Something is wrong with my omega ex-wife

The sun sets and the day flies by.

In the last self-study class, bright lights were turned on in the classroom, but it was still groggy.

Yu Mo and Wei Lai lay on the table one on the left and the other on the right. They both buried their heads in sleep, feeling very uncomfortable.

At this moment, the math class representative knocked on Yu Mo's desk and said, "Yu Mo, the math teacher is looking for you."

Yu Mo suddenly regained his energy.

She knew that Zhang Wenmin must have asked her to tell her about participating in the competition, so she hurriedly said "thank you" to the math class representative, and hurriedly walked towards the math group office.

Yu Mo came to the office of the mathematics group in a big stride.

Before her breath calmed down, she knocked on the door and said, "Report."

Zhang Wenmin was bending over to receive water from the water dispenser nearby, when he saw Yu Mo standing at the door, he beckoned, "Come here."

Yu Mo let out an "hey" and followed behind Zhang Wenmin.

A pair of hands hung down the side of the skirt, slightly clenched the hem of the skirt.

Rare restraint.

"I called you here because I don't know where your level is... I want to find out your background..." Zhang Wenmin flipped through the messy exercise books on the table while talking, and finally watched him start from an exercise book. A paper was selected from the booklet.

"This set of papers, you do the four questions on the first side now, and I'll give you twenty..." Zhang Wenmin looked up at his watch, and changed his question again: "Half an hour."

Yu Mo took the paper respectfully and glanced at it hastily.

This paper is not like the other papers that have a bold title on the upper left corner of the first side. This paper has nothing on it. It comes up with big questions. There are eight questions in total on the front and back sides. None of them are what Yu Mo is learning in class now, but are related to competition questions. related stuff.

Zhang Wenmin glanced at Yu Mo who sat aside to study the topic, took a sip of tea from the mug, and said, "Don't think about searching for the answer online, I'll just watch it."

Yu Mo glanced at the four big questions in front of him, and he had some ideas in his mind.

She looked up at Zhang Wenmin, and spoke to him in a relaxed and presumptuous tone: "Teacher, don't worry, I'm not that kind of person."

To be honest, Yu Mo didn't have much sense of distance from Zhang Wenmin in this life, and even felt close to him.

There were so many teachers in the last life, she fell in love with Zhang Wenmin, even though she said she hated it, she was actually grateful to him.

To some extent, Zhang Wenmin is her hidden bole.

"What kind of person are you?" Although Zhang Wenmin has only known Yu Mo for a short time in this life, looking at the little girl with a bright smile in front of him, he felt a little partiality in his heart, and said angrily, "The only way to take my class is to be with Yu Mo." You sleep with me, just play with your phone. If I don’t think you’re a good seed, I won’t care about you!”

"Hey, I get it, teacher, don't speak so loudly." Yu Mo looked at the teachers around him who were still working, and didn't argue with Zhang Wenmin, and kept admitting cowardice.

"I promise, I won't let you down this time!" Yu Mo swore by placing four fingers on the side of his head.

This oath was made to Zhang Wenmin, and it was also made by Yu Mo to himself in his heart.

Zhang Wenmin glanced at Yu Mo, and pursed his lips pretending to be disgusted, "You better not let me down, girl."

The old clock on the wall in Yu Guangli had already passed 3 minutes, Zhang Wenmin stopped chatting with Yu Moduo, and hurriedly waved: "Okay, let's do the questions quickly, it's been 5 minutes."

"Yeah." Yu Mo looked at the papers on the table, lowered his head and stopped joking with Zhang Wenmin.

The second hand was ticking away, and there were people coming and going in the rustling math group office.

At the beginning, Zhang Wenmin was worried that Yu Mo would be affected, but he turned his head to look.

Yu Mo lowered his head, a piece of draft paper and a pen.

Writing and drawing, with focused eyes, was not affected at all.

Zhang Wenmin felt a lot of relief in his heart, picked up his vintage jar and took a sip of water.

The minute hand followed the second hand once, and quickly moved twenty times.

Yu Mo's pen also neatly marked a black dot next to the last step of the last question, symbolizing the end.

These questions did take some time for her, a 23-year-old who has been away from school for eight years.

But her current body is a 15-year-old girl, and she still has a sharpness in numbers that no one else can touch.

The train of thought for each question is like a blocked flow of water in Yu Mo's mind.

Once a hole is pried open, it will surge forward.

The pen and ink left neat and perfect problem-solving steps on the paper smoothly.

