I've been losing horses since becoming a group favorite

Shen Zhuoxi took the initiative to look for Zou Jie, and only then did Zou Jie feel some light coming back from her body.

She regained her noble and glamorous expression, turned off the computer slowly, then stood up, nodded and said, "Let's go."

When the two walked out of the door, the people inside began to discuss in low voices again, and then the voices became louder and louder.

"Young Master Shen's complexion seems a bit unwell, did he not have a good rest?"

"I don't know, but it's true. During this time, Young Master Shen has been following Miss Zou Jie. Everyone said that Miss Zou Jie is very powerful. He was just hiding his strength. I think he was hit."

Hall Master Zou shook his head slowly when he heard what they said: "How could it be that she is hiding her strength? Miss Zou Jie wants to win even though she is cheating."

Master Xie patted Ji Bei on the shoulder, and said, "What do you think?"

Ji Bei shrugged, and said in a calm tone, "I don't think it's necessary to ask this question."

For them, it is very clear whether the opponent is hiding their strength. If they can feel the opponent's movements with ease when attacking, then their abilities should be superior to their own. He was already in a hurry, how could this be said to be hiding his strength?
In the corridor of the garden.

The sky is gray, and the winter in the foggy city is as depressing as ever.

Shen Zhuoxi stretched his hands into his pockets, and his eyes were a little less carefree than usual. In fact, since seeing Shen Zhuoxi today, Zou Jie felt that he seemed to be different, as if he had matured a lot overnight.

"Miss Zou Jie, do you have any plans for the future?" Shen Zhuoxi hesitated for a while, and chose a better way to speak.

Zou Jie was a little surprised, this kind of opening remarks was a little too intimate, as if her next answer would also be related to Shen Zhuoxi's answer, so she thought about it, and said cautiously: "There is no specific arrangement yet, maybe I have to go back to the criminal investigation team, Maybe stay in Continent R for a while."

Shen Zhuoxi seemed to be relieved, and it was much easier to say the next thing: "Miss Zou Jie, I want to ask, would you like to go to my house with me? I want to take you to meet someone."

Zou Jie was stunned.

She never thought that things would turn out this way.

Go home with Shen Zhuoxi?

And then to meet his family?

A flash of amazement flashed across Zou Jie's face, her glamorous red lips curled up slightly, and some pride appeared in her eyes: "This is why you have been following me since you came to Continent R?"

Shen Zhuoxi looked at the flowers in the garden. The tulips were swaying in the greenhouse, but when they saw them at the flower market, they felt gaudy.

Some flowers can only be seen from a distance and cannot be picked.

Some flowers are only amazing in memory.

Shen Zhuoxi sighed, a few traces of emotion that Zou Jie couldn't understand appeared on his side face, and he said in a deep voice, "Yes."

In fact, it wasn't originally, but now, this is the only reason left.

There was arrogance in Zou Jie's eyes, she straightened her back, and said coldly: "Next time, if there is anything, you can speak directly."

She also didn't intend to ask Shen Zhuoxi to answer this question, so after finishing speaking, she continued seamlessly: "When are you leaving?"

While looking at Shen Zhuoxi, she stroked her short hair, and her face regained its previous look.

Shen Zhuoxi looked at her in a daze, it was a pretty face, but he didn't seem to feel any throbbing at all now, so he paused, and said in a low voice: "Can it be as soon as possible? Tomorrow?"

"So anxious?" Zou Jie was taken aback for a moment, then looked at Shen Zhuoxi suspiciously, but soon convinced himself, "Okay, then tomorrow, I'll go back and pack my things first."

It seems that Young Master Shen really can't wait for a minute.

After Zou Jie said these words, she curled her lips into a smile, turned around and left gracefully.

Shen Zhuoxi's gaze fell on her back, and he retracted it after a second.

Solve Shen Zhuoying's physical problems earlier, and then understand this matter.

That night, news spread that Shen Zhuoxi and Zou Jie were leaving.

When Mo Ziran heard that they were having dinner, he was taken aback for a moment, and then showed an indescribable expression.

Gu Nian raised his eyebrows and looked at him, wondering, "What's your expression?"

"I stabbed in both sides for you this time." Mo Ziran covered his face, as if he was remorseful or guilty and worried. He showed one eye and looked at Huo Qiyan who was sitting on the main seat, with a low voice Said, "I hope this is over."

In fact, Zou Jie is also pretty good, at least he is also a policewoman of the criminal investigation team.

Huo Qiyan looked back at him calmly, his face was calm, he raised the teacup loftily, and his tone was very sincere: "They will."

Mo Ziran: "."

Will be a ghost.

Why is this person so scary?
Xiangbei walked in quickly, and when he saw them eating in the restaurant, he first looked in Huo Qiyan's direction respectfully, and then walked over after seeing him nodding his head, and then took the things in his hand Passed it over: "Sir, it's ready."

At the dining table, Xiang Dong and Mo Ziran cast their gazes over together. They are both very familiar with that thing, which is a silver needle bag.

Mo Ziran has been watching a lot with Gu Nian for a long time, and Xiangdong is because he tries it himself every day recently, so he can recognize it at a glance.

