mistook boyfriend for brother

The students below all raised their heads when they heard Su Mu's voice, and many girls' eyes suddenly flashed with heart-shaped light.

"Damn! This voice is so good! He's so handsome!"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Senior look at me!"

"Gentle scum! I'm so cute!"

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All kinds of praise and exaggeration sounded around, and the enthusiastic atmosphere was surging, which was in stark contrast to the bleak scene when the principal, the Lion King, spoke just now.

Qin Nuo heard Ye Jingmo's mocking voice, looked at the people on the rostrum, his eyes lit up, and joked with a smile: "Hey! This person looks just like Mo Mo!"

"Oh, don't say it, it's really interesting! Oh no, he just said that he is in Class [-] and the president of the student union. Why haven't I seen him before he is so outstanding?" Wu Fan's voice was loud.

Han Ruyue, who was standing in the back row of the girls, turned her head when she heard it: "Oh, please keep your voice down, Wu Louba! I'm afraid Sister Hui won't hear you?"

Wu Fan looked forward, and sure enough, he saw Bai Hui, the class teacher, turned his head and looked behind them.

Wu Fan quickly covered his mouth, and when Bai Hui turned his head away again, he lowered his voice: "I'm just curious!"

"Doesn't our school have a junior high school? Su Mu attended junior high school here before, and he was the president of the student union of the junior high school for three years. Didn't he have a place to go abroad as an exchange student in the first year of high school? Su Mu is one of them. Only this semester comes back from abroad!" Han Ruyue explained to them with a low voice.

"It turned out to be like this! After that, there will be another walking hormone in our No. [-] Middle School! Alas! How can we boys who don't look outstanding?" Wu Fan shook his head, lamenting his own beauty.

And the other hormone standing beside him didn't respond much: Su Mu!Class [-], Grade [-], President of the Student Council!OK, I remembered!

Ye Jingmo silently made a small calculation in his heart, planning to find an opportunity to "revenge" Su Mu.

After the flag was hoisted, I returned to the classroom and started another day of boring and boring study.

There are a total of [-] classes in the second year of Lincheng No. [-] Middle School. Classes [-] to [-] are science classes, and classes [-] to [-] are liberal arts classes.

In the first semester of the second year of high school, physical chemistry, history, and geography exams are required. After the exams, there will be a city quality inspection. After the quality inspection, the third middle school will be ranked according to the final results, and the arts and sciences will be arranged again in the order of ABCDE.

Then, at the end of the second semester of the second year of senior high school, when the third grade is promoted, the class will be divided again according to the ranking of grades. Of course, those in class A are the best in the whole year, and the more resources will be given, and the teacher's ability will be stronger. The content is also more difficult, and the recommended places for various competitions are naturally given priority to Class A.

Arranging classes according to rankings puts a lot of pressure on students. Many students will change their study attitudes as soon as they enter the second year of high school. They are afraid that if they don't work hard, they will be placed in the last class after the final exam.

Teachers also began to put pressure on students in the second year of high school, increasing the burden.

It has only been less than a week since school started, and only four classes have passed, and the homework of class nine has already filled half of the small blackboard.

There are countless test papers and workbooks on everyone's desk. Many students with middle and lower grades sighed, tired of writing, and afraid of falling behind if they didn't write.

But Ye Jingmo doesn't have this kind of trouble at present. Except for chemistry, he is a little behind in science, and the other two subjects are in the top of the class every time he takes the exam.

The main subject, Chinese, is relatively poor. He can only hover in the 150s for the [-]-point paper every time, and he can guarantee [-] points for each test in English and mathematics.

The last exam at the end of the first year of high school, plus just passing the calendar and land administration, he was ranked in the [-]s of the grade, which can be regarded as an excellent grade.

He took a few glances at the papers in his hand, and found that they were all topics he knew. He rubbed them into the drawer and took out his mobile phone.

As soon as I turned on the phone, a WeChat notification popped up.

"Xiao Mo, have you finished class? Have you eaten yet?"

"Are you still living in the old house?"

The person who sent the wechat was Ye Jingmo's mother, Jiang Yajuan.

Ye Jingmo looked at the two messages indifferently, and wanted to delete them directly, but stopped, and replied with a "no".

"Then, I want to go and see you!" Jiang Yajuan was overjoyed and surprised when she saw Ye Jingmo reply, and she replied to another WeChat message almost instantly.

"A few days ago, I made some snacks that you loved when you were young. Shall I bring you some?"

Ye Jingmo's eyes drooped, he pressed and slid his finger on the delete key and slid it away, pressed it and slid it away...

Wu Fan, who was also not under pressure, was calling them to eat: "Let's go! Let's eat! I'm starving to death!"

Wu Fan's science subjects are not as outstanding as Ye Jingmo's, but they are not bad. The main subjects of English and Mathematics are not as good as Ye Jingmo's, but Chinese is always more than [-] points higher than Ye Jingmo's.

In addition, he also did well in the three liberal arts exams in the final exam of the first year of high school, ranking a few places higher than Ye Jingmo.

Shen Junyang, the class monitor, is very strong in the three main subjects, but not as good in science, but his ranking is quite high, and he has no pressure. He stood up and said, "Let's go! What do you want for lunch?"

"Anyway, it's right not to eat in the cafeteria! It seems that there is a new hot pot restaurant across the bridge, how about eating hot pot?" Wu Fan suggested.

