Ye Qianqian smiled at Yu Mo playfully and said, "I didn't expect that we would become our deskmates."

Yu Moke didn't like other people's Zhu Ge, and asked directly: "Why did you choose this seat?"

"Don't you like it? You see, everyone else is eager to be my deskmate."

"That's them, not me."

The other students watched as the two were already whispering, and they all beat their chests and stamped their feet, and their jealous anger was rising.

Jiang Zhengzhi glared at Yu Mo without hesitation, thinking that he was actually cheaper than this guy, but this was what Ye Qianqian asked, and he had no way to refute it.

"Ye Qianqian, your textbook is already being prepared, you can get it at noon. You can share it with your deskmate first." After Jiang Zhengzhi said that, he left reluctantly. Because the teacher of this class had already come in.

Ye Qianqian stretched out his hand to Yu Mo. His palms were fair and his fingers were slender. The hands of those professional hand models were not as beautiful as hers.

"The teacher said, we share a textbook."

Yu Mo threw the textbook to her casually. Yesterday he had finished reading all the textbooks for the second semester of his second year of high school. Today he specialized in the textbooks for the first year of high school, so he could not use the textbooks for this class.

Ye Qianqian picked up the textbook proudly and saw that it was filled with dense notes, which were the notes Yu Mo had taken before.

Although his academic performance is poor, his learning attitude is very correct and his class notes are taken in detail.

Ye Qianqian was first attracted by his characters. The so-called characters are like the person. Yu Mo's characters are regular script, with regular script and hard writing.

Ye Qianqian couldn't help but look at him a few more times. He obviously had practiced this hand and had a lot of skills.

This was what Yu Mo's mother asked since she was a child. She had no requirements for her academic performance, but since she could remember, she had asked to practice calligraphy and warned him that her handwriting was like a person. She wrote like being a human being. She must not be careless, and she must act correctly and sit upright.

So he practiced a good word, and every stroke, exuded a sense of integrity and firmness.

But Ye Qianqian would not praise him, but instead pointed to the dense notes and said, "Do you remember so much?"

Yu Mo said nothing and continued to read the book in his hand, as if Ye Qianqian did not exist at all.

Ye Qianqian's eyes were immediately attracted by the book in his hand. He couldn't help laughing and burst into laughter.

"You are actually reading books in the first year of high school. Don't tell me, you haven't learned the textbooks in the first year of high school, right?"

Yu Mo glanced at her and said, "You can't read it after learning it? Have you never heard of the saying "reviewing the past and learning the new"?"

Ye Qianqian was suffocated, but he didn't expect that he was so righteous and said with a smile: "Of course I've heard of it, but I haven't seen you do this."

"Then you've seen it now."

The teacher started to give a lecture, and Ye Qianqian calmed down. After listening to the class for a while, she couldn't help but look at her side again.

Because she was attracted by Yu Mo's look at the book. Yu Mo's reading speed was too fast. He turned the next page before he could read a page of books for a minute.

Seeing that he had turned over more than ten pages like this, Ye Qianqian finally couldn't help it and asked, "Are you reading a book?"

Yu Mo said: "If I weren't reading, what else could I do?"

"But where are you reading books like this?" Ye Qianqian asked suspiciously.

"Everyone has his own way of reading, and that's my way," Yu Mo explained.

"Where are you reading books? You are clearly flirting with books. What can you remember like this?" Ye Qianqian asked angrily, as if he thought Yu Mo was deliberately perfunctory to her.

Reading a book? Just kidding!

If you can read books in this way, then you will be the same as a machine scanning.

Yu Mo didn't explain much, saying, "Remember how much you count."

Ye Qianqian was so amused that he paused and advised: "If you want to read a book, calm down. You can't read anything if you bluff like this."

Yu Mo turned a deaf ear and continued to do whatever he wanted. Finally, the sound of flipping through books kept ringing in Ye Qianqian's ears, and there was a tendency to be faster and faster.

Ye Qianqian hesitated for a moment and simply refused to persuade him, feeling depressed: "The dog bites Lu Dongbin, but he doesn't know the kindness of a good person. I kindly advise you, you are still angry with me, what do I have to do with that? Apart from the porridge that is delicious, I think the rest is just like this."

When she thought of porridge, her heart was like a cat scratching, and the fragrance of porridge seemed to float out of her heart.

She touched Yu Mo with her arm and whispered, "Do you still make porridge tomorrow morning?"

"Don't do it." Yu Mo said without thinking.

Ye Qianqian said anxiously: "Why not do it?"

"Why do it?" Yu Mo asked back.

Ye Qianqian had a sudden inspiration and said, "Your cooking skills still need to be improved, so of course you need to practice more."

"I don't work as a chef, why do I make it so delicious?"

"One more skill is more skilled in your life. Besides, have you never heard of it? If you want to conquer a woman's body, you must first conquer a woman's stomach. This is a major event that concerns your lifelong happiness. How can you be careless?" Ye Qianqian said with a clever tongue.

Yu Mo couldn't help rolling his eyes. A meal of porridge could actually involve so many things. He couldn't help but say, "Then will my future wife be a foodie? You have to conquer her stomach first."

"Maybe your wife is a foodie." Ye Qianqian replied casually.

As soon as these words came out, the two of them remembered the morning conversation at the same time, and Ye Qianqian said in person that he was a foodie.

Didn’t these words wrap myself around?

Ye Qianqian grabbed his hair in annoyance and stared at Yu Mo fiercely. Seeing him smiling, he must have thought so.

"I don't have this idea, his smile is so slutty."

Yu Mo did think so, but he still had to make up for his lover in his previous life, so he had no time to mess with her. So he said bluntly: "It's really hard for you. He went through so many reasons to eat my porridge, but he even offered to sacrifice himself."

Ye Qianqian was exposed to his mind, his cheeks were red, and he said stubbornly: "Nobody, who took the initiative to sacrifice himself? Who wants to eat your porridge? Humph, I was just too hungry at that time and I was just hungry."

"Then don't eat it tomorrow morning." Yu Mo said in opposition.

"Why don't you eat? I have to supervise you to improve your cooking skills." Ye Qianqian retorted, paused for a moment, and she widened her eyes in surprise, "What do you mean is to make porridge tomorrow morning?"

Yu Moquan pretended not to hear it.

Ye Qianqian refused to give in and said, "You have already said that you must cook porridge tomorrow morning. A man and a real man will say one word, and it is hard to pursue it. You must never speak without trust."

Ye Qianqian was chirping like a little bee, buzzing, talking non-stop in Yu Mo's ear.

Yu Mo kept rolling his eyes, as if he was suffering, and he wanted to stand up and let the teacher change his seat.

However, he did not notice the other students' eyes looking at him. He was so jealous that they were about to exhale. It was because the two of them were whispering too close.
Chapter completed!