Qin Mo slung his pink schoolbag over his left shoulder, raised his eyes slightly, and said in a low voice, "Accompany my wife."

"Who is your wife? I'm not married to you."

After Wen Xia said this, she ran forward briskly, her jet-black ponytail swaying.

Qin Mo chuckled, followed quickly with his long legs, and put his arm around her waist, "Hmm? Honey, say it again, husband didn't hear it clearly just now."

…

The two of them entered the cram school at the last minute. There were no seats at the front, so they found the last seats, sat down on the left and right, and became deskmates.

In the morning, there was a math class. The male teacher had a Mediterranean hairstyle and wore a pair of glasses. He looked like a backbone teacher who had been engaged in education for many years.

He pushed up his glasses and spoke in Mandarin with a local accent, "Hello, students. I am your math teacher, Yang Zhongwei. You can call me Teacher Yang or Uncle Yang."

His tone was gentle, probably because he was paying for extra lessons.

"This is the first time the teacher is teaching you. I don't know your situation yet, but I'm going to spend 40 minutes on a test. The test consists of 20 multiple-choice questions covering the key knowledge points of the entire first year of high school."

"Students in the front row, please pass it to the back."

After receiving the test paper, Wen Xia glanced at it, took out a pen and wrote down his name neatly, then glanced at Qin Mo next to him and wrote down his name as well.

Yang Zhongwei on the podium added: "Students must do it on their own, don't plagiarize, otherwise the teacher won't know how well you have mastered the knowledge points of the first year of high school."

Officially start doing the questions.

Qin Mo glanced at Wen Xia who was working on a problem with a rough draft beside him, then picked up the pen and wrote the answers on the paper. It took less than ten minutes to solve the twenty questions.

His gaze fell to the side again. Wen Xia had only finished the fifth question and had made four mistakes. It seemed that his basics... well... were not very bad.

Yang Zhongwei walked down and was about to remind Qin Mo not to cheat, but found that he had already finished the paper.

"Classmate, are you done?"

"Um."

Qin Mo nodded.

Yang Zhongwei picked up his test paper and found that all the answers were correct. This was the test paper he made himself, so there was no possibility of plagiarizing from the Internet.

He couldn't help but look at Qin Mo a few times, but he was afraid of disturbing other students taking the test, so he put the paper back on the table and walked away.

Wen Xia glanced at Qin Mo's test paper and found that he had finished it.

She thought to herself: Fast enough.

The next second, she found that four of the five questions she had answered did not match those answered by Qin "Kuai".

“…”

With Qin Xueba's ability, it was most likely that she was wrong, and she was completely devastated.

After a 40-minute class, Teacher Yang Zhongwei began to collect the test papers, and then sat on the podium to quickly correct the papers.

Qin Mo's eyes fell on the two pages of densely written drafts on Wen Xia's desk, "..."

How does my wife manage to write so many drafts even though she can't do it at all?

There were twenty multiple-choice questions, and I got three correct. Well, there was also one question that I got right by random chance.

With this chance of being correct, it’s better to just choose one answer.

"Qin Mo, it's so difficult." Wen Xia sighed with a sad face.

Qin Mo touched the back of her head and praised her against his conscience, "Very good."

"Really?"

Wen Xia thought that what Qin Xueba said was quite good, so it must be correct, and her depressed feeling was immediately swept away.

The test papers were handed out, with red crosses all over them, and no scores. Wen Xia looked at Qin Mo, "..."

Is this what he said was good? She only got three questions right, so she might as well just choose randomly.

She looked at Qin Mo's paper, which had a lot of big check marks, a 1, and two 0s.

“…”

She felt that the teacher didn't give her a grade because he didn't want to hurt her self-esteem.

Yang Zhongwei analyzed in the classroom: "Except for a few students with a good foundation, the knowledge of other students in the first year of high school is quite weak. In this case, I will start from the first chapter of the textbook. Students, please listen carefully."

While listening to the class, Wen Xia glanced at Qin Mo next to him. Qin Mo was listening to the teacher's lecture. Although he seldom took up his pen, he would tick off the key points and put a triangle symbol on them when the teacher talked about them.

Soon she looked away and listened to the class attentively.

In the last class of the morning, Yang Zhongwei asked them to review the knowledge taught that morning.

Qin Mo took out the test paper and circled the first question with a black pen. "The teacher has already taught a question of this type. Xia Xia, do it again."

Wen Xia picked up the draft book and started to write a draft. It took him four or five minutes to find the correct answer.

"Give me the draft."

Qin Mo wrote a modified question in his draft book, which required a different approach to solve, but the formula used was the same.

Wen Xia read the question carefully three times and began to draft. At the third step, Qin Mo spoke up and gently pointed at the question with the tip of his pen, "Wrong, please read it carefully again."

"Sometimes the forward deduction doesn't work, so you can try the reverse deduction. The same math formula can have dozens or even hundreds of question types, and conventional thinking won't work."

After hearing his reminder, Wen Xia took another look at the question, changed her mindset, and got the hang of it. "The answer is 2?"

Qin Mo nodded. "There is a shortcut for this type of multiple-choice question. You can directly use the formula to fit the options in the multiple-choice question and quickly get the correct answer."

He didn't like doing this and wasting time, but for Wen Xia who was bad at math, it was a shortcut.

Afterwards, he reviewed some of the key points that the teacher had mentioned in class to Wen Xia to consolidate her memory.

…

After resting at home for a while, Winder looked at his watch. It was eleven forty-six. He rubbed his brows, changed into casual clothes and went to Pearson.

It was only eleven fifty-three when we arrived at Pearson.

He stood by the window, pursed his lips, and his eyes fell on the male and female students in the last row of the classroom.

The boy's short, light hair fell slightly above his eyebrows. His lips moved, and he was speaking very patiently.

The girl's small face, as big as a palm, was very serious, occasionally nodding and shaking her head.

At eleven fifty-nine, Winder turned and left.

He didn't know how to deal with Wen Xia's premature love.

"Ding ding..." The next bell rang.

Wen Xia put the pens and books into her schoolbag, and called out Qin Mo's new nickname with a smile, "Qin Kuai, what are you having for lunch?"

Qin Kuai?

Fast? Qin Mo raised his eyebrows meaningfully, "My wife thinks I'm too fast? Then I'll do it slower next time."

Wen Xia: “…”

If she hadn't understood the hidden meaning in Qin Mo's words, she would have slept in the same bed with him for so many years in vain.

At this time, her phone rang. It was Wendell calling. She made a "hush" gesture to Qin Mo and answered the call, "Dad."

Winder's voice was as calm as ever, "Remember to eat."

"Dad, I know. Are you in the factory?"

"Um."

"Dad, don't be too tired, your health is important." Wen Xia paused and said word by word: "Dad, I will worry about you."

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a while, "Yeah."

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