Chapter 32 Why does he have the MY mark?
Shen Xingli widened his eyes in disbelief.
Why does this mark look so similar to that person's?
Every time that person explained a problem to her, he liked to mark a MY sign in the lower right corner.
At first she just thought he wrote it unintentionally.
But later I saw that there was the same mark on every paper.
Why does this mark also appear in Sang Muye’s picture?
Is this a coincidence or...
Shen Xingli didn't dare to speculate further.
He showed the picture to Sang Muye.
Then he told the person on the other end some data and hung up the phone.
He turned around and saw Shen Xingli staring at him intently.
He stretched out his big hand and rubbed her head: "Do you like looking at me so much?"
Shen Xingli shrank his neck in fear.
I asked timidly, "Did you draw this picture?"
Sang Muye said lightly, "What's wrong?"
Shen Xingli pointed to the mark in the lower right corner and asked, "What does this mark mean? Do you write it on every piece of paper?"
Sang Muye looked at her somewhat embarrassed expression and seemed to have guessed something.
He looked at her for a few seconds and said in a deep voice, "Only important things will be written."
Only important things are written.
But what I explained to her is not important.
Each class has to cover several questions, which requires at least several sheets of paper.
He should have thrown away this kind of calculation paper after he finished explaining it.
Why did he even write a mark on it?
Besides, how could someone like Sang Muye explain a problem to an irrelevant person?
She would never believe that this would happen to him.
Shen Xingli stared at Sang Muye's face for a few more seconds.
Then he uttered 'oh' softly.
Maybe it's just a coincidence.
Just then, she received a message from Sang Yu.
"Aunt, I bought the tickets for Qin An's concert. I'll pick you up at 6pm tomorrow night."
When Shen Xingli saw this message, her lips immediately lifted up.
Qin An is her favorite singer.
I'm coming to Beijing to give a concert tomorrow.
She had been looking forward to this day for a long time, but when she was trying to grab the tickets, the network was down and she didn't get a single one.
She was upset for several days.
I also posted on Xiaohongshu.
Express regret.
Thinking about meeting his idol soon, Shen Xingli replied excitedly.
[Baby, you are my god. How did you buy this? It must have cost you a lot of money.]
Sang Yu: [We call it "looking for something unsuccessfully, but finding it without any effort"]. I saw this on my uncle's desk. It was a gift from an advertiser, and he almost threw it in the trash.]
Shen Xingli: [??? How could such a thing even exist? Even if I don't want to see it, I can't throw it away. It's worth thousands of dollars. I can give it to anyone.]
Sang Yu: [A few thousand yuan is still money to him? He's just like that, cold and cold. He'd rather throw it away than give it to anyone.]
Shen Xingli looked up at Sang Muye who was driving.
The man is dressed casually today.
A black sweater with a gray coat on top.
There was an unfathomable look between his handsome brows.
Shen Xingli lowered his head again and typed on the phone screen.
Shen Xingli: [Xiaoyu, has your uncle ever explained math problems to you?]
Sang Yu: [He's a poor student explaining the problem to me. Are you crazy? How could you ask such a stupid question?]
Shen Xingli: [If he is good at math, do you think he would explain a problem to a stranger?]
Sang Yu: [If that day ever comes, it would be the end of the world. Otherwise, he would never do such a thing. I bet you three bags of spicy noodles.]
After hearing her say this, Shen Xingli slowly let go of the worry that had been hanging in his heart.
What Sang Yu said makes sense.
Sang Muye was the last in class when he was in school, while that person had won a grand prize in a mathematics competition.
How could they be the same person?
Thinking of this, she opened the Xiaohongshu interface.
I sent a message to that person: [Teacher, when are you free? I will treat you to a meal.]
This time, the other party did not reply quickly.
Instead, Shen Xingli only received the news when they arrived at Mr. Tang’s clinic.
MY; [Okay, you decide the time and place.]
Seeing this message, Shen Xingli couldn't help but be stunned.
This was the sentence with the most words she had said since she started dating this person, except when she was giving a lecture.
She immediately replied: [How about next Saturday at noon at the Zuoan Western Restaurant on Shanghang Road?]
MY: [Hmm]
After the matter was finalized, Shen Xingli was still a little excited.
She could finally meet this great god whom she admired.
I don't know what he looks like.
Could he be as aloof as Sang Muye?
Then this meal would be very lonely.
She must bring Sang Yu, the chatterbox, with her.
Shen Xingli was taken by Sang Muye into an office.
As soon as I entered the door, I saw a man with gray hair jumping out.
He waved at her: "This must be my sister-in-law, Aye, why don't you introduce her to me."
After saying that, he walked towards Shen Xingli and wanted to shake hands with her.
Sang Muye pulled her into his arms, his voice devoid of any warmth.
"Don't pay attention to him. We're not here to see him. We're here to see his grandfather."
Tang Yixuan was so angry that he pulled his hand back and cursed, "Without me, you can still get the old man's number? Don't you know that his number for next year is full? You are a useless person."
Sang Muye curled his lips and said, "Stupid donkey, go pour a cup of hot water, my wife is thirsty."
"No, unless you let me have a word with my sister-in-law."
Shen Xingli already understood the relationship between Sang Muye and this person. She crawled out of his arms, revealing a pretty little face.
She smiled at Tang Yixuan and said, "My name is Shen Xingli. Thank you for registering for me."
Hearing this soft and sticky voice, Tang Yixuan was so envious that he almost cried.
How could a devil like Sang Muye marry such a gentle and lovely wife?
He is such a good man who is loved by everyone and makes flowers bloom wherever he goes, but he is still single.
This world is not fair at all.
Not only did she give that bastard Sang Muye an extremely smart brain, but she also gave him such a good wife.
Tang Yixuan immediately smiled and waved his hand: "I am Tang Yixuan, Aye's good brother. This clinic is opened by my grandfather. Next time you have any illness, you can just come to me directly, no need to look for him."
Shen Xingli smiled and nodded: "Thank you."
"Come on, I'll take you to find my grandpa."
After that, he led them into another oversized office.
Mr. Tang was looking at something with his reading glasses on.
When he saw them coming, he immediately burst into laughter.
"Aye, I heard that you were married. I didn't believe it, but it turns out to be true."
Sang Muye took Shen Xingli's hand and said, "We got married in such a hurry that I didn't have time to tell you. I'll invite you over when we have the wedding banquet."
Mr. Tang laughed heartily.
His eyes looked towards Shen Xingli.
"Is this girl your sticky rice dumpling?"
Tang Yixuan: "Grandpa, it's rice cake."
Shen Xingli looked at Sang Muye in surprise and asked softly, "Are they talking about me? Why am I your little rice cake?"
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