Jiang Wuyang took out today's homework and started writing.

Even if you don't want to study liberal arts, you still have to keep up with Chinese, math and English.

Let’s start with English, which is her best subject.

Take out an English test paper and turn on the desk lamp.

She held her head up, bored out of her mind. These questions seemed like child's play to her, and she could tell the answers at a glance.

In her previous life, in order to be able to help Jiang Yiran more wholeheartedly, she forced herself to pass the CET-6 and TOEFL score of 7.5.

Now it seems that there are some benefits.

In less than five minutes, Jiang Wuyang finished two reading questions.

When I was preparing to write the third article.

There was a sound of turning the door handle.

Jiang Wuyang stopped writing and looked over with a frown.

Wen Mubai's figure appeared at the door.

Carrying a school bag, wearing a washed-out school uniform, with indifferent eyebrows and a tall figure, he looks like a cold and poor senior in a movie, but only Jiang Wuyang knows how bad his nature is.

Wen Mubai walked in with ease and was about to put down his schoolbag when he heard Jiang Wuyang's lazy voice.

"Didn't your mother teach you to knock on the door before entering and get the owner's permission before entering?"

There was no trace of anger in Jiang Wuyang's tone, it was very calm, as if he was reasoning with an impolite person.

It was precisely because of this that Wen Mubai felt even more embarrassed.

Obviously, she always came over enthusiastically and pulled me to sit on the chair next to her.

In order to avoid physical contact with her, I told her that he could just open the door and come in.

Now that she said that, it seemed like it was my fault.

There was a look of irritation on his face.

"I'll be more careful next time, okay?"

Jiang Wuyang didn't say anything, turned his head and focused his attention on the test paper again.

I filled in two more answers at random.

Wen Mubai frowned at Jiang Wuyang's casual attitude.

He reached out and snatched her paper, scolding her: "What are you doing? You can't write anything wrong even if you don't know how to write!"

"You're wasting resources, don't you understand?"

Jiang Wuyang lazily raised his eyelids: "Give it back to me."

"It's a waste. Don't worry. I'll teach you how to write slowly."

Jiang Wuyang's patience ran out.

"You teach me? What are you going to teach me with? Just that notebook of yours filled with English words and phrases?"

"Then why don't I buy a vocabulary book? Do I need this little money?"

Wen Mubai was stunned for a moment, and then a rare flash of guilt appeared in his calm eyes. He didn't expect Wen Ruchu to really look at the notes.

According to Wen Ruchu's personality, after he finished tutoring her, she should never open anything related to English again.

"That's because... your foundation is too poor! What's the difference between me explaining grammar directly to you and using wild imagination?! You won't understand at all!"

Wen Mubai spoke more and more confidently, and his voice became louder and louder.

The movement here also attracted the attention of people downstairs.

Jiang Yiran came up with Ruan Anan.

As soon as I saw the scene of the two people confronting each other.

Jiang Yiran frowned in dissatisfaction: "Jiang Wuyang, what are you making a fuss about? Mu Bai is the best English learner in the whole school. What else are you dissatisfied with when he gives you extra lessons?"

"That's right, Sister Yangyang, I envy Brother Mu Bai for being able to tutor you." Ruan Anan stood behind Jiang Yiran, feeling a little timid and innocent.

Jiang Wuyang sat on the chair, rolled his eyes, raised his lips and smiled beautifully.

He casually threw the notebook on the table to Ruan Anan.

"Sister An An, since you are so envious, I will reluctantly give this to you."

"These are the English notes that Senior Mu Bai copied personally. You must use them well and study hard."

Jiang Wuyang's tone was full of heartache, as if he really couldn't bear to let go.

But Wen Mubai knew that this was all an illusion!

She had a look of disdain on her face just now!

A vein on his forehead jumped. How could Jiang Wuyang do this? Even if these were just English phrases and words, they were the words he had spent time and effort to choose that were most suitable for her at this stage!

How could she just give it to someone else like that? !

A strange feeling welled up in Wen Mubai's heart, making him feel depressed and uncomfortable.

But at this moment, Jiang Wuyang pretended to say, "Is it okay? Senior Mu Bai? After all, An An is our sister. Taking care of her is what we should do."

Wen Mubai felt a surge of anger in his heart, but he had nowhere to vent it. He gritted his teeth and said, "Of course, no problem."

Ruan Anan was overjoyed when he received the notebook.

This is the best English notebook in the grade!

I couldn't wait to open it and take a look.

He fell silent, and the corners of his mouth froze.

Does Wen Mubai think they are all fools?

Why did he copy all this mess by hand when an English dictionary could solve the problem?

No wonder Jiang Wuyang didn’t want it, she didn’t want it either.

I really want to throw it away, but I can't.

Jiang Wuyang noticed Ruan Anan's expression.

Smirking in my heart.

"What's wrong with An An? Why are you like this? Don't you like it?"

Ruan Anan came back to his senses immediately.

"No, no, no! I can't keep Senior Mu Bai's things enough."

As he spoke, he held the notebook in his arms, as if he cherished it to the extreme.

Wen Mubai felt much better after seeing Ruan Anan's attitude. As expected, Ruan Anan was the only one who truly knew what was good.

After taking a deep breath and calming down, he continued walking towards Jiang Wuyang and sat on a chair nearby.

My dear, there is more to this chapter. Please click on the next page to continue reading. It will be even more exciting later!