"I'm fine." Yu Mo put on the cap of his pen, looked up at the clock, and proudly said to Zhang Wenmin.

Zhang Wenmin, who was still grading homework, looked at the time in surprise. It was only 10 minutes, "So fast?"

"Excellent, isn't it?" Yu Mo proudly stood in front of Zhang Wenmin holding the paper.

"You better not know it." Zhang Wenmin took off his reading glasses a little bit, and took Yu Mo's paper with his hand.

Just looking at Zhang Wenmin, he knew that Yu Mo solved the problem beautifully, so he couldn't help but exclaimed: "Yo!"

After that, Zhang Wenmin stopped talking and concentrated on correcting Yu Mo's paper.

Except for a few wrong results caused by carelessness, the rest of the problem-solving ideas and steps are very good.

Seeing the smile on Zhang Wenmin's face that gradually bloomed, Yu Mo couldn't help jumping up in his heart.

She peeped at Zhang Wenmin and asked expectantly, "What do you think of me, teacher?"

Yu Mo is waiting,

Wait for an affirmation.

"It's okay." Zhang Wenmin didn't deliberately flatter Yu Mo too much, he clicked on a few places he circled, and said, "It's just carelessness."

"In the future, I will be stricter with you than the ordinary students in the class. You must be mentally prepared." Zhang Wenmin said again, "Although it is a bit early to say that it is too early to prepare for the competition, everything must be accumulated. do you know?"

"I know." Yu Mo immediately suppressed the laughter just now, and became serious.

Zhang Wenmin: "In the future, you will have to do the homework I assign, and the selected questions. Come to me with the questions in the self-study class."

"Yes, I remember." Yu Mo nodded.

"There's nothing else, let's go back. get out of class will be over soon." Zhang Wenmin glanced at Yu Mo and waved.

"Thank you teacher." Yu Mo respectfully bowed to Zhang Wenmin, turned and left.

The forsythia flowers in the flower bed of the teaching building have fully bloomed, stacked one by one.

The branches with bent petals hang down on the ground with a thin layer of grass.

The fragrance of flowers floated up in the wind, along the open windows in the corridor, and filled the teaching building.

Yu Mo smelled that his body and mind were at ease, and he felt his footsteps were light.

She knew this was an opportunity to change her destiny.

She wants to hold on tight, hold on tight.

As soon as Yu Mo stepped into the class door, he saw a person sitting in his seat.

Wei Lai chatted passionately with that person, his smile trembled wildly.

Yu Mo knew who that person was without guessing - Li Qingqing.

Li Qingqing also saw Yu Mo, got up to give Yu Mo her seat, and said, "I asked you to take the notes to Shuyu."

"Notes?" Yu Mo paused, and then remembered such a thing.

I was only thinking about the math competition today, and I forgot that I had such a thing with Shen Shuyu in the morning.

It's also interesting to think about it, I used to always regard Shen Shuyu's words as an imperial edict.

Don't dare to forget, trembling.

It's better this time, forget about it completely.

This is the feeling of not being held back by others.

Don't live for others, be free, just for yourself.

Yu Mo was in a better mood.

While looking for her notes, she said to Li Qingqing, "Wait a minute."

"Are you not ready yet?" Li Qingqing was a little surprised.

"Ang." Yu Mo deliberately kept a distance from the people around Shen Shuyu, and didn't answer Li Qingqing's questions much.

I just lowered my head and quickly found the notebooks for today's lessons.

Yu Mo clicked on the notebook, and after confirming that it was not too little or too much, he handed it to Li Qingqing, "Here."

Li Qingqing took the notebook and asked, "Yu Mo, do you have anything to say to Shu Yu?"

Yu Mo glanced at Li Qingqing, she really remembered that she had something to pass to Shen Shuyu.

Yu Mo nodded and said, "Yes."

Li Qingqing smiled.

He thought that if he told her about Yu Mo's concern for Shu Yu, he didn't know how happy she would be.

Maybe the disease will be cured immediately.

Li Qingqing: "Then tell me, I will bring it to Shuyu intact."

Yu Mo: "Remember to return the notes to me tomorrow, I still need them."

Li Qingqing heard Yu Mo's every word clearly.

But feel surprised.

She frowned, and looked at Yu Mo in disbelief, "That's all?"

Yu Mo was suspicious at first, and then keenly caught the disappointment in Li Qingqing's eyes.

It seems that she wants to say something about Shen Shuyu?

Then she was really wrong.

