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Chapter 268 The Sweetheart Ome of the Bamboo Horse School Grass (19)

Chapter 268 The Sweetheart Ome of the Bamboo Horse School Grass (19)

Mo Yan looked at the person with his eye sockets on the sofa playing with his mobile phone, "Did your teacher come to visit your home?"

Yun Jiao hummed and continued to fight against the game.

It was originally scheduled for Saturday, but the class teacher has been dealing with rumors, so he didn't have time to come.

She was so busy that some people even said that An Yue's autism was fake and she didn't have autism at all.

As the head teacher who leads the class, she still doesn't know the situation.

Besides, who is still pretending to be sick?

When An's mother heard what the head teacher said, she was going crazy: "Who is this? Teacher, you must find out!"

This kind of student doesn't think about studying hard every day, but also thinks about this and that all day long!
She wished that her child was not autistic, wished that she was optimistic and cheerful.

But there are still people saying such vicious remarks! !

The teacher in charge quickly reassured them: "The post is anonymous, but don't worry, we have already withdrawn the post and hired a professional technician."

Their school does not allow students to bring mobile phones. It is actually quite difficult to investigate this matter.

Mo Yan couldn't help but have a headache when he heard the sound of games: "Have you been playing games lately?"

Yun Jiao: "...No, just play occasionally."

"Don't listen to those rumors in the school, they are all nonsense."

Yun Jiao stuffed a grape into her mouth, she kept nodding her head: "I know, I didn't listen, I won't listen."

Mo Yan: "..."

"Can you keep up with your recent studies?"

"I can keep up, I am serious, and I am studying hard every day."

Yunjiao is not lying. She spends a lot of time studying every day.

[Then spend more time on games? 】

[It's all in your male god's house, so can't you show yourself well?Do you have to make your male god think you are an Internet addicted girl? 】

Yun Jiao: "..."

The game is killing me! !
I lost! !
Yunjiao threw the phone aside and put the textbook she brought on her lap.

"I plan to study now."

She glanced at Mo Yan: "I spend a lot of time studying every day, games are just to pass the time."

Look at my honest big eyes.

Mo Yan: "..."

She has only opened the book since entering the door.

Now that the game is just passing the time?

Mo Yan shook his head, a little helpless: "If you have any questions you don't understand, you can ask me."

Yun Jiao kept nodding: "I know, I know."

Next, Yunjiao read the book very quietly, without making any sound.

[Aren’t you going to ask a question? 】If you have the opportunity, you won’t cherish it! !

"I know it all, why do you ask?"

"Besides, my male god is about to take an exam, I can't delay his study!!"

It doesn't matter if her grades are poor, if she implicates the male god, she will never forgive herself.

【...You were playing games in front of him just now?This is called no delay? 】

Yun Jiao was silent for a moment: "That's right, games are a very harmful thing!"

Never play games in front of your male idol in the future! !
She felt that it was a wrong decision to come to her boyfriend's house to read, otherwise she could just play games in the bedroom.

Yunjiao threw the book aside and held her face in her hands, watching her boyfriend concentrate on studying.

The owner of a heart-wrenching appearance, so handsome that you wouldn't believe it even if you saw it with your own eyes.

With such an obvious sight, it was impossible for Mo Yan not to feel: "What are you looking at?"

If he remembered correctly, she just said she wanted to study hard 10 minutes ago.

Yun Jiao quickly looked away, wiped the corners of her mouth, but found nothing, "I didn't see anything, I didn't see anything."

(End of this chapter)

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