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Chapter 654 Seeing that your elder brother is a little nervous

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    After delivering it, the temperature on her face rose.

    I couldn't help raising my hand and closing the blinds with a "swish" sound.

    Song Jingtian looked at her sideways: "What are you doing?"

    "I saw that your elder brother was a little nervous." Tang Li covered his face with his hands, turned around and walked in: "The air conditioning in the room seems not to be turned on."

    Seeing her looking around, Song Jingtian hummed, walked to the air-conditioning control panel, stretched out a finger and lowered the temperature by 2 degrees Celsius.

    Outside Tan Palace, people around him noticed Song Boyan¡¯s sideways glances.

    Before he could turn his head to look, Song Boyan had already looked back.

    Noticing the faint smile on your lips, he didn't ask any more questions, but couldn't restrain his curiosity and glanced at the second floor of Tan Palace. However, there was nothing except the closed windows.

    When we talk about government affairs again, the atmosphere is much warmer than before.

    Tang Li was doing homework with Song Jingtian in the library. The homework for the first two years of elementary school included addition and subtraction in addition to reading and writing. She didn¡¯t need to teach him. The little guy took an hb pencil and finished most of the test papers.

    After a while, Song Jingtian suddenly looked up: "Next Wednesday, our school will hold a graduation event for sixth graders."

    Tang Li moved his eyes from the English book to his face.

    The little guy scratched his face and said, "Our class is going to put on a show, which is a chorus."

    "Sing that song "Little Jumping Frog"?"

    Song Jingtian blushed and glared at her.

    Tang Li knew that he had guessed correctly: "The singing is very good. If other students maintain this level, they will definitely win a lot of applause."

    "You don't have to say it." The little guy said very stinkingly: "Those weaklings, when the teacher chose the lead singer, none of them said a word. There was really nothing I could do. After class, the teacher called me out and kept telling me, Jing  Oh my God, the others are of no use and I can only let you take the lead. I can't help but I have to transfer to another school and have to work as a mule for them."

    After saying that, his peripheral vision fell lightly on Tang Li.

    Tang Li nodded cooperatively: "With great ability comes great responsibility. Excellent people always have similar troubles."

    The little guy felt comfortable and crossed his legs: "How is that liar?"

    "Which one?"

    ¡°I¡¯ll give you the fake business card.¡±

    With that, he told Tang Li as if he was taking credit: "I told my elder brother. I originally wanted my elder brother to send someone to arrest him, but my elder brother didn't agree. He said that since you know he is a liar, you can't be fooled again.  If you can be fooled in this way, then you can only go back and remake it.¡±

    Tang Li asked him: "Did your elder brother really say that?"

    "What?"

    "Three words: go back and reinvent the wheel."

    "" The little carrot head rolled his eyes and argued for himself: "That's what it meant anyway. After one night, I can't remember it so clearly."

    Tang Li nodded, took the scratch paper in front of him, wrote a series of calculations on it, and then sent the scratch paper back to him: "Come on, let's start memorizing the multiplication table."

    Song Jingtian: ""

    After Song Boyan went upstairs, he went directly to the library on the west side.

    As soon as he opened the door, he heard the sound of reciting "66 makes 36" and "67 makes 42". In the library, Song Jingtian stood beside the small desk, his hands behind his back, his eyes darting around, wanting to see  Scratch paper on the table: "68 makes 46."

    As he finished speaking, he received a bullet in the forehead.

    The little guy screamed.

    Song Boyan reached out and closed the door: "Are you already learning multiplication?"

    Hearing a familiar voice, Tang Li looked towards the door.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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