I am not someone from Shen Shuyu, so I will not follow their expectations and say the kind words of condolences.

Yu Mo sneered, and asked back, "Otherwise, Li Qingqing thinks, what should I say?"

Looking at the expression on Yu Mo's face, Li Qingqing felt a chill in her heart.

She shook her head and patted Yu Mo's notes, "It's nothing. I've got the notes, so I'm leaving."

Li Qingqing walked out of the class, turned her head and looked at Yu Mo in the class again.

Under the incandescent lamp, she was chatting and laughing with Wei Lai, the feeling that made her heart tremble completely disappeared in her eyes just now.

This she was the Yu Mo that Li Qingqing knew on weekdays.

Publicity and brilliant, full of youthful spirit.

This was the first time Li Qingqing felt the coldness hidden in Yu Mo's body that did not belong to her age.

Or...she was indifferent to the words Shen Shuyu.

The sunlight that hadn't faded in the evening could barely outline the outline of Shen Shuyu's small stone blue bungalow.

The window at the far end of the second floor was lit with warm yellow light, and a slender and straight figure was depicted on the window by light and shadow.

Just like western oil painting.

Shen Shuyu was sitting dignifiedly at the desk, looking at a thick financial book.

The light fell gently on her side face, and there was a hint of redness on the cheeks that had recovered a bit of blood.

Under the long eyelashes, a pair of clear and focused eyes.

The surroundings are quiet and beautiful.

There was the sound of a car passing by downstairs.

There was a "bang" sound of closing the car door, crisp and clear.

After a short period of silence, Shen Shuyu heard footsteps coming from far and near outside the door.

Then there was a knock on the door of her room, and Li Qingqing pushed Shen Shuyu's door open holding Yu Mo's notes.

"Thank you." Shen Shuyu got up and took the notes in Li Qingqing's hand, and beckoned her to sit on a chair and rest.

"What's the hard work, just a few notebooks." Li Qingqing waved her hand, and took the white porcelain teacup from Shen Shuyu.

Li Qingqing bowed her head and took a sip. The milk tea was warmed at the best temperature, mellow and silky.

The taste of familiarity and nostalgia burst out in Li Qingqing's mouth, stirring.

Surprises popped out of her eyes like stars.

This is exactly the milk tea from Li Qingqing's favorite handmade milk tea shop, and it is very difficult to get it.

"Oh my God, my Shu Yu, you really love me too much!" Li Qingqing lightly licked the tip of her lips dipped in milk tea, and the unhappiness she experienced with Yu Mo just now completely disappeared.

After running out of a cup of milk tea, Li Qingqing wiped her mouth contentedly.

Taking a glance, she saw that Shen Shuyu was already flipping through Yu Mo's notebook.

There was emotion in her eyes that Li Qingqing had never seen before.

There is a gentle sweetness in the cold pool water.

"You look happy?" Li Qingqing asked.

"Of course." Shen Shuyu nodded and admitted.

Her smiling eyes were curved, like a white rose blooming angrily.

Undisguised, straightforward and brilliant.

Li Qingqing felt that this was too exaggerated, she had never seen Shen Shuyu like this.

In her impression, Shen Shuyu was always very calm.

She was so calm that she felt that nothing in this world could cause waves on her face.

However, it is just such a few ordinary and crude notebooks.

Shen Shuyu was as happy as a child who got some rare toy.

"Shu Yu, what are you doing? It's just a few notebooks." Li Qingqing asked nonchalantly.

Shen Shuyu glanced at Li Qingqing, and retorted: "You don't understand."

She carefully placed the notebook on her knees, her eyes lingering on the elegant and powerful "Yu Mo" for a long time.

refused to move away.

"I don't understand? Let me see what magic power her notes have. It can make you happy like this." Li Qingqing moved to Shen Shuyu's side and took Yu Mo's notes as well.

Yu Mo's handwriting was not particularly serious, and there were some haste in a few places.

But the rush is not less chic.

At a glance, Yu Mo's handwriting is crisp and neat.

"You say a person from the city, how can you write so beautifully?" Li Qingqing sighed.

Shen Shuyu's eyes changed, and his fingers tightened.

She should have realized that Yu Mo had also been reborn in that math class.

Yu Mo's font in high school was not like this at all.

This word was once taught to her by holding her hand.

……

It was a rainy morning, and the rain washed away the heat of midsummer, dampened the impetuousness, and pressed it into the soil.

In the room with the door open, there is a cleansed freshness.

