The school grass is slightly sweet

Chapter 151 Fangcao is not as good as school grass

"..."

Moon slowly raised her hand to wipe off the milk tea stains on her face, her black eyelashes trembling patiently.

Knowing that Colonel Lu is famous on Weibo and famous in Mianfeng, he is a high-ranking prince and aristocrat, who cannot be coveted by us grassroots, but you don't have to act so exaggerated, right?
Unrequited love, unrequited love?

All the girls in the school are unrequitedly in love with Lu Jingyun, why can't I, and say... Do you think that there is no possibility that I am far from him?

No, don't talk, I don't want to listen to you guys telling me to go astray, I want to go all the way to the dark!
"Yeah, sorry, I lost my temper."

Shen Wanwan panicked and took out a handkerchief from her bag to wipe her face, her fingertips trembling unbearably.

What a good boy, why can't he think about falling in love with that ancestor?
No... Didn't you seek your own death?

That is the ice that cannot be melted in the deep valley, and the flowers that cannot be picked on the high mountains, they are only short of a breath of immortality, and they can fly up.

I'm afraid that the moon, a heart that has just opened up in love, will soon be smashed to pieces.

Nephew Jing, how many people do you have to harm with that unisex face of yours?
"I……"

After Yue Yue took the handkerchief and wiped her face clean, she wanted to explain the matter in more detail and ask the beauty to help her analyze and analyze it.

"Well, moon, you taught me how to calculate quickly, just 31×81... how to calculate?"

"..."

The moon gradually looked at her seriously.

What's the meaning?What do you mean?Kill him with one shot?
Shen Wanwan was a little guilty when she saw it, and she reached out and handed over a piece of paper, "You... just show me."

The moon held his breath, took the paper, lowered his head and turned the pen, "Listen, multiply the tail by the tail, one by one gets one, add the ten digits, eight plus three equals eleven, write one into one, three times eight 24 , plus one, 25, so the final answer is 2511."

However, Shen Wanwan was obviously not listening, but turned her face slightly to the fat uncle and whispered with her lips.

"You advise~"

"You advise!"

"I can't bear it."

"I can't bear it even more."

While the moon was counting, she glanced at them from the corner of her eye. The two sang together happily, as if she couldn't read lips.

"Oh, your algorithm is different from ours~"

Seeing her stop, Shen Wanwan pretended to be surprised, and then wrote two more sets of numbers.

Yue Yue sneered, but quit this time, crossing his arms around his chest, "Quick calculation."

The little girl squinted her eyes, and her finger tapping on the table was very handsome. Xiao Fang behind the counter looked red again.

Knowing that she is so smart, Shen Wanwan must have guessed her own thoughts.

"That... the moon, Li Bai, the great poet in ancient times, said it well, there is no fragrant grass anywhere in the world, why bother to love a single flower."

"I'm sorry, that's what the poet said, and he didn't have the last sentence, only the first sentence—there are few willows blowing on the branches."

"No... don't care about these details~ The main thing is to understand its connotation!"

"Ah."

Moonlight nodded, "There is no fragrant grass anywhere in the world, and fragrant grass is not as good as school grass."

Shen Wanwan, "..."

"I think it's possible for you!"

The beauty suddenly changed the subject and looked at her blankly.

Moon's face turned warmer, and she leaned on the table and approached her, with anticipation hidden in her eyes, "Really? Where did you see that?"

"Your aunt... she's talking nonsense!"

The fat uncle came out to play haha, but was swept back by Yue Yue's sharp eyes, not to interrupt the beauty's magical sixth sense.

(End of this chapter)