"You guys are really enough! Can you worry about my feelings as a scumbag? I haven't finished correcting this math problem yet!" Among the four, Qin Nuo was the only one whose grades were not very good.

Apart from Qin Nuo's excellent English, he can score above [-] every time, almost all his other subjects can be described as horrible, and his final exam ranking in the first year of senior high school was outside the top [-] in the year group.

"You change slowly, let's discuss what to eat first! What kind of hot pot to eat in summer? When the time comes, you will come to class with a hot pot smell, aren't you uncomfortable?" Shen Junyang said speechlessly.

At this moment, he was standing and accidentally saw Ye Jingmo's phone screen.

"If you don't want to see me, then I'll just deliver the food, and I'll leave after delivery, do you think it's okay?" After waiting for a long time, before Ye Jingmo returned, Jiang Yajuan sent another WeChat message carefully.

Ye Jingmo just stared at the WeChat message blankly, but if you look closely, you will find that his brows are frowning and his eyes are dark.

Ye Jingmo looked at this WeChat message for a while, then raised his hand to type: "No, I don't like it now, let your son eat it! Don't bother me anymore!"

When Jiang Yajuan saw this WeChat message, her eyes were red and she was anxious and angry. A feeling of sourness and powerlessness rose in her heart: "You are also my son! Xiaomo, when will you forgive mother..."

Up to now, Ye Jingmo has not told them about the situation at home. Shen Junyang sighed in his heart, pretended not to see it, and continued to discuss with Wu Fan: "The temperature is so high today, why don't you go to Qingliangzhai? fire!"

"I think it works! How about you, Dad?" Wu Fan looked at Ye Jingmo.

Qingliangzhai is a restaurant that serves light dishes. In summer, it also specializes in four-fruit soup, fruit soup and ice cream, which are very popular.

Ye Jingmo has already slid open the backstage of WeChat, clicked on a boring little game to play: "Success!"

"That's good! We'll go to Qingliangzhai later." Wu Fan nodded in satisfaction.

"Damn it! Why don't you ask me what I want to eat?" Qin Nuo buried her head in hard work, not forgetting to complain.

"Ask a hammer! The minority obeys the majority! You change quickly, why are you so slow? I'm going to starve to death!"

Qin Nuo rolled her eyes at him angrily.

Two minutes later, Qin Nuo finally finished correcting, and the four of them left for Qingliangzhai.

At this time, Ye Jingmo's mood also returned to normal, not affected by those WeChat messages, and the four of them frolicked along the way.

But none of them thought that they would meet Su Mu when they arrived at Qingliangzhai.

Ye Jingmo and the others walked into Qingliangzhai, all the seats on the first floor of Qingliangzhai were already full, and Su Mu was standing at the front desk with two boys.

One of the boys has healthy wheat-colored skin and is still wearing a jersey. The other is a little chubby and is talking to the waiter at the front desk.

Su Mu stood aside, with one school uniform button unbuttoned, revealing his sexy Adam's apple. His fair face was slightly reddened by heat, and a few strands of hair hung down on his forehead. Gold-rimmed glasses, light-colored pupils appear extraordinarily cold.

The boy in the jersey, Ye Jingmo, and the others knew each other. His name was Han Yu. They had played together a few times in their first year of high school.

Ye Jingmo and the others approached, and Han Yu was the first to see them, and said happily, "Hey! Brother Ye! Fanzai, Junyang, Nuonuo! What a coincidence! You also come here for dinner?"

As soon as he spoke, Su Mu and the chubby boy turned their eyes.

Su Mu's light eyes swept across Wu Fan and the three of them calmly, and his eyes stopped on Ye Jingmo's face, and he was also a little surprised.

Ye Jingmo also looked at him, speechless and a little annoyed: What happened today?Seeing him for the fourth time, meeting him face to face for the third time?Is it such a coincidence?

But Ye Jingmo changed his mind: Is this an opportunity arranged by God for me to take revenge on him?Ouch!Maybe it is!

So Ye Jingmo had a sly smile in his eyes, looked at Su Mu, and raised a handsome eyebrow at him.

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Su Mu looked away expressionlessly.

"Yes! Yuzi! What are you doing standing here now?" Wu Fan smiled in front of the diplomat.

"Damn! Isn't it a bit late? There is no place! There is only one big table left in the private room!"

The waiter at the front desk seized the opportunity to interject: "You two know each other, right? Why don't you share a table and go to the private room? It's just right for seven people! There is no other place now!"

"Uh……"

The diplomats Wu Fan and Han Yu of the two sides looked at each other, and then looked at the people on their side.

The chubby boy smiled and waved his hands: "Of course it's no problem! It's my honor to have dinner with the school bully!"

Shen Junyang and Qin Nuo also smiled: "Of course it is possible! It is also our honor to have dinner with our student union president!"

In the end, only the key figures on both sides remained, Wu Fan looked at Ye Jingmo: "Brother Ye, what do you think?"

Ye Jingmo looked at Su Mu with an unknown smile on the corner of his mouth: "Of course I don't mind! Having dinner with such a handsome president has increased my appetite a lot!"

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Wu Fan always feels that this is not like their brother Ye's style!Things must not be so simple!

Seeing that Ye Jingmo also agreed, Han Yu looked at Su Mu: "Brother Mu, everyone agrees, so let's eat together at the same table?"

Su Mu looked at the ambiguous smile on Ye Jingmo's face, and felt that it was not good, but seeing that everyone agreed, it was not good for him to refuse alone, so he could only agree: "Okay!"