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Chapter 112 Three Magical Ways to Improve Your Grades (3)

Jiang Yuchuan came out of the bathroom and saw Song Yuesheng sitting at the table reading a book. He was a little surprised: "Shengsheng, why did you come back so early today?"

"I found a helper."

Song Yuesheng closed the book, walked over and hugged him, then looked into his eyes very seriously.

"Xiao Jiangzi, thank you for everything you have done, but I sleep when I am injured and eat cold food when I am hungry. Soul nourishment does not work for me."

Jiang Yuchuan was stunned, and his throat seemed to become even drier.

That talkative Meng Po!

She must have told Shengsheng!

What would she think of him?

Think he's deliberately hiding something and not being honest with her?

Jiang Yuchuan opened his mouth but didn't know what to say.

After a long silence, he half-stammered to explain: "I... Shengsheng... those people have lived hundreds or thousands of years longer than us. Their words cannot be trusted."

"I know, but I also know my physical condition. Xiao Jiangzi, I'm fine now." Song Yuesheng stretched out his arms and pointed at the book on the table. "The story is good, but it's different from the facts. Clean up the things at home when you have time, otherwise it will attract dirty things to the beautiful sister and the others."

"Yeah. Shengsheng, how can you not be angry?"

Jiang Yuchuan lowered his eyes and hooked her little finger.

Song Yuesheng thought for a while, then said solemnly: "We are back to first place in the monthly exam. I have something to do and will be back the day after tomorrow. You should keep working hard these two days!"

Judging from the expressions of Yan Jun and Li Jun and Jiang Yuchuan's secret, it can be concluded that Jiang Yuchuan is not the person she knows in real life.

Since he wasn't, there was no need for her to bother finding out who he was.

The weapons of the underworld are the next focus.

"Sheng..."

Jiang Yuchuan failed to catch her and watched her disappear from his hands.

He clenched his fist and punched the wall.

He knew that he had promised Shengsheng that he would not have any other thoughts until she completed the task assigned by Lord Yan, but jealousy took root in his heart like spring seedlings.

He can still control the human world, but he cannot enter the other world.

Before he met Lord Yan, he always thought that Lord Yan was a bearded old man like in books, movies and TV shows, but he was not.

There must be many people like this.

Whenever he thought about it, he couldn't help but feel uncomfortable and sour in his heart.

I feel jealous even though I know I shouldn't.

When can I taste the sweetness of love?

Monthly exams are a tradition of H University. The exams last for two days and have no specific scope. They are intended to test students’ learning outcomes at a certain stage.

Ranking has nothing to do with evaluation and awards, and failing is no problem, but it will affect your position in the teacher's mind. If you have excellent grades, your regular grades may be two or three points higher than those of students with less excellent grades.

In short, except for the good students who pursue high GPA and prepare seriously, other students all want 60 points.

There are no exams for freshmen in the first month of school. This is their first time experiencing monthly exams.

As the saying goes, people are always afraid of the unknown.

Therefore, there are always freshmen asking for help from seniors on the confession wall of H University using the question bank from previous years.

On the morning of the monthly exam, H University was filled with a tense atmosphere.

In the second cafeteria, Qianyan sat next to Zhao Youting with porridge in her hand: "Old Zhao, what happened to you these past two days? I sent you a message but you didn't reply."

The moment Zhao Youting heard the voice, the smile on her face disappeared instantly.

"No. We still have to go back to the dormitory. Take your time eating."

She picked up the book next to her, threw down half a cup of millet porridge, and spoke in a flat voice.

Qianyan hates it most when others ignore her.

She stood up, blocking Zhao Youting's way, biting her lower lip, tears welling up in her eyes: "Old Zhao, did I offend you in any way?"

"I told you we were going back to the dorms. Have you ever seen anyone taking textbooks for an exam?"

"But the textbooks can also be placed outside the examination room. Lao Zhao, what are you angry about? Is there anything you can't talk about and solve? Aren't we good friends?"

Her voice was trembling, her shoulders shrugged, and there was a hint of grievance in her tone.

Zhao Youting took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled: "I wrote down a lot of knowledge points in the textbook. I'm worried about losing it. I don't want to leave it outside the examination room. What's wrong?"

One of them was holding a book and rolling his eyes, while the other one was sobbing.

More and more students who didn't know the truth gathered around, and of course the one they helped was Qianyan who looked weak.

"It's just a small matter, why can't we talk about it calmly?"

"The exam is about to start. Zhao Youting, can't you talk about it later?"

"Junior, it's better to recognize it as soon as possible. Otherwise, you will treat her as your best friend and she will treat you as a fool."

……

Qianyan sniffed and controlled her emotions: "Don't...don't say anything, it must be me who did something wrong. Lao Zhao is a very good person, not that kind of person."

Zhao Youting was so angry that she pressed her philtrum.

Why didn't she think this guy was so innocent before?

If she talked for another minute, she would feel short of breath.

"Since you said you made a mistake, why don't you tell us in detail what went wrong? List them one, two, three, four, and five, and let us judge you properly."

Suddenly a voice was heard among the students watching.

Qianyan looked in the direction of the voice and saw a girl in a baseball cap slowly looking up.

Her anger surged up.

The sound of martial arts!

If it weren't for her, she wouldn't have been injured at all, and she wouldn't have been unable to return home!

"Why, you don't want to say it, or are you just complaining? Classmates, if you continue to watch, it will delay the exam. Or do you want me to rush you?"

Song Yuesheng raised the corners of his mouth, rubbed his wrist and smiled gently.

Because of the karate friendly match on weekends, Wu Sheng has become famous in H University.

On the one hand, they were afraid that Wu Sheng would beat people up, but on the other hand, they relied on the fact that she didn't dare to attack so many classmates.

However, the next second.

They saw Wu Sheng quickly walk up to Song Yuesheng, clench his fist, push his right hand back, and swing it forward violently.

Song Yuesheng fell directly to the ground, but Wu Sheng's fist stopped at her face.

what happened?

The students standing opposite Wu Sheng saw it clearly.

Song Yuesheng was frightened by Wu Sheng's fist.

"Wu Sheng, I told you to stop."

A gust of fist wind accompanied by a sound came towards Song Yuesheng.

Song Yuesheng didn't dodge. Instead, he grabbed Murong Lou's arm and used his strength to give him a perfect shoulder throw.

She just learned karate in this world, but that doesn't mean she doesn't know the original martial arts moves.

The onlookers were shocked!

Wu Sheng, a little girl, actually threw Murong Lou down!

And it looks effortless.

Song Yuesheng threw away Murong Lou's arm in disdain, leaned down, and looked at him with a smile: "Vice President, I also told you that I will not let her go. By the way, your friend was taken away the day before yesterday."

She turned her head and looked at Qianyan beside her.

"It was nice to be your guest this weekend. I wish you good luck on your exams and good grades! Bye!"

The students who were watching consciously made way for the situation and left the cafeteria one after another.

They did not forget to share the dramatic scene in the second cafeteria with others.

Murong Lou slowly stood up with Qianyan's support.

He could no longer suppress his hatred for Wu Sheng, and his eyes turned frighteningly red.

Why can’t the evil spirits of six thousand years kill her?