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Mo Fei laid on the table as he wrote a few words impatiently.

Mo Yi looked at Mo Fei's sinister face, and said helplessly: "Young Master, you should pen it lighter, this paper is about to be punctured."

Mo Fei's expression changed, and he said: "That damned old bastard, he will definitely meet a good end."

Mo Yi nodded, and agreed: "That's right! That's right! He definitely will not have a good ending. That old fogey will be a pitiful bachelor until he dies. "

Mo Fei scratched his head in distress and said: "Yiyi, how many times have I written it?"

Mo Yi looked at Mo Fei and said, "You've written it more than two hundred times."

"What? I've only written it over two hundred times after such a long time?" Mo Fei said somewhat fretfully.

Mo Yi said helplessly: "Young Master, you have written about it for a long time, but not only did you write about me as a big idiot, you also wrote about the damned old bastard, which was more than 300 times."

Mo Fei scratched his head with a headache, "That damned old man, isn't it absurd for him to write that someone as smart as me is a big idiot?"

Mo Yi, "... Young Master, it doesn't matter if it's absurd or not, you should write it as soon as possible. "

Mo Fei nodded his head, and said: "Okay, you can go rest first, I can write your own books."

Mo Yi nodded, and said: "Okay, then I'll go rest first."

Mo Fei sat at the window looking out at the pitch-black sky, feeling extremely desolate.

"What are you writing?" An elegant and beautiful voice sounded beside Mo Fei's ears.

A warm breath blew into Mo Fei's ears, and he jumped up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

"Why are you here?" Mo Fei asked somewhat angrily.

Lou Yu laughed and said: "This is my home, am I very strange here?"

Mo Fei glared at Lou Yu in dissatisfaction, "Come in, why aren't you making a sound?"

Lou Yu laughed, and said: Looking at how focused you are in writing, and how I have the nerve to disturb you, what are you writing?

Mo Fei quickly hid the book he was writing, "It has nothing to do with you."

Lou Yu laughed, and said amiably: "How can it be that it has nothing to do with me, you are my wife, everything to do with you is related to me."

Lou Yu reached out to take out the book underneath Mo Fei's body, and a brilliant smile appeared on his face, "I'm a big idiot, Mo Fei! I never knew that you were such a self-aware person, but you also knew that you were stupid. "

Mo Fei's face flushed red, "What has it got to do with you?"

Lou Yu looked at Mo Fei's flushed face and found it interesting.

Mo Fei said impatiently: "Scram."

Lou Yu crossed his arms, and calmly looked at Mo Fei: "What's going on, tell me."

Mo Fei said helplessly: "I offended our interstellar History teacher, he punished me to write it a thousand times."

"Interstellar History teacher? What's his name! " Lou Yu asked.

Mo Fei scratched his head, "It's just an interstellar History teacher, who knows what its name is."

Lou Yu looked at Mo Fei, laughed coldly, and said: "You don't even know his name, and your teacher only punished you to write his book a thousand times."

Mo Fei glared at Lou Yu angrily and said: "What do you know? I have a lot of things to remember, so I don't have time to remember all this nonsense. "

"What kind of person is your teacher!" Lou Yu asked.

Mo Fei thought for a moment, then said: "He is extremely narcissistic. He always said that when he was young, he enchanted a myriad of beauties, and many beauties were willing to die for him. I seriously suspect that he is delusional."

Lou Yu frowned, and said: "Is your teacher surnamed Zhao?"

Mo Fei thought for a moment, then said: "I think it's his surname, I heard people call him Teacher Dian."

Lou Yu said helplessly: "You actually don't even know his name, his name is really unique."

"Is that so?" Mo Fei asked.

Lou Yu nodded, and said: "That's right! He's called the most handsome, but you'd better call him handsome teacher in the future. "

Mo Fei, "..." Teacher Shuang, that crazy old man.

Lou Yu lifted the brush, and lightly marked a few words on the paper.

When Mo Fei looked at the books, he could not actually tell which one was written by Lou Yu and which one was written by him.

Mo Fei was surprised: "You can copy my notes."

Lou Yu nodded his head and said: "My imitation ability is very strong. When Feiyu was young, she didn't like doing homework, so I copied his notes and helped him do it."

Mo Fei was a little sour, "Really?"

"That's right!" A look of reminiscence emerged on Lou Yu's face.

"What a pity!" They rejected you, but you helped them copy their homework for nothing. "

Lou Yu glanced at Mo Fei, and said. "How many times do you have left?

"Eh?" Mo Fei looked at Lou Yu in shock.

Lou Yu looked at Mo Fei's shocked face and said, "It's fine if you don't want it."

"If you want it, I've written it more than two hundred times. There's still more than seven hundred times left." Mo Fei immediately replied.