point it out.

Wow!

The speed of the catastrophe power flow increased, and the catastrophe power was actually refined again.

Yu Mo's heart moved. There was no doubt that this must be Ling Yao's credit. The refining power this time was too much, much more than what had been accumulated some time ago. He actually refined three percent of the power of the disaster in one fell swoop.

"Gift!"

Yu Mo's eyes lit up and he stared at the notebook. The gift contained her hard work, so this was more effective than the previous care or longing.

He raised his head and stared at Ling Yao as if he had discovered a new continent.

Ling Yao shyly lowered her head, touched her face, and asked, "Does there anything on my face?"

Yu Mo shook his head slowly: "No, but you are so beautiful!"

you are so Beautiful!

The three simple words are more direct to the soul than any sweet words in the world.

The speaker is unintentional, and the listener is intentional.

Ling Yao's heart thumped up, feeling happy, her face turned redder, and she quickly turned her head, and Yu Mo saw her red earlobes.

Yu Mo realized that he was too abrupt and the atmosphere was too awkward. He coughed angrily and said, "Then let's review it."

Good times are always short. After reviewing, Yu Mo returned to the room.

Ling Yao was lying on the bed, her heart was like a deer rushing. After falling asleep in a daze, she actually dreamed of Yu Mo again.

She hasn't had this dream for a long time.

It is still an ancient scene, and the ancient costume seems to be the dream of the past, continuing to develop downward like a movie.

The two of them flew together and walked around the world with their swords. Yu Mo in his dream was very powerful, like a hero, who could do everything and admired by thousands of people.

At midnight on the mountain.

Yu Mo sat alone on the rock, and just now he resolved one percent of the catastrophe power. The catastrophe power surged, like a wild horse running through the meridians.

He quickly practiced the Tribulation Divine Art to guide the Tribulation Power, which suddenly became docile and slowly flowed.

When he completely controlled the new power of disaster, his mind moved and activated the power of disaster to speed up the speed.

This time the power of the catastrophe was no longer rebellious, but flowed rapidly under his control.

Wow!

In the quiet night, it seems that the sound of catastrophe power can be heard vaguely.

call!

suck!

My chest was undulating, like a big ball, sometimes bulging and sometimes deflated.

Wow!

A white air spurted out from his mouth, straight as a thread.

"ah--"

After a long time, he snorted in pain and had to stop because the power of the catastrophe had destroyed his meridians and cracks appeared.

He didn't want to really break the meridians, and the goal of extreme cultivation was successfully completed, and then he activated the power of robbery to repair the meridians bit by bit.

Time flies, Wednesday is here.

Yu Mo's cultivation is getting better and better, but he has not yet broken through a new realm.

In the past few days, Yu Mo has studied Ling Yao's notes over and over again and confirmed that he has fully understood them. He has reviewed the textbooks of high school and junior high school again, remembered all the knowledge points, and could even be said to memorize them.

His confidence doubled and he was waiting for the midterm exam that was about to arrive.

In the morning, when he walked into the classroom, Jiang Zhengzhi stood on the podium early, looked at him maliciously, and said loudly in front of the whole class: "Someone should remember the promise? If the midterm exam results do not improve, then get out of school."

After saying that, his eyes were staring at Yu Mo with a bright look, and the meaning was self-evident. The so-called someone refers to Yu Mo.

Yu Mo looked at him lightly and walked towards the seat, saying, "Of course I remember, but you will be disappointed, I will not leave the school."

Jiang Zhengzhi laughed: "I want to see if you can create miracles. By the way, don't say that the second to the tenth to the last is considered an improvement."

Yu Mo asked in surprise: "Isn't that considered improvement?"

"Of course not count!" Jiang Zhengzhi's face darkened and he said firmly: "There are more than 60 students in our class. If you reach the tenth last exam, you will still be dragging your back. I, Jiang Zhengzhi, will never tolerate those who are dragging your back."

Then why tolerate others?

Yu Mo did not ask this meaningless question.

Jiang Zhengzhi was targeting him, and his master was famous, and Yu Mo refuted it without any meaning. He looked at Jiang Zhengzhi with a joking smile, as if he was looking at a clown, and said, "I don't know if the top ten is considered improvement?"

"Top ten?" Jiang Zhengzhi widened his eyes, looked at Yu Mo incredible, and suddenly burst into laughter: "Hahaha, did I hear it wrong? Are you sure you are talking about the top ten, not the top sixty?"

There are only more than 60 people in the top sixty, so what is the difference between it and countdown?

Jiang Zhengzhi looked down on him purely.

Yu Mo was not angry either. He had long been accustomed to seeing people in the cracks in Jiang Zhengzhi's door, and said lightly: "It's the top ten, not the top sixty. Could it be that your hearing has become bad? This is not a good sign."

"You..." Jiang Zhengzhi was about to get angry, but immediately laughed again and said proudly: "This is what you said, the top ten, so I want to see how you got to the top ten."

When the others heard the words "top ten", they were all shocked, looking at Yu Mo as if they were fools.

Has he been too inflated recently? A strong fight does not mean his academic performance is excellent. Moreover, everyone can see what level he was before. How could he improve from countdown to the top ten in such a short time?

This is a miracle, can he create it?

cannot!

Many people subconsciously gave negative answers.

Tang Jing scratched his ears and his forehead were very anxious. He kept winking at Yu Mo, making his eyes wink at him, trying not to mention too high goals, but unexpectedly, Yu Mo actually said a top ten.

Tang Jing was almost desperate, and the gods could not save him now.

Doomed to failure!

"Brother Mo, Brother Mo, I know you are very powerful, but when you say this, the Jiang surnamed will catch the handle. What should you do next?"

Yu Mo sat down calmly, as if a monk who had entered into meditation was not worried at all.
Chapter completed!