My past life was a fan of all men

Mo Lang took advantage of the early morning to come to the corner of the alley where he met Jiu Zhan last night to pick up his bicycle, and then pedaled on the bicycle, with a trace of coolness around Mo Lang's hair, he pedaled leisurely to the school.Sitting dryly in the class and listening to Zhang Weili's lecture on mathematics, Mo Lang dozed off a few times and nodded as frequently as garlic, almost falling to the ground.

"That classmate who sits at the end, I've been paying attention to you for a long time." A middle-aged man's sharp voice with a rough voice of tobacco and alcohol lingered, but Mo Lang remained motionless, hehe fell asleep and played chess with Duke Zhou .

Chen Xiaodie pushed Mo Lang's table down with his elbow, and then he opened his eyes slightly, and after opening his sleepy eyes, he saw a small, short and white thing flying towards his forehead.Caught off guard, he was hit hard by the Mi Fen pen and "Yeah" in pain.

"Mo Lang, stand up for me!" Zhang Li glanced at Mo Lang coldly, the knife light in his eyes was almost killing people, causing Mo Lang to blink.He stood up slowly on the seat, then frowned, raised Mo Tan's eyes to look at Zhang Li and said lightly: "I don't know if the teacher wants me to do anything?"

Zhang Li gasped in the lecture hall and then exhaled deeply. "It seems that you must have comprehended all the knowledge I taught today before you dared to doze off in my class. Then you can come up and solve the problem on the blackboard." Zhang Li's little thought was just I just want to give Mo Lang a bad start, so that Mo Lang knows to respect the teacher and listen carefully in class.

The friends in the class were all stunned. Today, class teacher Zhang is talking about the comprehensive calculation problem on the left side of the science mathematics of the college entrance examination in June this year. He wants the students to know that the college entrance examination is not as simple as imagined, but must be time Always in a state of readiness.The eyes of the students in the class were all directed at Mo Lang, and everyone wanted to know what Mo Lang would do in the future.

Chen Xiaodie, who was sitting in front of Mo Lang, turned her head and said quietly, "Just admit your mistake to the teacher." She tiptoed and turned back.

The corners of Mo Lang's eyes narrowed slightly, his sword eyebrows raised, and he almost sneered, "The person who wants me, Mo Lang, to bow his head has not yet been born in this world!" He picked up the rice that hit his forehead under the table. Dividing the pen, he strode up the aisle between the two rows of desks, how magnificent, how admirable, and how heroic, but... the Chen Xiaodie underneath held his eyes with his hands and dared not look directly.

Mo Lang glanced coldly at the bald Zhang, then stretched out his hand to tug at his cuff, shook his head helplessly, and stretched out his hand to scribble on the blackboard.

"untie:"

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The bald Zhang wanted to make things difficult for Mo Lang, but the bastard smiled and wrote down all the answers as if 1+1=2.What made Mediterranean Tension even more impressive was that he didn't need to do calculations in writing during the whole process. It seemed that he didn't even need to do calculations with words, as if he didn't need to do calculations with words, but he was more careful and accurate than the reference answers.

After Mo Lang finished writing, he threw the tip of the Mifen pen back into the Mifen pen case in an arc, and then turned around. He looked very elegant in a white shirt. He looked down at Mo Lang, and glanced at Zhang Weili with his right eye. Needle drop could be heard in the classroom, like the suffocating silence before the heavy rain, or like the crops being uprooted after the strong wind.

Zhang Li looked at the answers written on the blackboard, his eyeballs became bigger and bigger each time, and finally, after swallowing a few times, his muscles were trembling stiffly, and in front of the whole class, he was writing on the blackboard. I made a big tick with a red meter pen, all right!

Suddenly there was thunderous applause in the class, like thunder piercing the ears, and it is not an exaggeration to go around the beam for three days.The tranquility in the school was broken by the applause from Class 17, Senior One, in exchange for "crack, bang, bang" applause.

The get out of class bell rang.Without saying a word, Bald Zhang picked up the "Compulsory Course One" that had fallen on the podium and strode away.He hurried back to the Office of Academic Affairs, and took out the details of the entrance scores of the senior one (17) class in the high school entrance examination from the drawer of his card.

Fingers searched from top to bottom, he was not in the top ten in the class, he was not in the top 73... he was not in the top 4, until the top 70... There are a total of 4 students in the class, and Mo Lang is the fourth from the bottom , ranked [-]th from the bottom in the class, and [-]th from the bottom!

