Ji Changmulli ignored him.

Shen Fangzhou said anxiously: "I'm serious. It's okay if I don't pay you. The little loli is so cute. It's fun to play with her every week."

"Shen Fangzhou, how unhappy are you?" Ji Changmu glanced at him, "She won't make you happy, she will only make you angry."

"You are biased... I think I play well with the children, but you don't understand the hearts of children. I understand, I understand, let me do it!"

Ji Changmu just ignored him.

He sleeps until noon every day during weekends, so how can he have time to teach children? How can a person without self-control teach children?

Ji Changmu took his book and left.

Zhou Yang beat his chest and said: "Why is the boss ignoring us? He is so cold and cold."

Shen Fangzhou: "No, the flower of the high mountains."

Zheng Xin: "Is the boss having trouble with his girlfriend? I don't think he is happy at all?"

Shen Fangzhou thought for a while: "A fight? It's possible. People are like this when they are in love. They quarrel when they don't agree, and quarrels make you feel bad."

Zhou Yang glanced at Shen Fangzhou with contempt: "It sounds like you have talked about it before."

"Why haven't I talked about it?!" Shen Fangzhou was so angry that he ignored them and hid in bed playing games.

Zhou Yang and Zheng Xin looked at each other, spread their hands, shrugged, and continued to sleep.

Ji Changmu went to the self-study classroom alone.

There were many people in the classroom, so he found a seat near the back and sat by the window.

There was a bleak scenery outside the window. He just glanced at it, and the scenery outside the window of the South Tower suddenly flashed in his mind.

Outside the small red western-style building, the scenery was picturesque, with rolling mountains, large tracts of bamboo, flowers in spring and a moon in autumn. The beautiful scenery had different charms throughout the year, as if it had been fixed in his mind.

Ji Changmu withdrew his gaze and lowered his head.

Before reading, he sent a text message to Butler Zhong: Butler Zhong, I left Qiao Muyuan’s composition copy here.

Butler Zhong was also very considerate and didn't say much. He replied: I'll ask the driver to pick it up another day.

Ji Changmu:Okay.

Ji Changmu reads a book.

The self-study classroom is very quiet. Occasionally, some students whisper to discuss problems, but most of the time it is very quiet.

Near noon, students left one after another to eat in the cafeteria.

Ji Changmu was as calm as usual, writing calculation formulas on the paper and writing the exercises he bought.

In the past three years, he has completed countless exercises, and he can solve many difficult problems one by one. He wins the first scholarship every semester.

Ji Changmu will ignore all external circumstances when doing the questions. Even if someone is whispering, he will not care.

Outside the self-study classroom, there were several girls from foreign departments drinking milk tea and chatting, looking into the classroom from time to time.

"Look, that's Ji Changmu, the junior school boy."

"So handsome, finally I saw him."

"Hurry up and read it. I heard that I will study abroad next year."

"He has excellent grades. I often see him on the commendation list."

"I can't go. I'm disgusted. It's so difficult to apply for publicly funded study abroad. I heard that most of the publicly funded places every year are determined internally, and it's not anyone else's turn."

"Yes, I have a senior sister who is like this. Her grades are very good and she wants to study in the UK. In the end, the professor did not recommend her. She didn't go, so she had to choose to go to graduate school."
Chapter completed!