Miss Gojo can't figure it out

"Oh." Youyue Scholar looked at him, and also smelled his wrist, "But I didn't wear perfume either."

——Completely forgetting that saying that he smelled the scent was just an excuse, he became seriously suspicious.

Xia Youjie smiled silently, and asked, "Are you going to the Wutiao family to recognize your ancestors next week?"

"next week……"

Before returning to the apartment, when Gojo Satoru chatted with those old men alone at the door of the conference room, he seemed to have agreed on a few dates, but...

"Next week." She showed a solemn expression, "I have to make up the exam."

Xia Youjie: "?"

The make-up exam for Diguang Middle School is usually two weeks after the results are announced. Counting the days, almost a week has passed, and the back-to-school day is approaching. It seems like it was just yesterday that I was reprimanded by the teacher for a zero score in the exam.Youyue's heart kept sinking.

Wutiao Youyue is a scumbag in capital letters and bold letters.But you can't blame her entirely.

I have never received any orthodox education since I was a child. When others were ten years old, they learned phonetic symbols in the English improvement class. At the age of ten, Youyue couldn't even recognize 26 letters.

"Let me look it over for you. Where's the test paper?" he said.

Seeing her take out the answer sheet full of shoe prints from her schoolbag, Xia Youjie smiled awkwardly on his face;

He found that there were traces of doing the questions on the test paper, and he thought that maybe it could be rescued, but the answers written on the test paper were completely garbled characters shaken out by the Martian random generator, and he finally fell silent.

Youyue resentfully said: "However, now at least I can get Teacher Wutiao to sign it. Master will definitely be pissed off when he sees my low score."

"I advise you not to show it to Wu, okay?"

"why?"

Why else, because Gojo Satoru would definitely laugh out loud, rolling on the ground and screaming, took out his mobile phone and took a picture of the answer sheet and Youyue's bewildered expression, and finally said, "I can do even such a simple test paper." Not good, you are still far from the strongest."

Liuyanzi was born to be superior to ordinary people, to be a star in the sky, to overlook all living beings, except for the excessively bad naughty personality, he is a hexagonal warrior with all indicators flying out of the boundary line.He does have the qualifications to look down upon others.

"Because he may also be unhappy." Xia Youjie explained casually, giving his best friend a little dignity, "If it's just for signing, I can come. My font is very similar."

After the other party said so, Youyue had no reason to look far away. In the school bag stuffed with bags of snacks, popular magazines, and comic books, she struggled to find her only stationery property, a black straight liquid fountain pen.

He took the pen from Youyue's hand, touched his fingertips, shrunk his index finger as if scalded, and the small piece of skin that touched it also turned red for half a second.Gojo Satoru's name was elegantly written in the "Parents' Confirmation" column of the test paper, with strong strokes.

Youyue suspects that Gojo Satoru's own handwriting is not that good-looking, but it doesn't matter, at least Xia You's handwriting is definitely "adult's handwriting", unlike her pretending to sign with a ghost, which will be exposed every time.

"But what about the make-up exam?" She couldn't help but sigh again.

Xia Youjie sat on the chair in front of the table, crossed his slender legs, turned the fountain pen and said, "Take out the textbook, and I will teach you."

"I don't have a textbook." Youyue said confidently, "When school first started, someone helped me throw the textbook with the torn cover into the trash can in the corridor. Although I didn't write my name, I could still easily recognize it as My own textbook."

Xia Youjie: "Huh? This is campus bullying, right?"

"Is school violence not fighting? I experienced it in the community public junior high school I attended before, but it disappeared after I came to Teiko."

Community junior high schools automatically accept poor students who fail to get into good schools within a certain range, which will inevitably lead to uneven quality of students, and the overall level is relatively low. There can be 200 bad groups in a grade with [-] students. The drama of not leaving after school is happening every day staged.

Xia Youjie decided to focus on the textbooks, and asked: "Then do you know who threw away your textbooks? Male or female students, what is the motive?"

"I know, it's the female classmate sitting in the back row. I don't know why they threw away my textbooks, but I never read them, so it doesn't matter if it's such a trivial matter."

He twitched the corner of his mouth, decided to follow the other party's train of thought, and asked, "It didn't matter before, but you have to make up the exam now? You can't do without textbooks."

"That's right." Youyue thought seriously for a while, her eyes lit up, "Fuhei must have books, right? I'm going to ask him to borrow them."

Before Xia Youjie's voice stopped her, she rushed to Fu Heihui's room in a hurry, startling the young boy who was leaning against the bed watching the documentary on antiquities.

After figuring out what the other party came for, he showed a helpless expression: "But I'm a grade lower than you, and I can only get the textbooks you need now when the school starts... Don't enter the room without knocking, especially the opposite sex."

Youyue was obedient and could only hear the main points—you can get the textbooks when the school starts, she nodded and said: "So you can pay in advance first, and there is nothing wrong with pretending to be a summer review?"

"It's not right anywhere! What about your own?"

The story of the textbook being torn off the cover by the kind female classmate of the companion and thrown into the trash can is repeated again.

"Have you been bullied on campus?"

"Why do you say that?" Youyue frowned in confusion, "No one in Diguang wants to fight with me."

Fu Heihui tried to explain that campus cold violence is also a kind of campus bullying, but it was useless. The poor single-celled girl couldn't understand the poor campus life, and even tried to empathize and explain to her classmates who bullied her.

Counting the days when she first came to Linghuan Office and studied in the community middle school, Youyue only went to junior high school for more than three months.

One-third of them go to class and sleep, one-third are absent from class, and the remaining one-third are playing with their fingers, thinking about spells in a daze, and spending their days in passivity.

Therefore, catching up with the learning progress once can no longer be described as Nuwa mending the sky, it is more appropriate to create something out of nothing;

Fortunately, the difficulty of making up the exam papers has been lowered compared to the final papers, and it is not hopeless to try hard.

"Is there only one week left before the exam? All right... I will help you tomorrow and ask my sister if I can borrow your textbook. Let's make a copy first. Please work hard."

Fu Heihui looked at her face, pursed his lips and turned his head slightly, "Wu Tiao, if no one tutors you, I can learn some by myself first, and then teach..."

"There are two people with the surname Wutiao in this room, and it's too strange that they are both named Wutiao." Youyue interrupted him, "I like Hui very much, so even though we are not that familiar, I still hope you call me Xiaoyou, okay ?"

"what?"

Hongxia quickly climbed up to Fu Heihui's ears, and he looked away in a bit of embarrassment, his eyes wandering in the air.

"Oh well."

"Xiaoyou."

The author has something to say: The straight ball expert hits hard!

Tomorrow, the basketball princes will come out to play (I want to bring a small volleyball to play)