Zhang Li stretched out both hands and rubbed his eyelids vigorously, and then took another look. Yes, Mo Lang's total score in the cultural subjects of the senior high school entrance examination has just entered the No. 66 Middle School, and his math score is only [-]... ​​His face is full of confusion, as if lost The idiot usually sits on a chair in a daze. "Hey! Teacher Zhang, did something happen in your class just before the end of get out of class? Why did you get thunderous applause!"

Zhang Li raised his eyes and glanced at the Chinese teacher in Class One (16), and then laughed dryly, "It's nothing." He sat in the office and thought for a long time. , Zhang Li didn't drink a sip.

"Could it be that he has already memorized the math answers for this year's college entrance examination? Otherwise, it would be impossible for the grades in the high school entrance examination to be so poor, and now even the final questions of the college entrance examination have been written verbatim." The pen in his hand circled for a while. Hua, thought to himself, no, his answer is more detailed and accurate than the official answer!

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When the school bell rang, Zhang Li walked out of the office and came to the door of the class. He wanted to ask Mo Lang to go to the office to ask for details, but he saw groups of students walking out of the class door in twos and threes, smiling and saying hello to Zhang Li. All the students had finished walking, Zhang Li still couldn't wait for Mo Lang, he stuck his head into the classroom and looked around.

Mo Lang rode his bicycle to his home. As soon as he got home, he first went to Uncle Liu's house and knocked on the door a few times. After entering, his white face was as white as jade with a spring breeze and he smiled and said, "Uncle Liu, I'll find you a I got a job as a fruit seller, so don't pour Yexiang from now on."

Uncle Liu looked surprised, raised his lips and smiled, then waved his hands, "That's not okay, Uncle Liu, I can't even speak a word, how can I go to show the shop to others, people will laugh at me."

Mo Lang frowned, rolled his round eyes, then walked up to Uncle Liu, took Uncle Liu's hand and held it in his palm, Uncle Liu's hand was full of calluses, Big and small, new and old, almost all of them are covered with two palms.

Mo Lang looked at Uncle Liu with Qingshui leisurely eyes and said, "Don't hide it from Uncle Liu, Xiao Lang also knows that he can't hide it from Uncle Liu. This fruit shop was bought by Xiao Lang's mother. Now Xiao Lang Lang, I am the owner of the fruit shop, and you know that I am Uncle Liu, I want to go to school, even if Uncle Liu helps Xiao Lang and shows Xiao Lang the shop, Xiao Lang will give you 2000 yuan a month as salary."

Uncle Liu hurriedly pushed his hand, "It's impossible, I don't know anything about Liu Shu, I will only cause you trouble, Xiao Lang, you'd better hire a shrewd young man!"

Mo Lang smiled at Uncle Liu, he held Uncle Liu's hand even tighter, and smiled like a spring breeze at the corner of his mouth, "I just like Uncle Liu's acquaintance, and I just want to invite Uncle Liu."

Uncle Liu couldn't resist Mo Lang, so he agreed with a smile, "But this 2000 yuan a month is too much, Uncle Liu can't take that much." Mo Lang waved his hand, "It's still less!" Uncle suspects that Mo Lang wants to deposit millions of dollars into Uncle Liu's account at once, but how should he explain the source of the money... Rubbish things, bad things, there are so many troubles in the world.

That night, after Mo Lang took a shower, he still wore a pair of boxer shorts and sat on the sofa watching TV, but it was better to catch up, a certain romantic TV series was playing on TV, the plot was ups and downs, and Mo Lang was deceived. It was night when people were lonely, the male lead in the TV series disregarded the safety of the big brother who had played with him in order to save the female lead, and finally saved the female lead by spitting out blood and bruises, but the brother was killed by a cold bullet... …

fall!Bad plot!If I were the master of my country, I would definitely be able to save these two people, and then take my brother to the horizon, to the clouds, to the place where the sea is dry, rocks, mountains and ground are cracked, and I will be happy and free, better than being a god!It's just... "This brother looks too shabby!" Let's just throw it aside!

Mo Lang had a popsicle in his left hand, and a few skewers of barbecued meat in his right. There was a stack of braised meat made by Uncle Liu in the middle. While eating, he complained about the tattered plot.After drying his hair, when he was about to fly to the beam to sleep, he saw the torn clothes left by the stout man he rescued last night in the corner of his sofa. "Nine Wars" is really an easy-to-remember name!

The next day when I came to the fairy cave, when Guangrong saw Mo Lang flying in as a ray of light, he jumped up and ran towards him, and jumped into Mo Lang's arms with all four legs, and Mo Lang stretched out his hands to hug Guangrong tightly. , the little fox buried his head deeply in Mo Lang's arms, his turquoise eyeballs flashed, and he rolled in Mo Lang's arms. "Little guy, I miss you too, have you eaten enough and slept enough?"