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Chapter 925 I Heal the World With Painting (23)

"Woman, you are playing with fire."

This sentence was also outlined by Wen Zhe with red wavy lines.

Gu Mo looked at the title of the book again, and there were several large artistic characters on the cover: Mr. Cong’s beloved wife runs with the ball?

Wen Zhe was so embarrassed that his hair curled up.

Gu Mo returned the book to Wen Zhe, his face still a little red.

"This is not a book I read, someone else stuffed it in my schoolbag!"

Gu Mo chuckled and said nothing. He took the math book over and pointed to the question above to ask Wen Zhe.

"Will you do it?"

Wen Zhe took a look and shook his head.

Gu Mo sat down and started to tell him this question.

Wen Zhe asked: "Can you do it?"

Even if Gu Mo had good academic performance before, twenty years have passed, so he doesn’t necessarily know how to do it, right?

Gu Mo didn't answer him and started talking directly.

As Wen Zhe listened, he suddenly felt that this question was so simple that he could actually do it?

He quickly took action and wrote out the steps for Gu Mo to see according to Gu Mo's idea of ​​answering the question.

Gu Mo nodded, "Well, you did a good job."

Gu Mo followed the same method and explained his ideas to him first.

People like Wen Zhe who usually don't learn at all have no foundation at all. It is useless to wait for him to do it first and then answer it for him.

You have to directly guide him through the ideas from beginning to end, and let him discover the routines from the ideas and find the key points from the routines. Only then can he have a sense of accomplishment in learning and continue to learn.

Wen Zhe learned this very late.

When Gu Mo called him the next day, he jumped up immediately.

As a result, Gu Mo was staring at his bed.

"You turned your bed into a crime scene. Isn't it time to clean it?"

Wen Zhe took a look and saw that there was really an irregular human mark on his bed.

He was a little embarrassed and pulled off the sheets and looked at Gu Mo.

Gu Mo's tone was cool, "I'm here to give you extra lessons, not your nanny."

Wen Zhe, "..."

With a dejected look on his face, he threw the sheets into the washing machine and let it wash first, planning to hang them up when he came back in the evening.

Seeing Gu Mo was about to go out, he quickly followed.

Gu Mo said: "The English words I recorded have been transferred to your mobile phone. You can listen to the recording and memorize the English words along the way from home to school."

Wen Zhe said oh, took out his phone and hung up his earphones, and got on the bus with Gu Mo.

He pretended to memorize the words seriously, but in fact he didn't listen at all.

The excitement I felt while studying last night has long since disappeared after a night of sleep.

Now he is a child who is tired of studying.

As a result, his mobile phone was stolen by a pickpocket on the bus, and he didn't even notice it, he was totally absorbed in it.

Gu Mo stared straight at the thief with his eyes.

The thief was timid and trembled, then handed the phone to Wen Zhe, "Classmate, you dropped your phone."

Wen Zhe took a look and saw that it was really his cell phone, "Thank you."

Thief,"……"

Wen Zhe also reacted suddenly and looked at Gu Mo awkwardly.

But he saw Gu Mo still staring at the thief.

Thief,"……?"

What do you mean you're still staring at me?

He was a little embarrassed by Gu Mo and wanted to get out of the car, but his hand was grabbed by Gu Mo.

The thief felt guilty when Gu Mo grabbed him and shook him, shaking out all the things he had taken off.

The car suddenly became lively.

"Oh, isn't this my wallet?"

"This is my mobile phone..."

"You are a thief! Driver! Don't stop the car and drive directly to the police station!"

The bus was driven to the police station and the thief was caught by the police. Wen Zhe couldn't help but ask Gu Mo: "Why do you have to take care of this kind of thing? Aren't you afraid that the thief will retaliate against you?"

Gu Mo, "When you are indifferent to the evil deeds around you, when you need help, there will be no one around you to help you. Academic performance is very important, and morality is also more important."

Wen Zhe always feels like he is dreaming.

Talking about morality and three views, is this what a murderer should say?

Can going to jail really help a person reshape his outlook on life?

But why do some people continue to commit murder and arson after being released from prison?

When Wen Zhe arrived at the school gate, Gu Mo confiscated his cell phone.

"Study hard in school and make progress every day, and don't fight with others."

Especially the sentence about not fighting with others, Gu Mo said it in a subtle way.

Wen Zhe, "..."

Although Gu Mo had promised to get first place in the exam, it was impossible for Wen Zhe to suddenly become a lover of studying after living as a scumbag for so many years.

So these days he pretends to be good at home, but goes his own way at school, either sleeping or playing on his mobile phone.

Now that his phone was gone, he looked at everyone else playing and felt hollow in his heart.

A boy asked him, "Where is your cell phone?"

Wen Zhe, "It was confiscated."

It was so crazy. He just impulsively said that he would be the top scorer in the college entrance examination and showed it to her, but in the end his phone was confiscated??

"Who confiscated it? Aren't you an orphan?"

Wen Zhe stood up immediately and said, "Who is the orphan? I have a sister! Stop talking nonsense."

"Who is your sister? How come we haven't met before?"

"My sister is not your sister. Isn't it normal that you haven't met her?"

The boy thought the same thing, and after playing two games, he suddenly poked Wen Zhe with his elbow.

"Remember to meet you at Osmanthus Alley after school."

"What to do in Osmanthus Alley?"

The boy blinked at him.

"You forgot, we made an appointment with Wang Xiaoqiang and his gang two days ago to fight to the death in Osmanthus Alley."

Wen Zhe thought about it for a long time, then remembered it and said, "I even forgot..."

"How could you forget such an important thing? We agreed..."

If the boy gets it right, he must beat Wang Xiaoqiang anyway.

Wen Zhe suddenly thought of Gu Mo's sinister smile just at the school gate.

So he said: "I won't go to the duel, and you don't want to go either. Study hard and make progress every day."

Then he pretended to take out the book and read it.

The boy almost thought he was hallucinating, "What did you say?"

Study hard and make progress every day. Is this what scumbags like them should say?

Is this evil?

Wen Zhe said: "If you go, I will report you."

The boy touched Wen Zhe's forehead and came to the conclusion, "I have a slight fever, so I'm probably sick. Wen Zhe, didn't you stay up late playing games and beat someone stupid?"

He looked at Wen Zhe with sympathy.

"Forget it, forget it, just don't go. We'll go by ourselves. We'll definitely beat up those turtles and run away!"

This period happened to be the class teacher's class. After the bell rang, the class teacher came in and Wen Zhe stood up immediately.

"Teacher, I want to report Zhang Hao and others. They had a fight to the death with Wang Xiaoqiang and others in Osmanthus Alley next to the school after school, and they carried controlled knives. Originally, I also joined, but I am deeply aware of the consequences of this behavior.

It has a bad influence, so I should go back and change my ways in time, and I will definitely not get involved in fights and cause trouble to the school!"

Everyone who was reported, "...??"

What kind of traitorous behavior is this riding on the horse? Did you forget to fight to the death or did you provoke it first?

Are you riding a horse and betraying the organization?


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