When he was at ho, Tan Mo continued to read his books every day and occasionally took a look at things related to the course. After all, he was the only special student in the school who could go to class without listening to lectures and without doing howork after class.
So there is no howork for sumr and winter vacations.
Qiao Lan doesn't have this kind of treatnt, and she still has to do her howork.
Even if the attached middle school only gives the third year students a winter vacation for ten days, the howork is not at all ambiguous, with one set of papers and one set of papers. In addition to the papers, there are many idiot howork that don't need brains but only pens.
What Qiao Lan wrote was irritable and speechless.
Tan Mo went into the room to find Qiao Lan after studying today's stock market. Qiao Lan was sitting at the table struggling to rush howork.
Qiao Lan is writing mathematics.
She prefers more flexible howork such as mathematics, physics, and chemistry, although her English and Chinese scores are more top-notch.
Tan Mo reached out and took a large number of papers that Qiao Lan had placed on the table. When he opened it, he found that the Chinese, English, and biology were almost empty. Qiao Lan was probably going to write these at the end.
This is in line with Qiao Lan's character, just like Qiao Lan always likes to eat the favorites first while eating, and leave the ones that he doesn't like to the end.
Qiao Lan watched Tan Mo's arrival and put down her pen. She turned her aching wrists and smiled and asked Tan Mo, "Did you finish?"
Since Tan Mo's interest in the stock market has gradually increased, he spends more and more ti here every day. At first, Qiao Lan said that he wanted to learn from Tan Mo, but there was no ti at all.
"Yeah," Tan Mo nodded, and casually explained the trend of today's stock market with Qiao Lan, and his eyes fell on Qiao Lan's subconsciously turning wrist.
Paused, "I'll write it for you."
"Ok?"
Qiao Lan raised her eyes.
"You don't need to write these things in your Chinese or English. If you have extra ti, it's better to recite more words and read the book." Tan Mo took Qiao Lan's English and Chinese at the farthest point. It was a thick stack of papers. , There is not even a na on it.
"You write what you have first, and I will help you with these."
Qiao Lan stopped rubbing her wrist, looked at Tan Mo and then at the paper in Tan Mo's hand, wishing to give Tan Mo a big hug again, and sighed sincerely.
"Momo, you are really an angel."
Tan Mo smiled, "I am not, I want to be paid."
"What kind of reward?" Qiao Lan promised with a smile, "As long as you want, the natural stars will be picked for you."
"What do I want stars for?" Tanmo's heart is not as full of stars as you, stretched out his hand, still wearing a bracelet on the white wrist, which has been worn for a long ti on a hand-woven bracelet A black bead.
"I want a new one," Tan Mo said.
Qiao Lan looked at the bracelet on Tan Mo's hand. This was a peace knot she gave Tan Mo two years ago. Tan Mo asked Aunt Chen to modify the peace knot and incorporate an obsidian bead. Tan Mo's bracelet, Tan Mo has been wearing this bracelet, now it is really not very new.
I really need a new one.
but......
Qiao Lan was embarrassed.
"I won't
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