Huo Qiyan handed over the silver needle bag to Gu Nian, with exquisite eyebrows and deep eyes, dark eyes with clear eyes, white knuckles like jade under the light, and the black needle bag made the fingers look slender and beautiful.

Gu Nian took the needle bag, slowly opened it, and with a skillful push of her knuckles, the needle bag was completely flat on the table.

Xiangdong leaned over and looked carefully for a long time, but he didn't see anything tricky. Isn't this just an ordinary needle bag?
Mo Ziran seemed to understand something, he took out a silver needle, and looked at the position at the end of the needle, the H formed by intertwining Udumbara flowers.

"Isn't this the sign of our manor?" Xiang Dong also recognized it, this sign can often be seen in the four halls, especially in the south and west, it can be seen on the walls with them.

Mo Ziran deliberately sighed with a half-smile, and then returned the silver needle.

Gu Nian slowly put away the silver needle bag, wrapped it up and put it in his hand, and then asked casually: "The people from the Earth League came, but didn't bring anything?"

Xiang Bei looked up at Gu Nian, how could Miss Gu know?

His reaction has revealed the answer to this question. When Xiang Bei met Miss Gu's cold eyebrows, he immediately reacted, and then quickly lowered his head and stopped talking.

Huo Qiyan's brows and eyes were lazy and casual, he was playing with the teacup with one hand, but he quietly exerted force with his fingertips, the white porcelain teacup instantly cracked a thin crack, but it seemed that it was just this moment, when he looked at him next second , the whole person returned to his casual look, and he said slowly: "I didn't give anything this time, let them give a head next time."

Northbound: "."

Mo Ziran: "."

He wanted to stay away from Mr. Huo.

Fortunately, they are not enemies, otherwise they might not know how they died.

In fact, the alliance of others is quite interesting, Xiao Nian'er killed the number one officer under him, didn't he say anything?On the contrary, he wanted to lure Gu Niannian into the gang with nice words, gave away a bunch of valuable things, and chased Xiao Nianer for so long, without doing anything out of the ordinary.

Is this actually an acquaintance?
But what should Mr. Huo do if he wants to kill him?
domestic.

As winter break approaches, so do final exams.

The exams of H University are divided into professional courses and public courses. The professional courses are given by the teachers of their own colleges, while the public courses are given by professional teachers.

English is a major subject, and Qiao Yufang was the one who wrote the questions.

When I heard about the author of the question, there was a wailing from several non-liberal arts colleges in the school, and there were already many consultation posts on the school's forum posts and post bars.

"Who knows the contact information of Qiao Yufang, the English class teacher? Ask for a lot of money!"

"I heard that Teacher Qiao Yufang in the English class is a teacher who is exterminated. Is it difficult to come up with the questions?"

"Please ask for Qiao Yufang's contact information. Is it useful to ask her to change her grade after failing the course?"

The forum scrolled to the tenth page, all related to Qiao Yufang.

And among these posts, none of them were from the Faculty of Arts.

So the discussion floor of the post is crooked again.

"I heard that the Faculty of Arts and Teacher Qiao Yufang are not getting along? Isn't it over for them this time? Why are they still so calm?"

"Upstairs, are you being too ambitious? The whole school uses the same test papers. If Teacher Qiao Yufang writes a question cruelly, we will all have to be buried with the Faculty of Arts!"

"Why don't the students from the Faculty of Arts speak up? They have increased the difficulty of the English test by themselves. Isn't it worth showing off?"

"Don't fantasize about it. This year, the whole class of Liberal Arts College basically passed the fourth and sixth grades, and the one who didn't pass is the top student who can get perfect marks in the college entrance examination questions. What are you worrying about?"

A post from a medical school was quickly upvoted by their own people:

"What's the use of cramming if you don't work hard at ordinary times?"

"Yeah, I'm really worried about failing the exam, so it's better to memorize vocabulary right now."

A civil engineering student left a message below: "You are the pro-students of Teacher Qiao Yufang, did Teacher Qiao give you some important points? Please share!"

Following a bunch of messages asking for sharing, this post was pushed to the top of the homepage.

The students of the medical school quickly responded to the post: "How can there be such a small matter? Teacher Qiao treats every student equally and will not give other scopes."

There was a lot of wailing under this post.

At this time, Class [-] of the Faculty of Arts.

Everyone gathered around Xu Che and Liang Xiaobing, with their feet on their feet and their heads stretched out to look at the test range in their hands.

"Boss is so powerful? She didn't attend class, and she didn't take away her books. Could it be that these ranges were imagined out of thin air?"

Xu Che really looked at the documents sent by Gu Nian seriously, and studied them without raising his head. He said with some doubts: "These exam questions are too biased."

"I just wanted Niannian to help us guess the scope of the exam. After all, based on her college entrance examination results, she must be more sensitive to the exam questions than us, but I didn't expect that she wrote the exam questions directly." Liang Xiaobing fell silent. After a while, he also said directly.

Jiang Chen was a little hesitant. She looked through the questions and found that she was a bit biased. Besides, the English test questions were all beyond the syllabus. One of the readings was an academic paper, which was harder than CET-[-] and CET-[-]. She couldn't believe it.