The host of fast time travel was kissed by the hero after his death

Chapter 12
His lips collapsed into a straight line, and there was an indescribable feeling in his heart.

All day long, he sat on this unusually small sofa, waiting for that money-loving, extremely narrow-minded boy.

Every once in a while, I can't help but stand at the window and watch for a while.

Waiting for a figure to appear.

The moment the boy actually appeared, the inexplicable panic emptiness in his heart was strangely filled.

Even he didn't know why he felt like this.

Leng Yihan stood up and changed into a brand new shirt brought by his subordinates. He was less indifferent and more gentle.

But, even so, those cold eyes were still as cold as usual.

Leng Yihan walked to Lan Yao's side with his long legs.

Lan Yao muttered some formula.

Leng Yihan turned his eyes slightly, and saw the notebook full of calculation process.

His eyes flickered slightly, thinking of the math book with concise and neat notes that he picked up casually last night.

The handwriting on the book is completely opposite to the handwriting on the notebook.

The handwriting on the book is very dignified.

The handwriting on the notebook...but there is arrogance everywhere.

Something floated through Leng Yihan's mind, but it didn't show half of it on his face.

He looked at the topic that made the young man scratch his head, his thin lips moved up and down, and his voice was faint: "Choose C."

Lan Yao, who had no reaction to the outside world, finally responded.

"C?!" Lan Yao paused, turning to the answer on the last page of the textbook with suspicion.

The answer is actually C.

He widened his eyes, turned his head mechanically, and saw the "B" he had calculated.

Lan Yao: "..."

Grinding teeth, remembering.

Lan Yao raised his head abruptly, staring at Leng Yihan: "How do you know?"

He had never seen such an unusually lively and serious look on the young man.

Leng Yihan raised his brows lightly, and sat on the side of the bed calmly: "I can tell."

"You can tell?" Lan Yao's teeth rubbed up and down itchingly.

The way Leng Yihan said the answer lightly and calmly, deeply stimulated him.

He picked up the textbook without believing in evil and said very quickly: "The distance from the vertex of one-quarter x-y=1 of the hyperbola to its asymptote is equal to -"

Leng Yihan glanced at each option, and said directly: "A."

Lan Yao slowly turned to the page of the answer, and the correct answer was really A.

"!" Lan Yao's eyes widened in disbelief, and continued to ask five multiple-choice questions in disbelief.

Leng Yihan just glanced at the options given very lightly, and then gave the correct answer.

Pride and self-esteem were shattered at this moment.

One by one, they hit the ground.

Lan Yao looked at the textbook with tears in his eyes, as if he was reading a bible.

Leng Yihan didn't expect his reaction to be so loud, and his voice was dry: "These questions are not difficult, as long as..."

Before he finished speaking, Lan Yao turned his head and his eyes were shining with eager light: "Teach me to study! Teach me to do the questions!"

Leng Yihan paused and looked into his eyes.

The black and round eyes are misty, like a pitiful little milk cat.

Obviously he still has very important things to do, but facing such eyes, he couldn't say a word of rejection.

Somewhere in Leng Yihan's heart softened inexplicably: "Okay."

Lan Yao thought of something, and took out a wad of money in his pocket.

(End of this chapter)