Chapter 1528： What help

"What help?"

Charlene asked curiously.

"Write homework."

"What?

! Homework! ? "

Xia Lin can't wait to beat him to Zhang Wanlin twice. He graduated from a prestigious school, a super white-collar worker, and asked her to help with homework! Are you wrong?

! "Are you looking for a beating, let me do your homework for you?"

"Sister, this time there is really a reason, too much!"

Zhang Wanlin aggrieved: "You see, I want to copy, then I want to write.

If you want to serialize a novel, you will definitely not finish your homework.

To finish homework, it must not be submitted regularly.

So please. "

"Why should I help you?"

Xia Lin retracted the hand that was entangled Zhang Wanlin, keeping a distance, and now the farther away from this kid, the better. This is the reason why the catastrophe is about to fly separately.

Even a small assignment.

"Just relying on my manuscript fee is basically all you use."

Zhang Wanlin said sternly.

"Basketball Boy" is one of the three novels of youth comics, naturally, the manuscript fee remains high, and it is settled in a month, at least 40,000 to 50,000.

Even though Charlene is a white-collar worker, she is actually a slack job. The salary is so low that she doesn't even have five thousand.

Therefore, most of the living expenses, even her cosmetics, are paid by Zhang Wanlin.

She uses it with peace of mind.

In her words, "My brother has taken care of my old sister."

That's why I'm so carefree every day, living like a little angel.

However, it is still very difficult for her to do her homework. A 24-year-old college white-collar worker helped her brother with his homework, but it was disgraced when it spread out.

"Brother, this is really not good, you can let the old sister and I sleep with you, but this is not good."

"And I, I go to work during the day, and I have to come back from get off work to make good food for you. It's so hard, you even asked me to do my homework. Are you so embarrassed."

Xia Lin was quite aggrieved, anyway, in a word, my old lady was beaten to death! "Well.

It seems that the novel cannot be delivered as scheduled this time.

Forget it, forget it.

The contribution fee is useless to me anyway. "

Zhang Wanlin continued to copy his homework and deliberately said, "It's not that I bought cosmetics. By the way, there is still a nice bag before it. What is it called?"

As soon as she mentioned this, Xia Lin sat down, holding Zhang Wanlin and tickling it: "You still dare to threaten old sister me! Give me a trick!!"

Zhang Wanlin is most afraid of being tickled, especially the old lady, who is a real master.

Zhang Wanlin laughed, "Sister, don't scratch, don't scratch!"

The two were playing around on the sofa like this, entangled with each other.

Ten minutes later, both clothes were disheveled and exhausted.

Charlene tidyed her hair and clothes. This **** has torn her latest stockings! ! She took out his textbook, "So where do I start?"

Zhang Wanlin was not surprised by her reaction. He expected her to be this way: "That's it, copy it all."

"Your teacher is abnormal."

Charlene gasped.

"Yes.

Very abnormal, so you have to help me. "

Each class of Pingcheng High School has its own class group, which the head teacher uses to post homework, chat with students and so on.

However, because of the presence of the teacher, the students will be more or less cautious and will only be as honest as the classroom.

I dare not say anything I want to say.

Therefore, in private, according to the differences of each circle, different small group chat groups were established.

There are boys for boys and girls for girls.

There are a dozen girls in Mo Yanran's group, all of whom are usually close friends.

Most of them were very beautiful girls, among them Ning Xiaoxian and Qin Yu were in the group.

At 9 o'clock in the evening, the group seemed extremely lively, not for one thing, but because of the relationship between Mo Yanran and Zhang Wanlin.

"I saw it. In fact, Mo Yanran picked up the papers over there, so it was not that Zhang Wanlin wanted to copy the papers, but the squad leader wanted to be copied."

"Before they were sneaky in history classes, they were very close."

"Mo Yanran, everyone is talking about you, but you came out to say something, do you like that Zhang Wanlin?"

Mo Yanran had just seen the news after taking a shower, and heard others frame that she liked others, but she had no reaction at all.

This reaction was not because I liked Zhang Wanlin, but because I saw too much.

She got closer to someone, said a few more words, and did some seemingly intimate actions. Some people always said that she liked others.

She picked up the phone: "You guys think too much, how would I like him."

A girl asked: "Since I don't like it, why do you want to be so intimate in class, and even copy papers for him."

"Yes, I don't usually see you copy papers to other people."

"And you are still a squad leader. This is called knowing the law and breaking the law."

Mo Yanran feels funny, where do you start?

The history class may seem intimate, but it is actually tutoring mathematics.

As for copying papers for him, because I really saw him look helpless.

If they say these things, they will definitely ask again, so they don't bother to say it.

"Anyway, you can just say what you say. As far as you like it, that's not the case."

Mo Yanran finally replied like this.

Ning Xiaoxian said in the group: "I also think everyone has misunderstood, who is Mo Yanran, the goddess of our first grade class, is she so beautiful, would she like Zhang Wanlin?"

"Zhang Wanlin is not handsome, his grades are poor, and he has a poor spirit all day long. It's a weird thing to like him, isn't it?"

Qin Yu also said: "Ning Xiaoxian said that is true.

With so many outstanding people, why would the only person like Zhang Wanlin, who is unremarkable? "

"And what I want to complain about is that Zhang Wanlin's flat-head style is too low, just like the one from the countryside."

With the help of these two goddesses, everyone didn't say anything anymore. After all, I believe that it is strange that Mo Yanran likes Zhang Wanlin.

Ning Xiaoxian said: "Although Mo Yanran doesn't like Zhang Wanlin, I have one thing for sure.

Do you want to listen to it? "

"What's up?"

"Say it quickly, it will sway people's appetite."

Mo Yanran was also curious, what the **** was going on.

"I want to hear too."

Ning Xiaoxian sent out a hey face picture: "This thing is, Zhang Wanlin must like you! Mo Yanran."

The girls booed.

"Hey, this is true. Although Mo Yanran doesn't like Zhang Wanlin, Zhang Wanlin definitely likes Mo Yanran."

"Isn't that nonsense? There are no boys in the class who don't like the monitor."

"A lot of people like it even outside class."

Mo Yanran opposed this opinion. According to her understanding, Zhang Wanlin had that kind of lazy personality, indifferent to everything, let alone likes other people.

To her, he doesn't even know what it is like, like a child.

By the way: "I think this is wrong.

Why do you think that others will like me? "

Ning Xiaoxian became interested: "Look, even if everyone in the world thinks it, but you alone don't believe it.

Mo Yanran, or let's stop it, open a trumpet and ask Zhang Wanlin who he likes and see how he answers. "

"This... it's impossible for the other party to talk about it, such a private matter."

"That's why I asked you to open a small account to ask.

If your deity asks, it would be strange to be able to answer. "

The female students in the group were extremely interested.

"I want to know too."

"Yeah, monitor you open a trumpet, it's best to use a male account, and ask him who his favorite person is."

"I think this method is really interesting."

Mo Yanran thought for a while, and thought this was quite interesting, so he said: "Okay, then I will open a trumpet to ask."

Ning Xiaoxian said: "Remember to post the chat message in the group so that we can be sure if you asked.

The bet is whoever loses, who invites all the girls to drink milk tea. "