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Xia Yimo: "......!! "Tonight, isn't it?

He was stunned for two seconds before he "rubbed" the ground, got up from the bed, hugged the pillow and wanted to run, "Mu Jingchen, there is a speech contest in class tomorrow, do you remember?" I was the first unlucky kid to speak......"

"I'll help you familiarize yourself with the speech."

With a gentle push, he pushed her back onto the big bed.

Xia Yimo: "......"

Biting the corners of the quilt and crying, are you familiar with the speech in bed?

The next day, school.

Xia Yimo sat in the classroom, unzipped her schoolbag, and took the notebook with the speech.

Mu Jingchen hooked the corners of his lips and smiled playfully: "If you get the wrong book with Xiao Xiao again this time, I will let the kitchen make up for you." ”

With a hot face from the poisonous tongue, Xia Yimo was full of confidence, took out his notebook, and crossed his waist: "Xiao Xiao and I are not stupid, before loading the schoolbag, we all checked, no problem." ”

"Oh." Mu Jingchen replied nonchalantly.

Xia Yimo wanted to hit him, but he didn't dare, so he opened the notebook. When I saw the first page, my eyes widened, and my heart burst out with a "".

Got it wrong again?!

"What's wrong?"

Mu Jingchen frowned slightly, and said with a smile: "Don't tell me, you made a mistake with Xiao Xiao again." In this case, he couldn't help it, and asked Qi Ziran to make up for Xiao Xiao's brain.

These two silly girls, when they have nothing to do on the weekend, they love to do their homework together.

After writing, I threw it into my school bag, took the wrong notebook, and wrote it in vain.

Xia Yimo forced herself in her heart, trying her best to ignore the first page, the three beautiful characters of "Qi Ziyan". Shaking his little head at Mu Jingchen, he silently did a good job of the psychological work of the unscripted speech.

At this time, the Chinese teacher said with a warm smile: "Our speech contest in this class will start soon. He looked at her gently, "Xia Yimo, you are the first, don't be nervous, come to the podium." ”

"Okay." Nodding his head.

Originally, she was not nervous, but as soon as the teacher reminded her, she suddenly remembered that she was nervous, and she had forgotten all the opening remarks of the speech.

Mu Jingchen guessed eight or nine without leaving ten, glanced at the notebook in her hand, and pursed her thin lips.

"Xia Yimo."

Stretching out her arm, she grabbed the little hand at her side.

"Huh?" Xia Yimo blinked.

With a purser of her lips, Mu Jingchen spread her little hand, and her voice was gentle and pleasant: "Wait for you to come down." ”

My heart is sweet.

Xia Yimo let go of his hand, curled the corners of his lips, and walked to the podium. Glancing at it, the notebook in her hand, the speech she wrote by herself, suddenly came to mind.

The atmosphere of the speech contest was also instantly lively.

", is Chen Shao's speech so heartwarming?"

"I also want to be the first to speak, did you say to me, 'Wait for me to come down'!"

"A wave of confession to the male god, your little fan sister has been successfully circled by fans."

Seven or eight minutes later, Xia Yimo's speech ended.

In the classroom, there was continuous applause.

There are no forgotten words and jams, and the off-draft performance is very good.

"Xia Yimo, the first to take the stage, chose to give an off-script speech, and his performance was very good."

"Looking forward to the next few students."

Xia Yimo smiled "hehe" and returned to his seat.

At this moment, her mobile phone was being held by Mu Jingchen, and a few messages sent to her by Qi Ziyan were gorgeous in front of her.

[Momo, the two of us took the wrong notebook!!] 】

[I'll bring it to you, you've already started your speech.] 】

[Oh my God, Momo, do you know, how did we get it wrong?! 】

[How could it happen to us when I got the wrong book, my brother said, go home and make up for my brain......]

Xia Yimo sneered, and saw a deep contempt in Mu Jingchen's eyes.

"Say, you're a little pig."

Mu Jingchen threw the phone to her, and said it undoubtedly.