"Qingyue, it should be fine. You don't have to worry. My father has also met the girl named Sheng Yuan. Even if Xiao Yan really promised her something, it's nothing more than a child's matter."

Yan Chengye said this to Yan Qingyue before hanging up the phone.

* Adjoining dining area.

The lunch box that the driver brought today was as sumptuous as always.

Tomato, corn, shrimp, beef and asparagus, apple and white fungus soup, and the rice is purple rice.

Two identical copies.

Sheng Yuan took out a spoon from the small box and said, "I'm ready to eat."

She looked at Shi Yan.

After a pause of one second, Shi Yan replied in a low voice: "Let's eat."

Sure enough, after he said these three words, she showed a satisfied expression.

Sheng Yuan had a small appetite and was always full after just a few bites. She put down the spoon and started playing with her phone. While playing, she suddenly looked at Shi Yan, who was eating most of the meal quietly with his eyes lowered, and asked curiously.

“Is it so delicious?”

Shi Yan paused, swallowed the food in his mouth, and said, "Hmm."

The taste is indeed good, but the portion is quite generous. Shi Yan mainly did not want to waste food.

Sheng Yuan looked at Shi Yan, and seemed to feel that the lunch box in front of her had become attractive again. She put down her cell phone, picked up the spoon again, and ate a few more bites.

This caused the driver next to them to look surprised, and then they carefully remembered the dish that Sheng Yuan liked.

After dinner, Sheng Yuan and Shi Yan attracted a lot of attention when they returned to the classroom.

All the students in the class looked at the two people in surprise, with disbelief written all over their faces.

Mainly Shi Yan——

This is the academic god who has always been a loner, aloof, and aloof. One day, he would actually sit down to eat with others. The scene was so incredible! Everyone looked at the person who was eating with the academic god—Sheng Yuan.

Facing all kinds of gazes around her, the girl seemed unconscious. She sat down, buried her head on the table and began to sleep. She still had to take a nap.

Shi Yan also sat down, opened the exercise book that Sheng Yuan had closed, picked up a pen, and continued doing the exercises.

Yan Qingyue, who was sitting in the third row of seats in the third group, was absent-minded. She looked back several times with mixed feelings.

Duan Yuwei next to her had a relieved and thankful expression, because she knew that Sheng Yuan usually had lunch with Fu Jie, but Fu Jie had not come to see Sheng Yuan until today. When Sheng Yuan was with Shi Yan, she would not look for Fu Jie.

But at the same time, Duan Yuwei felt unbalanced. Sheng Yuan could summon Fu Jie at will, and now she didn't know what she had done to convince the academic god to have dinner with her.

* During lunch break, the classroom was quiet.

Shi Yan was halfway through solving a math problem when someone poked his arm with a thin white index finger.

The girl next to me suddenly leaned over and asked, "Can you write with your left hand?"

Shi Yan pursed his lips and didn't answer.

But she had already answered for him: "I know you will."

Sheng Yuan had seen it. Just last week in a physics class, the teacher randomly called a few students to the podium to do questions. The blackboard was full of people. Shi Yan was sitting on the far left. In order not to touch the student next to him, he moved the chalk to his other hand and solved the problem with his left hand.

At that time, Sheng Yuan woke up, raised his head from the table, and saw this scene.

The next second, her almond-shaped eyes narrowed in a smile, which made the traces of bags under her eyes more obvious. She said, "The sun is shining in outside, please block it for me."

As he spoke, he took out a thin exercise book from his desk, handed it to him, and then lifted his wrist slightly.

"Yes, very good, just keep this position."

Then she let go of his hand, lay down on the table with peace of mind and continued to sleep.

Shi Yan: “…”

Just a few days ago, Sheng Yuan had grabbed Shi Yan's wrist to block the sun for herself. At that time, Shi Yan asked her to let go in a low and cold voice. But a few days later, she took it for granted that Shi Yan was blocking the sun for her.

Shi Yan lowered his eyes, and what he saw was the girl's hairy back of the head and a clean and delicate neck.

In the morning, the math teacher assigned two test questions. Zhang Wenqiang didn't answer a small question in one of the questions, so he only took a short lunch break. When he was about to ask Shi Yan, he turned around and spoke very softly in order not to wake up the other students who were sleeping.

"God of Study, can I see the answer to your second math problem?"

Shi Yan nodded.

Coincidentally, Zhang Wen also saw the question-writing booklet that Shi Yan was holding in his right hand, and recognized that Shi Yan had copied the questions into this booklet. He was about to reach out to take it, but found nothing.

Zhang Wenqiang was stunned.

Shi Yan pulled out a blank piece of draft paper, picked up a ballpoint pen with his left hand, wrote quickly on the paper with sharp handwriting, and pushed the paper to Zhang Wenqiang.

Zhang Wenqiang saw that the above was the solution to the problem he was looking for.

"I don't need to thank you for your kindness, Master." As he spoke, Zhang Wenqiang seemed to have just noticed the notebook that Shi Yan had been holding in his right hand. He asked with a confused expression, "Master, why do you always hold this up? Aren't you tired?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Wenqiang looked down at the notebook and saw Sheng Yuan sleeping on the desk next to him.

His eyes widened instantly, as if he had discovered something incredible. He covered his mouth with his hand, with an expression that said "I didn't see anything" on his face, and quickly sat back in his seat holding the paper.

But this scene has already been seen by others——

With a "click".

The pencil lead that Yan Qingyue used to draw auxiliary lines broke, leaving a black mark on the notebook.

* The bell for Qingfeng's last class in the afternoon rang, and a large number of lower grade students who did not have to attend evening classes walked towards the school gate with their schoolbags on their backs.

When most people in the classroom had left and the peak period had passed, Sheng Yuan casually picked up her leather schoolbag and snapped her fingers in Shi Yan's ear: "Go play with me."

"He can't go—" A soft female voice of disapproval sounded first, and Yan Qingyue came over with a frown on her pretty face: "Shi Yan still has evening classes, he can't leave the school now."

Sheng Yuan said indifferently: "It should be easy for the top student in the grade to get a note for leave."

Yan Qingyue showed an incredible expression to this "heretical" proposal, and then she said solemnly: "Student Sheng Yuan, you are different from us. We are about to take the graduation exam. This period is very critical. You can't, you can't let Shi Yan skip classes just because you helped him, and let him lie to the teacher. If the teacher finds out--"

Sheng Yuan tilted her head: "Oh, that's none of my business."

“…”

Yan Qingyue stared in amazement, as if she had not expected Sheng Yuan to react like this.

Sheng Yuan didn't really care about whether Shi Yan skipped classes or lied and might be caught by the teacher and criticized.

The driver sent a message saying that he had arrived at the school gate. Sheng Yuan glanced at it, locked the screen, and then thought of a solution.