There is not much to talk about in the afternoon class. Li Mu studies hard and makes progress. He must pass the upcoming mock exam, he must enter the top ten, and he must win the school belle Jin Xizi.
Li Mu touched the painting in his desk pocket and felt that it was a bit unsafe to put such a painting in his desk pocket. Although no one knew its value, it was dangerous just because of this. What if someone
Treating it as ordinary paper to put on the wall, spread the table, or wipe the buttocks, it would really make me want to cry. For example, if Hao Youcai, a bastard, had not come back in time, this painting might have been destroyed.
In hand.
Chapter completed!