Shen Shuyu was wearing this dark green suspender dress and stood behind the large agarwood desk in the study.

Holding a brush with a goose topaz jade handle in her bony fingers, she raised her arm slightly, and wrote the word "rain" on a piece of rice paper elegantly and forcefully.

It is rare for Shen Shuyu to have a free day.

When it is raining, it is most suitable to practice calligraphy in the study and cultivate your mind.

Different from the quiet and leisurely place here, Yu Mo hurried down from the bedroom on the second floor outside the room.

Stepping barefoot on the pure white carpet, his eyes flustered.

Yu Mo woke up a bit late last night because of his presumptuousness. As soon as he opened his eyes, Shen Shuyu, who promised to be with him at home today, disappeared.

Anxiety and disappointment intertwined in Yu Mo's heart.

She hastily put on an oversized white shirt and ran down.

The shirt could barely cover the roots of Yu Mo's thighs, and a pair of tight, curvy long legs were naked and white.

Finally, she held onto the glass of the study porch and saw Shen Shuyu.

The gentle light shone on Shen Shuyu's body, and the dark green silk was radiant, making her skin fairer than snow.

The skirt on Shen Shuyu's body was not tight, and the satin was lazy, unwilling to draw the curve of the master's body.

It's just that there is a slit on the side of the skirt that reaches the root of the thigh, and Shen Shuyu's well-proportioned white and tender long legs are looming in the dark green ocean.

Laziness reveals sexy allure.

Yu Mo's throat rolled, he hid at the door and wanted to take a few more peeks.

But she didn't want Shen Shuyu to have noticed her.

Shen Shuyu slightly raised her thick eyelashes, and stared at Yu Mo with silvery eyes as calm as a pool of water: "Are you awake?"

"Yes." Yu Mo nodded, and walked to Shen Shuyu's side.

There are a few small letters written in chic thin gold fonts stacked on the table, which are not like Shen Shuyu's usual handwriting.

"Sister is practicing new fonts?" Yu Mo asked.

Holding the pen, Shen Shuyu looked down at the few words she had just written, as if asking casually: "Want to learn with me?"

Yu Mo looked at Shen Shuyu who was standing opposite, with sly eyes: "If my sister teaches me, I will."

Shen Shuyu looked up at Yu Mo, and beckoned to her: "Come here."

Knowing that Shen Shuyu agreed, Yu Mo immediately went around to her and stood at the table under her guidance.

Yu Mo, who didn't know what to do, stood in front of the table looking at the supposedly exquisite Four Treasures of the Study, and was about to ask Shen Shuyu what to do.

Yu Mo felt that someone was gently covering him behind him, and Shen Shuyu put his arms around him, and put the pen in her hand into his hand.

"This font should be very suitable for you." Shen Shuyu held Yu Mo's hand and slowly danced on the paper.

Two equally slender and delicate hands overlapped.

Shen Shuyu's hand was on top of Yu Mo's, with jade bones and icy muscles, warm and comfortable.

Yu Mo's heart beat crazily like a drum.

Apart from the bed, she and Shen Shuyu seldom have such intimacy.

The summer wind slowly blows the fragrance of rain into the room, and Yu Mo's body is covered with the fragrance of tea and plum, which makes her lose her mind.

Obviously Yu Mo's eyes were on the rice paper, but her eyes were all on Shen Shuyu.

Her long hair covered her collarbone lightly, and dots of red marks were looming in it.

That is the trace that fell after the cloud and rain last night.

It was planted by Yu Mo himself.

In Yu Mo's impression, Shen Shuyu rarely exposed such obscure traces like this.

She had never seen Shen Shuyu so calm under such incandescent sunlight.

Yu Mo's face felt hot and his throat felt dry.

Shen Shuyu obviously sensed Yu Mo's change, stopped his hands, and said angrily, "Not paying attention."

"No, sister, I'm just..." Yu Mo was afraid that Shen Shuyu would not teach him, so he hurriedly turned around to explain.

But he met Shen Shuyu's downcast eyes.

The dark tide is surging, full of love and sorrow.

In this study, Yu Mo was the only one who was not paying attention.

A lukewarm breath circulated between the two of them.

The smell of each other's pheromone that still remained on each other last night floated.

Yu Mo turned back and grabbed Shen Shuyu's hand, and the pen made of jade handle fell to the ground with a thud.

The overturned chasan plum wine fell into sugar cubes made of sea salt caramel.

