Dr. Jiang’s Daily Adversities

Jiang Tingxu squatted aside, stretched his neck and looked at him, obediently.

Mo Boyuan held the classmate in his hand and sat directly on the ground before speaking:

"Come here and watch it with me."

"I'm here."

Cut, who wants to watch it with you?

However, men’s goals have always been clear and then executed.

"Is it sure to come?" The threat was full of meaning.

Jiang Tingxu was so angry that he changed his face and stared.

But no matter how he stared, the man remained unmoved.

In desperation, obediently moved over.

However, the man was not satisfied, he pulled him into his arms with his big hand, and Jiang Tingxu sat on the man's lap.

As soon as the thought of struggling broke out, I heard the voice of the man’s negative test sound in my ear:

"My wife, you'd better not move, otherwise, you can't blame me."

Understanding the meaning of the man's words, Jiang did not move after hearing Xu, but he could guess how he cursed in his heart.

After that, Mo Boyuan didn't act as a demon again, flipping through his classmates page by page, and comparing them with the letters on the ground.

There are more than 50 people in the class, and it takes a lot of time to compare them one by one, but a certain man is very happy and can't wait for time to pass more slowly.

"Wait, this is a bit like this." Jiang Tingxu pointed at his classmates and recorded.

Mo Boyuan glanced and nodded:

"It does look like something, remember it first, and then look at the back."

"Ok."

After turning over several pages, I found that there was something like it.

"Isn't everyone's handwriting different? Why are there so many similar?" asked curiously.

Mo Boyuan couldn't help but laugh when he heard his wife's naive question:

"My wife, it's just that the appearance is more similar, but there is a difference whether you start from writing or stopping."

Jiang Tingxu was briefly popularized by the knowledgeable man, pouted, and said nothing.

Can you say that you are ashamed?

This man actually even knows this!

What Mo Boyuan didn't say is: Everyone who has taken a calligraphy class should know this, otherwise, you can ask that stinky kid!

Although the nasty ones prefer to see his wife blushing, but if it really embarrass the wife, then forget it.

Both of them tacitly skipped the topic, and when they finally turned it over, they found three handwritings and the imagination on the letter paper, two of them were male classmates.

Well, it can't be the letter written by the male classmate, right?

If it is true, then...

Dare to continue thinking!

Both of them began to look at the handwriting of the only female classmate carefully, comparing each word, but in the end they found that there were still differences.

When this female student wrote, she used to click after she finished writing, but it didn't show up in the letter. It can be seen that it was not her!

Is it another classmate?

This is not impossible. They are all in the same grade and it is normal to borrow books from each other.

Just as Jiang listened to Xu thinking about this possibility, Mo Boyuan suddenly said:

"Wife, how many people were there when your class graduated?"

"53."

"Are all the classmates writing this classmate?"

"determine."

"Oh? According to that, there should be 52 classmates' comments in this classmate record?"

Jiang Tingxu nodded:

"Yes, what's wrong?"

Except for himself, it is indeed 52.

"According to what I just counted, there are only 51 comments from classmates. Wife, who do you think will be missing?"