There is something wrong with my Omega ex-wife [GL] [MTL]

Chapter 22

   The sun rose to a higher position in the clear blue and empty sky, and the sun became a bit warmer, softly hitting Shen Shuyu's cheek.

    She has long eyelashes drooping lightly, and her pupil is gentle.

    Water-like fingers tapped the keyboard on the phone screen back and forth.

    A sentence that is not too long was deleted and revised by Shen Shuyu, after several considerations.

    Shen Shuyu has never been so careful.

    She looked at the words she had typed on the screen, and felt that there was nothing wrong with her words, so she watched it again and clicked to send: [Nothing, I just want to make friends with Yu Mo. 】But this news was like a stone thrown into the deep sea, and there was no reply.

    The second hand in the wall clock turned silently, and the small mechanical sound tortured Shen Shuyu's heart back and forth.

    Shen Shuyu raised his head and glanced at the clock, the golden hour hand engraved with complicated patterns stuck on the Roman numeral eight.

    It's already time for the first class.

    The first class of today was math class. As soon as the old man stood still on the podium, the classroom was extremely quiet, and the phone that Yu Mo placed in the hole in the desk shook.

    Wei Lai's body shook like a carp that had just been salvaged.

    She looked at Yu Mo, who had forgotten to mute the phone in amazement, but saw that Yu Mo was sitting upright, reaching into the table hole calmly, blindly turning the phone to mute.

    This set of actions of Yu Mo is very concealed and will not be discovered by others.

    But this short vibration was still caught by the old man's keen ears.

    Worthy of being Yu Mo's lifelong enemy, the old man's eyes quickly locked on the back row where Yu Mo was, and he asked with a serious face, "Which classmate's cell phone is behind?" It was obviously not made by Wei Lai, but she still did. With a guilty conscience, the one with his head down is about to be buried in the book, "Why doesn't this Zhang Wenmin have his ears back!"

    "That classmate, what are you doing?" The old man who was called by his name looked at Wei Lai and asked.

    Wei Lai licked his lips, looked at the empty workbook, and said nonsense: "I'm thinking about the question the teacher left in the last class." Zhang Wenmin nodded and smiled: "That happens to be my class. I will talk about this question at the beginning. Now that you have done it, come up and show it."

    "..."

    Wei Lai slowly stood up from his position with his homework book.

    Her homework is empty!

    Cleaner than my own face!

    What is shown here is not her blank workbook, but her blank brain!

    Yu Mo glanced at Wei Lai who was deliberately procrastinating time, and while Zhang Wenmin lowered his head to drink water, he quickly threw his workbook on Wei Lai's desk: "Take it."

    Wei Lai looked at Yu Mo's unfolded workbook. , The homework assigned by Zhang Wenmin yesterday was written carefully and meticulously on it.

    Wei Lai was very moved. Holding Yu Mo's notebook, his eyes flashed with four words: "Sister, thank you!"

    Yu Mo raised his chin and signaled Wei Lai to go quickly.