The down-and-out sentinels are raised, and the strong couple is on the list

Maybe it was because the light was a bit too hot right now, so Yu Yan woke up from the heat after not sleeping for a while.

She looked at the time and saw that less than half an hour had passed.

But he was no longer tired, and he was not in a hurry to go downstairs to find Yan Wenqi.

Turn on the air conditioner and wander around the room flipping.

The style of the bedroom is very warm, but the wardrobe is a bit simple. There are only a few clothes hanging in the empty wardrobe.

I don't know if it's because he doesn't like buying clothes, or because he has a habit of carrying them with him in the space button.

The small study room has a whole wall of bookcases. In addition to various books, there are also two rows of various certificates, certificates, trophies, and even many final transcripts of Yan Wenqi.

Unexpectedly, in an era where paperlessness is so advanced, Yan Wenqi actually retained so many habits of the paper era.

Yu Yan looked through each one curiously.

Many report cards are filled with perfect scores from top to bottom.

"This is a true academic master! From elementary school to university, he has been ranked first all year round. It's hard to imagine how far behind the second-ranked student in his class is."

Not only did he have outstanding grades in cultural classes and practical classes, he also seemed to be very talented in computers and mecha design.

But yes, these two things are inherently complementary to each other, and software and hardware are indispensable.

"Compared with Yan Wen Qi, my study attitude turns out to be a bit improper."

Yu Yan's grades are not bad, but she is essentially lazy.

She is unwilling to do anything that is not driven by profit.

From childhood to adulthood, her grades have always been among the top in the school, but she is unwilling to spend more effort to strive for first place.

Until her senior year of high school, she was like a donkey with a carrot hanging on her forehead. She worked hard for a year under the huge temptation of the college entrance examination.

That whole year, starting from the first mock exam, Yu Yan was ranked first in every mock exam regardless of scale.

In the end, he successfully won the province's science champion and was admitted to the best university in the country.

At that time, the high school and the local education bureau set her up as a role model for motivating high school seniors, and rewarded her with a large bonus.

This money was also used by Yu Yan to increase value in college and became her first start-up capital after graduation.

Of course, after entering college, Yu Yan was like a donkey that finally got the carrot and once again lost the motivation to achieve results.

He always stayed at the forefront of his studies, but he never got first place.

"Hey, what is this? A diary?"

Yu Yan turned to the end and saw several cute notebooks.

It looks like the kind that would only be used by children, with a very childlike illustration on the cover.

She took the notebooks and sat at the desk.

"Do you want to see it?"

"He and I have the closest relationship protected by federal law. He allows me to walk around as I please. Does that mean there is nothing I can't see?"

"But everyone has privacy. It seems impolite for me to look at such private things without his consent."

"But I'm really curious. What is Xiao Yan Wenqi's daily life like? Does he praise the girl next door for looking good in a small skirt? Does he fight with other children? Has he never fought before?"

"Why don't you tell me the answer, Mr. Bi Tu? As a loyal minister who has accompanied your master for so long, you should still have some status, right?"

Yu Yan's sinful little hand reached for the pen holder on the table.

"Then let me start taking it?"

"Look, don't look, look, don't look...Look, don't look..."

Yu Yan took out the last black pen from the pen holder and placed it on the table unwillingly.

"It's gone? No, I don't believe it!"

His palms were clasped on the edge of the table, and his fingers were scratching helplessly and furiously on the table, looking like a drama queen with a very unstable mental state.

"Bi Tuo classmate, how can you be like this? You must have something to say, right?"

He took the pen holder and turned it over, shaking it unwillingly.

"Ding"

There was a crisp but weak sound. It was a small paper clip falling from the pen holder to the table.

"Hahaha, wouldn't it be over if you confessed earlier? Do you still need me to give you a powerful memory recovery technique?"

Yu Yan neatly put the pens, drawing rulers, carving knives... all lined up on the table back into the pen holder one by one.

I didn’t forget that little paper clip either.

The pen holder was put back in its place, the diary was placed in front of me, and I opened it with peace of mind.

"YAN?"

Why is this habit similar to mine? When I pretend to be cool, I don’t write my full name on the title page, but use pinyin instead.

Every time I write, I imagine that I am a female celebrity who has just come out of the airport and is stopped by fans asking for autographs.

Just as he was about to turn to the next page, Yu Yan suddenly paused. As if he remembered something, he suddenly closed the diary and turned on the optical brain.

"The latest live broadcast...there are so many online viewers, how can I find them?"

"Oh, reward the audience, sort in descending order... hiss... ten long-distance starships, 200 million!!!"

"This prodigal old man, he'd better not tell me that this Yan is him!"

When Yu Yan thought that if this person was really Yan Wenqi, it meant that at least half of his reward had been taken away by that unscrupulous broadcaster, he held his chest in pain.

She didn't care about the diary and couldn't wait to ask Yan Wenqi for confirmation.

She didn't feel uncomfortable at all trying to expose his little vest. She didn't like to keep her doubts to herself.

It was his business to answer or not, but if he asked, she had to ask if she had something to ask.

Before turning off the optical computer, don’t forget to click on the platform again to urge “Live Broadcast Profit Withdrawal”

She could bear to have her account blocked, but it was her money, and she couldn't lose even a penny of star coins.

Downstairs, Uncle De, who had finished synchronizing the latest situation, made an arrangement for dinner with Yan Wenqi and left.

Yan Wenqi, who was curious, secretly turned on the surveillance camera in the room to see what Yu Yan was doing.

I saw her flipping pages in her study.

The diary is indeed a diary, but what other children write is what happens every day. What he writes, except for course records and grudge notebooks, there is nothing that Yu Yan cannot read.

So Yan Wenqi looked at Yu Yan with interest, talking to himself, and competing with the pen holder like a little lunatic.

Seeing her smile when she finally got what she wanted, he laughed too.

"I can tell you everything. Why don't you come to me? I will be more honest than that pen holder classmate."

He looked at the petite figure leaning on the table in the surveillance screen and complained in a low voice.

But soon, Yan Wenqi lost his composure.

He saw Yu Yan looking through his notes and found his signature.

I turned on the optical brain again and heard her talking to herself.

"Live broadcast...viewers...rewards...200 million...prodigal gentlemen..."

With a "click" sound, the smart pen spinning on the fingertips fell to the table.

Yan Wenqi couldn't even think of picking it up.

Because a series of hurried sounds of "kick, kick, kick, kick" coming downstairs could be heard in my ears.

Then there were one long and two short knocks on the door.

Yan Wenqi took a deep breath, "Should I run away now? Or should I kneel down and admit my mistake?"