He Is Warmer Than Time

Dongzi hurried over and yelled: "Boss, why did you make it like this? Have you rolled into the lake? Go and change your clothes quickly."

Yang Haitao let out a sigh of relief: "In this way, you can find the one who takes the test. I don't need him to go for the test tomorrow. I will go by myself."

Dongzi was surprised: "Ah? Boss, you have to take the test yourself? Can you do it? The money has been spent, and a lot of money has been spent."

Yang Haitao grabbed his face and said, "If you let you go, you can go, there is so much nonsense."

Dongzi ran away in a hurry.

Yang Haitao was standing in the sun wearing wet clothes. At the end of June, the sun was shining warmly, but he felt a little cold.

Words such as undetermined future can really make people chill.

The meager and sparse feelings that he finally built up were ruined by his own hands.

Hey, Yang Haitao, you have been so frivolous recently.

It's time to stumbling, it's time to stumbling.

In front of Song's house, Song Ran's car followed her sister's car to a stop, Song Xuan got out of the car, Song Ran hurriedly followed her in the footsteps and drove up.

Song Xuan said solemnly: "You shut up!"

Song Ran was wronged: "I didn't say anything, just let me shut up, I'm very innocent."

"No matter what you have to say, just shut up!"

Song Ran waved his hand: "What I want to say is, this time I'm on your side, I think Yang Haitao is too bastard, and even fooling you like this, I just want to beat her."

Song Xuan's eyes flashed, and Song Ran could see her wet eyelashes, which was obviously tearing.

Her sister has always been calm and rational, and is not easy to reveal her mood, but now she shed tears for Yang Haitao.

I don't know if it is a good thing or a bad thing.

Song Xuan said nothing, and hurried upstairs. Mother Wu held a basin of bayberry and said, "Soak bayberry in salt, Xiao Ran, you can eat a little bit, it's sweet."

Song Ran waved his hand: "Let's put it here, I'm not in the mood to eat."

Mother Wu muttered a few words and went into the kitchen again.

The next day, Yang Haitao came to the test site with a solemn expression. The last subject was English. He reviewed until more than twelve o'clock last night. At this moment, he entered the test room with the determination to die.

The test bell rang, and someone in the test room took out cheat sheets to copy from time to time, and some people looked back directly at other people's answers. The invigilator smoked outside the classroom and didn't care at all.

Yang Haitao was the only one sitting stiffly, answering the questions seriously, and it became a clear stream.

The people in the front row only regarded him as a master student and copied his answers throughout the entire process. Yang Haitao didn't say anything, and just let him copy.

That person might be able to pass the test on his own, but in the end, because he copied Yang Haitao's copy, he survived the test for fifty points.

When the bell rang, Yang Haitao heaved a sigh of relief, put down the pen, and the teacher took away the test paper. The brother in the front row cheerfully said, "Brother, thanks to you today, I originally felt that I was hovering on the pass line. It's steadfast."

Yang Haitao gave a light cough, "I'm not sure."

The brother suddenly collapsed: "What did you say?"

Yang Haitao took it for granted: "A lot of my questions are misleading."

The brother was anxious: "Then you have a firm hold on the winning ticket, and you are confident?"

Yang Haitao spread his hands: "I must at least put my attitude right, the result is not important, the process is the most important."

The brother suddenly cried and said with grief: "Brother, you have made me miserable. I didn't have a brain to answer the questions. I was copying you the whole time."

Yang Haitao raised his eyebrows and said in his heart, isn't that what you deserve?