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However, at this moment, Mo Yixia on the opposite side added another sentence.
"By the way, eating fish can also nourish the brain."
……
Eating seemed to be a very precious free time for Mo Yixia, so she kept hinting to Han Zhou to eat slower and longer, and it would be best to establish the image of a long-lasting glutton on the first day.
The last sentence was not a hint, but something she said directly.
However, it was impossible for the two of them to stay at the dining table forever. After lunch, Mo Yixia put on her mask and put away the dishes and chopsticks, then slowly came to the desk. Unlike her previous calmness, she was obviously reluctant at this moment.
Han Zhou laughed to himself, thinking that even the most powerful "agent" would be afraid of doing questions. Thinking of this, he picked up the test paper on the table and looked at it, and asked, "Is this the test paper you have to complete this afternoon?"
Mo Yixia was silent for a long time, and then she answered after a while: "I thought they were all for you, but I didn't expect you to do so well in the exam. You only need to do one copy, so the rest became mine."
Han Zhou heard the resentment in her tone and quickly explained: "It's not my fault. You told me to answer the questions carefully."
He put on his mask again, roughly estimated the number of test papers, and frowned, "But this number is too much, right? Do we have to finish them all today?"
“You don’t have to finish all of it, but you should treat it as if you were taking a test. As my mom said, ‘Do your best and do as much as you can.’”
Other children might still have expectations like "finish ten pages of homework today and then I can go out and play", but this is a luxury that Mo Yixia has never had. What she always hears is "do as much as you can", but there is never an accurate quantity for this amount.
As far as I can remember, her high school life was nothing but doing homework. She was no better than a donkey chasing carrots. Even the air was dull. I didn't know what to expect.
Looking down at my feet, I saw a trash can filled with used pen refills, so densely packed that they looked like people whose souls had been drained.
"Even if you're a senior in high school, you can't be so tense..."
Han Zhou muttered, and asked, "Come to think of it, you want me to help you buy some free time, so how can I help you?"
Mo Yixia had already started doing the test paper, and without raising her head, she said, "Just do it like you were eating just now, and try to delay it as long as possible. You have good grades, so even if you are a glutton, my mother won't say anything. Instead, she will say something like people who think quickly consume more energy."
Han Zhou's mouth twitched: "I'll help you, but I'm not a real glutton. But is this enough? How long can I rest during the meal time..."
As he spoke, he had already sat down on a chair not far from the study, lowered his head, picked up a book and started flipping through it. Because they were wearing masks, if you didn't hear the sound, you couldn't tell that the two of them were talking.
Mo Yixia said, "You've heard from my mom. Classes will start tomorrow. There will be a 20-minute break in the morning and another 20 minutes in the afternoon. The rest of the time you have to study. There are surveillance cameras in the room. It's unrealistic to slack off under my mom's nose. It's good enough to be able to take some time off during dinner... But if you're bored, you can chat with me."
What am I boring about...
Han Zhou sighed in his heart. He really felt sympathy for the girl, so he asked, "I'm a little bored now, so what do you want to talk about?"
Mo Yixia thought for a while and said, "Can we talk about your mother?"
Han Zhou's mouth twitched. Although he knew that the other party didn't mean it, he still felt that this sentence was like an insult...
(End of this chapter)
Chapter 6 I have a plan
The air conditioner continuously blows out cold air, isolating the scorching heat from the room. The dazzling sunlight is also blocked by the curtains. No cicadas can be heard, only the rustling sound of the pen tip touching the paper.
To be honest, if he didn't have to consider anything else, Han Zhou quite liked this tutoring job. Not only did he have a hearty free lunch, but he also had free air conditioning, which was much more comfortable than staying at home.
He told the truth: "I never met my mother. She died not long after I was born."
The rustling sound paused for a moment, then soon started again, followed by Mo Yixia's apologetic voice.
"Feel sorry."
"nothing."
Han Zhou didn't think it mattered. In fact, if we only talked about family situation, he was even more miserable than Mo Yisha. However, he didn't intend to start a conversation about this and come up with empty truths like "having a mother is already a blessing".
The room suddenly became quiet, perhaps because the air-conditioning temperature was a little low. Mo Yixia stood up and put on a coat, which was the school uniform of Linbei Middle School that she wore yesterday.
After a long pause, she said, "In fact, I have imagined more than once what would happen if I died on the day I was born."
Han Zhou hesitated for a moment and said, "Will you never meet the handsome me?"
He had read about the psychology of people who are pessimistic about the world on the Internet. Such people are often extremely pessimistic and feel that life is boring. Many of them even have suicidal thoughts. So he was not surprised by Mo Yisha's words, but was a little worried.
Perhaps this is the girl's true inner thoughts.
Seeing that the other party had no reaction, Han Zhou felt that it was more and more difficult to make this guy laugh. Of course, he would definitely not reflect on whether it was because his joke was too cold.
He changed the subject and said, "I can't talk about my mother, so why not talk about what you like."
Mo Yixia paused: "What do you like?"
[Daily Task 2 (Mo Yixia): Get the target ten sentences of "like" 10/1 to get point]
"Ah."
She thought for a long time before she said, "I like a lot of things, singing, listening to music, catching dolls, playing the piano, skipping rubber ropes..."
Han Zhou initially thought that the other party hesitated for so long because she couldn't think of what she liked, but she said a lot of things in one breath, all kinds of things, without repeating herself.
To sum up, this guy seems to like everything except studying.
But thanks to this, Mo Yixia quickly said "like" ten times, and Han Zhou successfully completed one task. However, in contrast, the other task remained at a standstill. He has never seen this guy smile once.
So he hesitated for a while and asked tentatively: "Well, don't you like to laugh?"
