Chapter 149
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Shi Yao replied with an "Oh" as she took the pen from Lin Jiage's hands and began working on it.
Lin Jiage didn't disturb Shi Yao anymore.
He first shot a glance at Qin Shou, who still had an awful expression on his face, before turning his gaze back to Shi Yao once more.
The young lady's expression was serious and focused as she worked on the question. Occasionally, when she was deep in thought, her brows would furrow slightly.
Perhaps it was because she had a physical education class today, but she had combed her long hair into a bun, revealing her fair and slender neck.
The side profile of her face was delicate and beautiful, especially the tip of her nose. It was perky and cute.
Lin Jiage stared at Shi Yao for a while, but not only did he not find it annoying, he found her even more pleasing to the eye.
He didn't expect Soft Bun to be so good-looking as well … It was no wonder men would send her love letters. I wonder how many love letters there are …
While Lin Jiage was still immersed in his thoughts, a female student sitting in front of him suddenly turned around with an exercise book in her hand and asked, "Senior Lin, there's a question that I'm unable to solve. Can you help me with it?"
Before Lin Jiage could say anything, Shi Yao had already raised her head to look at the female student.
He reached out and flicked Shi Yao's head lightly. "Do your question."
Shi Yao puffed up her cheeks and obediently lowered her head to look at the question Lin Jiage had written for her.
Noticing that Lin Jiage wasn't replying to her question, the female student who was chatting up Lin Jiage spoke up once more, "Senior Lin, this question …"
This time, before the female student could finish her words, Lin Jiage had already interjected, "Am I a teacher?"
Seeing that Lin Jiage had spoken to her, a hint of shyness surfaced on the female student's face. She shook her head and replied gently, "No."
"Isn't there a problem then? If you have a question that you don't know, you should ask your teacher. Why are you asking me?" Lin Jiage said nonchalantly before turning his gaze back to Shi Yao.
How could these female students act like this? Aren't they trying to ruin my reputation by talking to me in front of Soft Bun?
But speaking of which, I came to the library with Soft Bun, Soft Bun received a love letter, and I was accosted by a female student. Considering how talented Soft Bun and I are, they sure are a match made in heaven … What should I name them? Peach Blossom Couple …
Just as Lin Jiage was feeling gleeful over the name he had given himself, he suddenly caught sight of the blue envelope on the table.
Why is that thing getting more and more irritating …
Lin Jiage stared at the letter for a moment before a thought suddenly came to his mind, and he said, "I'm thirsty after explaining the questions to you earlier …"
Hearing his words, Shi Yao turned to look at him.
Before Shi Yao could say anything, Lin Jiage had already continued, "… I don't need you to treat me to a drink, but you can treat me if you want. I'll pay for it."
Saying so, Lin Jiage took out his phone, tapped into the food delivery service, and passed it over to Shi Yao, "What would you like to drink?"
Who wants to buy you a drink? Could one not be so self-righteous?
Shi Yao muttered in her heart. Then, she looked at the colorful milk tea that Lin Jiage passed over and hesitated for a moment before she finally pointed to a milky green one.
Yao nod. Lin, Lin … Yao Lin Lin Lin Jiage Instead, Yao Yao nodded.
Zhang Yao Xiao Gu Lu Yao, Li Lu, Lu Lu Lu, and replied. Lu. Lu Lin, Lu Jili Nodded.
[I'm sorry, but the person you're looking for has already arrived on Mars.]
Lin Jiage calmly typed in four words: [Golden Resplendence.]
Lu Benlai swiftly replied, [Alright, Boss. Please wait a moment. I'll deliver the item you want as soon as possible using SF Express.]
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