Fast time travel: The sick and paranoid villains all spoil me

"Brother Mo, what's wrong with your hand? I've already watched a class."

"It's nothing."

Zhou Ji silently gathered his hands into fists, and put them under the table.

Huang Dongyuan didn't think much about it, and talked vividly about the sparring on the basketball court just now.

"The boys in class A are very good, they only lost one goal to us! It's so fun to play against them!"

After a pause, he said, "Of course, if our Brother Mo plays, they definitely won't take any advantage, right Leizi?"

Tao Lei hummed lightly from the side.

Huang Dongyuan was even more excited: "The one in their class is called Song Yuanning. He seems to be weak in writing, but he didn't expect his movements to be crisp and neat. His muscles are so beautiful."

After a pause, he added: "Of course our brother Mo's looks better, isn't it Leizi?"

Tao Lei hummed lightly again, never taking his eyes off the book in his hand.

Seeing this, Huang Dongyuan tapped the table boredly.

Just as I was about to say something, the class bell rang.

This class is a math class that most people have a headache.

As soon as the teacher came to the stage, he began to distribute papers.

After waiting for everyone to get a paper, he said slowly: "This Wednesday is a small test."

As soon as the voice fell, there was a wailing sound.

Huang Dongyuan held the book on his face in pain, refusing to look at the astronomical figures on the blackboard.

The math teacher took it for granted, and calmly made a gesture of acceptance: "Okay, be quiet, don't disturb the next class, and concentrate now, this class is about the next paper."

Huang Dongyuan looked at the test scores and closed his eyes refusing to face the reality.

Zhou Jimo looked at the blackboard in a daze.

After a while, his hand touched the paper bag under the table.

The paper bag was pressed at the bottom, and it has long been out of shape.

He hesitated, then pulled it out.

Because of the protection of the paper bag, the notebook inside was intact.

The cover of the notebook is very simple, only the manufacturer's logo is printed, just like its owner.

He opened it, and classified it in a thick book, sticking it with labels.

Zhou Jimo flipped through a few more pages and found that she had memorized some major topics and key points in the main subject, including formulas and algorithms and how to use them. .seven

It can be seen that this is a very careful note that took a lot of effort to sort out.

He quickly turned to the last page, and then saw the unspoken thanks secretly hidden by the owner of the notebook.

Zhou Jimo's finger landed on the inscription of the three characters 'Gu Ruojiao', and unconsciously rubbed it for a long time.

If he hadn't opened this notebook, but turned his head and threw it into the trash can, maybe he would never see this passage again.

Zhou had watched silently for a while, then put the notebook into his schoolbag.

*

System: Host, you are getting lazy.

"How to say?"

Gu Ruojiao, who was doing the cleaning, lazily raised her eyelids.

System: You haven't looked for Zhou Jimo for more than a week!

Gu Ruojiao: "Why are you looking for him? Is it annoying?"

System: That's not necessarily the case. As the saying goes, women chase men with interlayer yarn.

Gu Ruojiao: "That's called interlayer gauze only if the other party is thinking about it. If you're not thinking about it, it's because of a steel plate..."

In the middle of speaking, she suddenly saw something, dropped the broom and rushed up.

"Lingling be careful!"

There was a crash of glass shattering and screams of terror from the students.

"Brother Mo Mo! Something happened to Class A!"

From far away, Huang Dongyuan's loud voice came.

"Little sister was smashed by broken glass and covered in blood!"

Zhou Jimo suddenly raised his head.

As soon as he stepped out of the classroom quickly, he saw several students being helped to the infirmary.

There was blood all over the school uniform.

Zhou Jimo frowned, and ran quickly to Class A.