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n644 Side Story (44)

nThat afternoon, the four dishes and the soup were all finished.

nThere was not a single grain of rice left in the back kitchen.

nIn the afternoon, Bo Yicheng went back to school for class, his mind still a little distracted.

nBo Yiyi had already passed the interview, so she did not have to go to school in the afternoon.

nThe mother and daughter were huddling on the sofa and playing games.

nThe other party could not believe that the person who was ranked second on the kill list in the game was a sixth grade primary school student who had just graduated.

nShe couldn’t believe that the first child was her second mother.

nIn the middle of it, Lin Zhan came online. Su ye was about to invite him, but Lin Zhan went offline again.

nLin Zhan had been busy in the company and had gone next door to get intimate with his wife.

nThe two of them cuddled for a long time in the break room. Lin Zhan said that he wanted to play a game to show off in front of his wife.

nBut who knew that when he got online, he would see su ye and her daughter there.

nWith this mother-daughter pair around, how could he act cool?

nHe quickly went offline.

nAfter school at night, Bo Yicheng’s bicycle returned to the Bo family’s courtyard.

nThe crisp bicycle bell rang from far away.

nBo Moyi went out to welcome them, and the siblings entered the house together.

nThey had eaten too much in the afternoon, and su was not the one cooking for dinner, so the siblings did not eat.

nBo Yicheng said that he wanted to tutor Bo yiyan in Chemistry and Physics.

nThey were all new courses that would only be added after junior high.

nCompared to listening to the teacher, Bo yiyan was more willing to listen to her brother.

nShe entered her brother’s study. Her brother’s chair was high, and Bo yiyan’s long and thin legs did not touch the ground.

nBo Yicheng considerately adjusted the height for her and then pulled a chair to sit beside her.

nHe picked up a pen and started to write questions in his notebook.

nBo yiyan’s gaze fell on her brother’s desk.

nHis desk was clean and tidy, totally different from Bo Yimo’s room.

nThere was a long row of books on the bookshelf, from ” three-body “, ” Devil’s physics ” to ” gravitational waves “.

nThere was not a single book that did not burn one’s brain.

nMost importantly, the size of all the books was strictly the same. Any book with a slight bulge in height and width would not be able to enter his bookshelf.

nThe Butler knocked on the door and brought in a plate of freshly washed cherry tomatoes.

n“Young master, young miss, please have some cherry tomatoes to supplement your vitamins,” he said with a kind expression.

nIt had been many years since the Bo family had been so prosperous and lively.

nIt just so happened that Bo Yicheng had written a few questions.

nHe took the fruit plate and placed the book with the questions in front of his sister. “Try it.”

nyes. Bo Yiyi supported her chin with one hand and twirled a pen with the other while she was examining the questions.

nHer hands were quite small, but one could already tell that they were slender and beautiful. The movements of her fingertips were very light, and the pen seemed to come to life, moving from her fingertips up to down, and then from down to up.

nAbout a minute later, he started to write in the notebook.

nOf course, the questions that Bo Yicheng set were not as ordinary as those that appeared in ordinary junior high school textbooks.

nIf the siblings continued like this, who knew what kind of technology they would master in the future that would be enough to subvert the era?

nHis eyes fell on the book.

nHer brother’s handwriting was heroic and fair.

nHis sister’s handwriting was like a wild snake dancing.

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n“You’re done?” Bo Yicheng handed her the plate of small cherry tomatoes and exchanged the notebook with her.

nBo Yichen lowered her head and in the next second, she narrowed her eyes.

nNo wonder she had seen her brother tapping the plate from the corner of her eye when she was doing the questions just now.

nThere were dozens of small Holy Virgin fruits on the plate, arranged in circles from the outside to the inside.

nThey were neat and well-proportioned.

nBo Yimo,”hehe.”

nWhat kind of performance art is this?

nWhat she did not know was that her brother was extremely strict, stubborn, and self-disciplined, even surpassing her father.

nBo Yicheng saw that she was staring at the cherry fruit in his hand and his lips curved into a warm smile.”Have some.”

nBo Yimo stuck out her cat-like pink tongue and licked the corner of her lips. She randomly picked two pills from the middle and threw them into her small mouth. She bit through them and the sweet and sour juice instantly filled her teeth.

nIt was so delicious.

nBo Yicheng looked at his sister’s expression and could not help but laugh. However, when he lowered his head and noticed the plate, his smile suddenly froze.

nAfter his sister took two from the middle, the entire plate of well-arranged cherry tomatoes was in a mess.

nBo Yicheng’s forehead was covered in sweat.

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nThe summer vacation ended, and Yali middle school started.

nThere was no distinction between the elite class and the ordinary class. All the students were randomly assigned to different classes.

nJust half a month after school started, Bo Yimo, who was the last in her grade, became a popular student in Yali middle school with her outstanding appearance and temperament.

nThere were countless upper grade boys whistling at her after school.

nHowever, Bo Yicheng sent his sister to and from school every day, so the boys had no chance to lay their hands on her.

nOf course, there were other factors that hindered him.

nIn Class 6 of the first grade.

nZhang Mao came back from the office with a thick stack of chinese homework.

nAs soon as he reached the door, he was blocked by three tall and handsome senior boys.

n“You’re Bo yiyan’s deskmate?”

nZhang Mao’s chin touched the thick stack of exercise books. He pushed his glasses with his chubby hand and said bravely, ” “I am.”

nThe upper grade boy’s lips curved into an evil smile, as if he was laughing at Zhang Mao’s sparse hair.

nThe leader took a bag of fragrant fast food from the underling’s hand and handed it to Zhang Mao. At the same time, he raised his eyebrows.”Let me tell your deskmate, Feng Bing from grade nine class two gave it to her. I went to the fast food restaurant to line up and buy it for her!”

nWhen he said this, the boy’s tone sounded domineering with a little shyness.

nZhang Mao nodded his head. okay, don’t worry. I will tell her.

nThe senior boys nodded in satisfaction. They hung the food on the little Fatty’s fingers, which were holding the homework, and left.

nZhang Mao took the opportunity to look around the corner with his small head. After making sure that he couldn’t see the figure of that person, he quickly glanced at his deskmate who was still sleeping with his head on his arm and wearing a hat from the back door. He quickly put his homework back on his desk and ran to an empty corner with the bag of fast food.

nShe squatted in the corner and finished the fast food in two or three bites.

nHe threw the rest of the parcel into the trash can and wiped away the evidence of the crime at the corner of his mouth. Finally, he pulled out the cool sour plum soup health drink that he had bought for Bo Yiyi from his pocket.

nAfter being here for a month, Zhang Mao was used to it.

nThose who wanted to send things to Bo Yimo, be it breakfast or dessert, were all cut off by him!

nBo Yimo could only eat the things he bought for her.

nBesides, fast food was not nutritious at all, and it was easy to get pimples if one ate too much!

n“Aiyo, you bought drinks for your deskmate again? I really treasure this desk-mate of yours, but I wonder if he’ll take a fancy to you?”

nAn extremely uncomfortable sound came from the corner.

nA second later, a girl with a delicate but slightly tacky appearance and a pink hair clip appeared from behind the wall.

nZhang Mao said,’Qi wanyao, I just like to be good to her! Do I need you to meddle in my business?”

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