Zhang Mofei quickly went down the stairs, walked to the sofa and sat down. She said frustratedly, "When will your brother's door be open to me at any time?"
Hearing this, Yifan Lu smiled and said, "It doesn't matter, I'm also very handsome. If Sister Feifei chases me like that, I will definitely follow you immediately."
Zhang Mofei stretched out her hand and slapped Lu Yifan on the shoulder, "You haven't graduated from elementary school yet. You never follow what you know."
Lu Yifan's pretty little face is often mistaken for a girl.
He asked Zhang Mofei funny, "Didn't Sister Feifei start climbing on my brother's window since the first grade?"
Zhang Mofei frowned, "Who told you such a thing?"
Lu Yifan said, "You have crawled there many times since I can remember."
The men in their Pei family have all matured since childhood. When Lu Yifan, who is only ten years old, speaks, his tone and demeanor are just like those of a young adult.
Zhang Mofei made up a very literary statement, "I wanted to go into the room to discuss with your brother and discuss learning. You are a child, what do you know? If you don't understand anything, just talk nonsense."
Of course she would not tell her future brother-in-law that she climbed through the window to see if his brother was sleeping with his clothes on.
Lu Yifan said, "I will grow up too. I will definitely be better than my brother when I grow up. If my brother doesn't want you then, I will."
Zhang Mofei joked, "I will be old and yellow by then, and you still want me?"
Yifan Lu patted his chest and replied affirmatively, "Yes."
"Did you do well on the final exam?"
Pei Mochen didn't know when he appeared behind them. His voice was nice and magnetic, and he asked a question with a thick nasal tone.
Lu Yifan and Zhang Mofei turned around at the same time and looked up at the tall Pei Mochen. He was holding a teacup in his hand and one hand in his trouser pocket. He frowned and his dark eyes always gave people a kind of feeling.
It's a very gentle feeling, even with a cold gaze.
Lu Yifan was not Zhang Mofei, he was just a brat. He asked Pei Mochen doubtfully, "Brother, are you jealous?"
"Dad said he won't let you touch the computer in the future." Pei Mochen said, turning around leisurely, walking around to the coffee table, bending down to pour a glass of water into his own water glass, and then went upstairs again.
Zhang Mofei followed quickly. She guessed that if she could go upstairs to Pei Mochen first, would she have a chance to sneak into his room?
Lu Yifan's shout came from behind, "Let him change the comparison object next time. You... are too difficult to surpass."
Hearing this, Zhang Mofei stopped and looked at the beautiful Lu Yifan with a smile, "Little friend Lu Yifan, didn't you confidently say that you will surpass him just now? I'm optimistic about you, a—za!"
After saying that, she made a cheering gesture to Lu Yifan, and then quickly went upstairs, faster than a rabbit.
The handsome young man behind him curled his lips and showed an evil smile.
In the new semester, senior high school students began to arrange classes according to their grades. The top 30 students in the school were in one class, and the middle class were in one class, with 30 students in each class.
Although Zhang Mofei ranked eleventh from the bottom of her class in the final exam, she was still assigned to the class with the lowest grade. The reason is very simple. The grades of the unknown person who ranked last in her class were already higher than the grades of the tenth grader from the bottom of her class.
So she, who was ranked eleventh from the bottom, could only show off in front of the people ten places lower than her in their class.
There are various interest competitions in senior high school to earn credits, and students with poor grades naturally want to win.
