"What are you looking at me for? Read your English book."
Luo Nan Xuan held his English book and wanted to cry without tears.
"Don't sit here with your back." Luo Nanqiu pointed in the direction of the balcony with the index finger of his right hand, "Go outside, so you don't doze off."
Luo Nanxuan, who had planned to secretly squint for a while on his back, burst into tears and moved to the balcony with an English book in his arms.
The indicator given by his brother is at least 60 new words.
The least!
What kind of human suffering is this...
But what he didn't know was that Luo Nanqiu's daily word accumulation was twice or more than his.
About 40 minutes later, exactly 7:00 in the morning.
Unsurprisingly, Luo Nanqiu received a call from Jiang Mo.
Jiang Mo was probably fiddling with something like a porcelain plate. His voice, accompanied by the crisp collision of porcelain, came faintly from the other end of the phone: "Come over for dinner."
When the Luo brothers passed, Jiang Mo was already waiting at the door.
The breakfast prepared by Jiang Mo was not particularly exquisite, nor was it particularly rich, but it was definitely not simple, but the things he made were not difficult, and he could not judge his cooking level for a while.
After the three solved the problem of food and clothing, Comrade Luo Nanxuan, who had the least human rights, was sent by Luo Nanqiu to clean up the dishes again. While he himself chatted with Chef Jiang in the living room.
"Do you want to do your homework at my place or yours?"
"You." Jiang Mo took a tissue and wiped his fingers carefully, "I have a cat at home."
Luo Nanqiu understood and responded: "Okay."
It wasn't until Luo Nanxuan sat next to the two learning gods to do his homework that he truly and deeply realized what "crushing" was.
Not to mention pressing him to the ground, the efficiency of these two people is clearly to press him underground.
What was even more terrifying was that they didn't seem to feel tired, and they only took a five-minute break after brushing two sets of test papers. During this five-minute gap, in addition to relieving eye fatigue, they would also take time to "instruct" Luo Nanxuan.
Said to be a guide, in fact, when it comes to these two poisonous things, it basically turns into ridicule.
"Two hours," Luo Nanqiu lightly clicked Luo Nanxuan's desktop with his slender and beautiful fingers, "I finished three sets of chemistry, two sets of mathematics and one set of geography with him, and you didn't finish writing a set of English?"
Luo Nanxuan raised his head and looked at him aggrieved: "Brother, the time stipulated in this English test paper is two hours. As a scumbag, I am enough to do this..."
At least he's already writing his essay, isn't he...
"Forget it, the error rate is almost catching up with my correct rate. Chapter D reading comprehension is all wrong." Luo Nanqiu said in disgust, "He glanced at the topic and started to speak English fluently:" What docs good English allow Sri Lanka monks to do Sri Lanka offers a good English learning environment... Isn't there an answer in the original text? Can this be wrong? "
Luo Nanxuan felt that his 800-foot-thick skin was about to hang.
"And this translation question, elementary school students can translate it correctly, try it." Luo Nanqiu pointed at his empty translation question again.
Luo Nanxuan had one big head and two big ones, but he had no choice but to do it, and he bit the bullet and started to translate.
"I... am... a... I'm a... lucky... dog... dog... I'm a lucky dog?" Luo Nanxuan was only halfway through, feeling good about himself, but when he looked up, he found that his two brothers looked indescribable, and said blankly: "No, isn't it right?"
Luo Nanqiu: "..."
Jiang Mo: "..."
"That's half right." Jiang Mo didn't want to hit him, but he couldn't bear this mindless translation method. He said sincerely, "Don't turn it over, it's hopeless."
jiangmoI want to go to Tsinghua to meet Chaoyu, I have already got the fan mark
qingyustarkeyYou can get it in the clock.