The cool breeze does not reduce the summer restlessness.

The calligraphy practice that day ended with overturning the inkstone.

The ink spilled all over the floor, like a bunch of poor-quality freehand paintings on the pure white carpet.

Shen Shuyu gave up this carpet, and also put down this unsuitable font.

But Yu Mo would practice silently in the study because of Shen Shuyu's words at the time, "You are suitable for this font."

The stars move, day and night rotate.

Shen Shuyu received a confession letter from Yu Mo when the New Year approached.

The handwriting was exquisite and chic, but Shen Shuyu didn't realize that this was the point of Yu Mo's letter to her.

Just a quick kiss.

"I'm really hateful." Shen Shuyu looked at the beautiful fonts on Yu Mo's notebook, rubbed his fingers over Yu Mo's notes that really wrote the formula, annoyed and regretted.

She didn't know how many details like this she had overlooked.

How many times have Yu Mo's wishes not been taken seriously?

I and Yu Mo have come to this point, I really deserve it.

Seeing Shen Shuyu so lonely, Li Qingqing knew that she remembered the past, so she hurriedly comforted her: "Shuyu, don't do this, Yu Mo asked me to give you a message! She said, she hopes You take care of yourself...well, go back to school early."

Shen Shuyu glanced at Li Qingqing, and said in a calm tone, "It's a lie."

"...Wow, how could..." Li Qingqing quibbled, but when she looked into Shen Shuyu's eyes, she lowered her head and muttered to herself, "Shuyu, why are you so hard to deceive... ...How do you see through me!"

Shen Shuyu smiled.

When she heard Li Qingqing say this just now, her heart really jumped and she was overjoyed.

But this is only for a moment.

Then Shen Shuyu woke up.

With a somewhat bitter smile, Shen Shuyu replied with a gloomy expression: "It's not that she sees through you, but she doesn't care about me at all now."

This smile severely hurt Li Qingqing's eyes.

Li Qingqing stretched out her hand to pull Shen Shuyu, and hugged her tightly: "It's okay, Shuyu, she doesn't care about you, you still have me! Don't be sad, I will help you get Yu Mo back of."

Shen Shuyu leaned against Li Qingqing's arms, a warm current surged through her heart.

This is the first time she has experienced this kind of warmth called "friendship".

Because of Yu Mo, the long-frozen heart of Shen Shuyu in this life was destroyed and the ice was broken.

Gradually understand the feelings.

After a while, Shen Shuyu's eyes lit up again. She looked at the word "Yu Mo" on the page with a firm gaze, "Yes, chase her back."

The crescent moon turned into a half moon, and filled with a handful of bright light, it fell into Shen Shuyu's room, which was lit with warm yellow lights.

Shen Shuyu's long hair drooped lightly, her pupils were focused, and she was flipping through Yu Mo's notes page after page.

Suddenly Shen Shuyu frowned.

In Yu Mo's notes, there was something wrong.

Shen Shuyu picked up the pen to correct Yu Mo's notes.But as soon as the pen fell to a dot, Shen Shuyu immediately put it down.

Yu Mo definitely didn't want his notes to appear in her notes.

So Shen Shuyu took out the post-it note from the small box, picked up the pen again and carefully wrote the correct answer on it, and carefully pasted it on Yu Mo's notebook, marking it.

Shen Shuyu's mouth curled into a satisfied smile.

Her words were juxtaposed with Yu Mo's, as if they were leaning against each other again.

I don't know if Yu Mo's other notes are the same.

Shen Shuyu was worried.

Despite the drowsiness and fatigue from the medicine, she opened another notebook.

The hour hand turned around and around, until it turned to twelve, and Shen Shuyu closed the last notebook of Yu Mo.

She looked at the dozens of notes she had corrected for Yu Mo, and held these ordinary notebooks in her arms very preciously.

She didn't worry about whether the book was clean or not. The cheap book was close to Shen Shuyu's suspender white satin pajamas and her exposed delicate skin.

Clinging to her heart.

This is the closest distance between Shen Shuyu and Yu Mo these days.

The author has something to say: I've been waiting for a long time, Xiaoge grabs a few little angels from the comment area to send red envelopes OvO!

Today is the fried pigeon who has been rua for a day.

感谢在2020-11-2922:00:26~2020-12-0123:00:00期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: Little P, 1 Er Yuzi;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：明子112瓶；来本五三10瓶；夏有凉风6瓶；一人2瓶；米格、辰、刘力菲女朋友1瓶；

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!