Mo Yixia seemed to find it a little strange, and turned back to look at him, "It's not that I don't like it. I will laugh when I should laugh. What's wrong?"
Han Zhou hesitated for a moment: "How about...I tell you a joke?"
"Go ahead."
"Ahem, then you better listen carefully."
Han Zhou cleared his throat, seeming to be particularly confident about the joke he was about to tell.
"On a talent show, Zhang San overcame numerous obstacles and successfully advanced to the next round, finally taking the championship title. At the award ceremony, the host asked him with a smile, 'Contestant, what brought you to the championship podium?'"
Mo Yixia was very considerate and consciously acted as a supporting role. Without even raising her head, she asked, "How do the contestants answer?"
"'It's my legs.'
Mo Yixia waited for a while, and when she saw that the other party didn't continue talking, she couldn't help but asked in confusion: "Then what? Is this the end?"
"It's over."
Han Zhou was silent for a moment, as if trying to salvage something, and added, "Did you hear clearly? Zhang San answered that it was his leg..."
"What's the funny part?"
"my leg……"
There was a long silence in the room.
"Your joke is too dull." After a long while, Mo Yixia finally gave a comment.
"I think you're just too cold."
Han Zhou muttered something, but to be honest, Mo Yixia was not a cold person, on the contrary, she was quite easy to talk to. It was just that this person seemed to have a shell on her body, wrapping herself in it and not letting anyone get close.
This is a big problem... I can't even make this girl laugh, so how can I make her not hate me?
He felt a little overwhelmed, so he stood up and walked to the desk to take a look at Mo Yixia's answers.
After a moment, his expression became strange, and after a moment's consideration of his words, he said, "Your math is really not that good."
"Don't be so disingenuous. You can just describe me as a mess."
"That's not the case. It's my fault that I've been talking to you..."
Mo Yixia said frankly: "It has nothing to do with you. My math and physics have always been bad, but I feel that I did better this time than before."
Han Zhou hesitated for a moment, and reached out to take the test paper away: "In this case, there is no point in you doing the math and physics questions now, and it will only be a waste of time."
However, Mo Yixia held the test paper tightly, shook her head and said, “But my mother doesn’t think so. She firmly believes that the more test papers you do, the better, and the worse the test papers, the more you should do, so I must finish it.”
Han Zhou frowned: "Your mother's idea is obviously problematic. Are you angry with her?"
"Believe me, it's okay for you to imitate me and wear a mask. My mom won't have any objections. But if you don't listen to her and let me finish all the papers, her attitude towards you will definitely drop to freezing point. She might not even let you come tomorrow."
Han Zhou's hands paused. Thinking of the woman with the kind smile, he felt inexplicably uncomfortable.
Seeing him silently withdraw his hand, the girl's eyes dimmed a little, and she picked up the pen to continue answering the questions.
Han Zhou naturally couldn't see Mo Yixia's gaze, and even if he did, there was nothing he could do. In any case, he needed this job for the time being and couldn't be fired for no reason.
He sighed and said, "These surveillance cameras are really annoying. It would be better if they were all broken."
"Then you can pray for a power outage. My surveillance camera doesn't have a backup power supply. It will be useless if the power goes out."
Mo Yixia said, "But the failure of surveillance is not all good. What do you want to do?"
Han Zhou's eyes lit up when he heard her words. As if he didn't hear her words, he suddenly lowered his voice and asked stealthily, "Do you want to rest for half a day?"
"I do." Mo Yixia nodded, "But if you are planning to turn off the power, I advise you to give up this idea as soon as possible. My mother can see it."
Han Zhou was stunned for a moment, but he quickly reacted and said with a strange look: "You haven't thought about this for a long time, have you?..."
Mo Yixia said to herself, "There is a switch outside, but unfortunately if the power goes out after I go out, it will attract my mother's attention. In addition, in order to prevent me from finding someone to help me, she specially asked someone to move the switch to a place where normal people can't touch it."
While being shocked by the battle of wits and courage between the mother and daughter, Han Zhou couldn't help but wonder: "Can your mother change the position of the switch at will?"
"Of course, I told you that my family is very rich. The entire Yunhuan Community belongs to me. Naturally, no one will object if she wants to make trouble."
Han Zhou took a breath and said with wide eyes: "Are you serious?"
Of course, he could see that Mo Yixia's family was rich. Even the tea sets were very fancy and full of the smell of money, but he never thought that they could be so rich...
Mo Yixia said calmly: “I don’t have to lie to you.”
Han Zhou took a deep breath and quickly adjusted his mentality. After all, no matter how rich he was, it belonged to someone else. He thought for a moment and asked, "So where did your mother hide the switch?"
Mo Yixia was stunned. She didn't expect that this guy would not give up, so she stretched lazily pretending to be tired, then opened the curtains, and pointed outside the window calmly while feeling the sunlight. Her tone was full of helplessness and resignation.
"over there."
Han Zhou was dumbfounded. Who the hell would install a switch outside the wall, so far away from the room? This is more than 30 floors high. At this height and distance, if he wants to pull down the switch, he might have to summon Spider-Man...
And to be honest, no matter what the reason, deliberately installing the circuit breaker in such a place can be considered willful.
Mo Yixia had no hope of turning off the power. After all, it was just a ridiculous idea. However, the moment she drew the curtains, a trace of disappointment flashed across her eyes uncontrollably.
Han Zhou just happened to notice this dim look.
He still remembered the scene when she had just opened the curtains. Even though the sun was scorching, her eyes were still so bright, like a caged bird longing for the blue sky.
Han Zhou had learned from previous conversations that even when Mo Yixia went out to attend cram school, she basically had no freedom. On the contrary, going back and forth was even more tiring, so she wanted to find a tutor to cover for her.