I don't know if it's because I woke myself up last night. Jiujiu doesn't know when Li Enron came back today.

When she woke up, Li Enron had eaten the honey water and the millet porridge in the rice cooker, and the hot kettle was more than half empty.

Jiujiu walks to Li Enron's bed.

Now Li Enron is thirty-three years old, but the years don't seem to leave much trace on her face. In addition to the dark eyes because of staying up late, Li Enron is still beautiful like a flower.

I think, if it wasn't for Zhang Anqi's existence, even if he had a butt of debt, but only with this face, Li Enron would be able to live very freely. Just because of Zhang Anqi, Li Enron became like all his parents. No matter how hard he suffered, he should let Zhang Anqi live very well.

Therefore, no matter what Li Enron's job is or whether she is drinking with her, Jiujiu is willing to take care of Li Enron very hard with her love for her daughter.

Li Enron's work is almost more than three o'clock after work. Jiu Jiu watched Li Enron for a while, washed lightly, cooked a porridge for Li Enron with an electric rice cooker, and then went to school.

As yesterday, Jiujiu came to the classroom with her front feet, and the bell rang at her back feet.

Seeing Jiujiu stepping into the classroom like yesterday, the head teacher didn't want to see Jiujiu, and her mood was not very wonderful yesterday, so she simply took Jiujiu as a vent.

Because today I don't have to do morning exercises. For the first time in the past, the head teacher who left directly as soon as I read early continued to stand on the podium, looked at Jiujiu and said, "the mid-term exam is coming soon. In the past six months, most people in our class have made progress and are very sensible. I know that learning is a matter of going back if I don't advance. I come to school on time every day."

Speaking of this, the head teacher's voice paused and continued after a moment: "except for some people, their grades are worse and worse every time, and they don't know to study hard. Even if their grades decline, it's shameless to step on a little to go to school every day. I hope the students in our class don't learn from her, otherwise, they will regret it sooner or later."

The head teacher didn't name his name, but the implied words almost pointed to Jiujiu's nose and said, what I said is you shameless person.

Jiujiu looked up, looked at the head teacher's ugly face because of being mean, sneered, and continued to read.

She is only a student now. Even if she scolds her head teacher for a moment, she will suffer in the end.

Moreover, it is obviously not a wise move to quarrel with the head teacher. In the end, the person who makes an apology must be Li Enron.

Li Enron has suffered a lot for herself. Jiu Jiu doesn't want Li Enron to see the white eyes of the head teacher because of her own reasons. If she can, Jiu Jiu is willing to give Li Enron the best she can give.

But now she is just a junior high school student. She has no money and has to rely on Li Enron to support her. It is impossible for her to give Li Enron the best.

Jiujiu sighed and went on studying.

Soon, it was time for the mid-term exam.

It was originally a table for one student, but because of the tight time this year, now the situation is that the students of grade one are sitting next to the students of grade two.

Moreover, because the examination time is tight, there is no need to worry that the second grade students will tell the first grade students the answer. Moreover, there are at least two invigilators in a classroom. Even if the second grade students are trying to say, they also have to weigh the existence of these teachers.

On the day of the exam, Jiujiu quickly found her seat according to the test number and sat down.

Jiujiu has long been familiar with the curriculum of junior middle school. Therefore, Jiujiu doesn't worry about the curriculum at all. Instead, she wants to know who will sit next to her.

However, until the exam, the people around Jiujiu didn't come.

When Jiujiu finished writing the paper, the talent around her came late. Seeing that the wound had grown well and a particularly handsome face, Shen Xingyu was stunned.

Shen Xingyu, who had only come to the exam because of his parents' urging, brightened his eyes when he saw Jiujiu sitting next to his seat.

Shen Xingyu wrote down his name on the paper, looked at Jiujiu and whispered, "Hey, do you remember me?"

Jiujiu glanced at Shen Xingyu's eyes, which shed a little light because she saw herself, and nodded slightly.

She will remember the incredible person who is still beautiful after being beaten like that, no matter how long it takes.

But what she didn't expect was that she would meet Shen Xingyu during the exam. Moreover, there is only half an hour left before handing in the paper, but Shen Xingyu just looked at her with one hand on her chin and had no intention of writing the paper.

Shen Xingyu stared at him like a fool for a long time. As long as he was human, he couldn't be indifferent.

Jiujiu turned her head sideways, looked at Shen Xingyu, who was staring at her, pursed her lips and said, "why don't you write the paper?"

"Anyway, I won't. what is he doing?" Shen Xingyu threw aside the pen in his hand, said, glanced at the dense papers written by Jiu Jiu, and then sighed in surprise: "I didn't expect you to study so well."

When Shen Xingyu said this, his expression was particularly surprised. Jiujiu couldn't help pumping the corners of his mouth because of your fierce expression.

"How do you know I study well?"

Facing Jiujiu's puzzled eyes, Shen Xingyu said righteously: "you have finished writing. Your grades must be good. Look at me. If you can't write, it's all empty."

Jiujiu was amused by Shen Xingyu's righteous tone.

She wanted to tell Shen Xingyu that there was a kind of person in the world who could not write anything but had to write.

Jiujiu pursed her lips, looked at Shen Xingyu's beautiful face, and then looked at the paper that was whiter than Shen Xingyu's face. The corners of her mouth smoked again. After thinking about it, she conveniently pulled Shen Xingyu's paper over, picked up the brush and wrote.

Seeing that Jiujiu finished all the math papers that were rare in her eyes in less than ten minutes, Shen Xingyu's face was filled with amazement.

Shen Xingyu looked at the paper written by Jiu Jiu and sighed again: "you are really a Xueba."

Not long after Jiujiu finished writing Shen Xingyu's paper, the bell rang after class.

After finishing her pen, Jiujiu turned and walked out.

Shen Xingyu, who was preparing to hand in his paper, saw that Jiujiu left and didn't even want his own things. He quickly followed Jiujiu and said behind Jiujiu, "that Zhang Anqi, I'll invite you to dinner."