Make a fine Omega confident

Thick skin is a major skill of Lin Xiayang's survival until now. Although, he still happily followed Qin Ange into the room with the terminal in his arms.

The layout of Qin Ange's room is very simple, all the paper books are neatly placed on the shelves, and a guitar is leaning against the end of the bed.There was only one chair in the room, and Lin Xiayang moved a small round stool in from the living room.Qin Ange's computer was turned on, and Lin Xiayang glanced over it inadvertently, and happened to see a few large characters in black and plus rent in the middle of the document: Registration Form for the National Supernatural Contest.

Lin Xiayang knew about this competition, it happens every four years, and Lin Xiayang saw it on TV when he was a freshman in high school.As a national high-level competition, this competition is still very important for those who have not yet graduated.Lin Xiayang recalled it silently in his heart, and found that July next year would be the time for the supernatural contest to be held again.

Qin Ange went to close the document first, then he turned around and asked Lin Xiayang: "What about the homework, what class is it? Let me take a look first."

Lin Xiayang didn't respond.

Qin Ange turned around and saw that Lin Xiayang was not only not sitting down, but was staring at him with piercing eyes.

Lin Xiayang stood on tiptoe, leaned forward, and moved to Qin Ange curiously, wanting Qin Ange to open the file for him to read: "What? What did you just turn off? I want to read it too."

"It's nothing, it's not important." Qin Ange said perfunctorily, "What about your homework, doesn't it mean that you have to hand it in tomorrow?"

Lin Xiayang continued to ask: "What is this?"

Qin Ange said helplessly: "Didn't you see it all, and still ask? The registration form for the competition was given by the teacher, and asked me to think about it."

Lin Xiayang pointed to the computer and asked again: "Then why don't I have one?"

Qin Ange's face was expressionless, and his voice didn't even fluctuate: "Maybe it's because I'm stronger."

Lin Xiayang: "..."

This is one of the countless little things that caused the relationship between Lin Xiayang and Qin Ange to deteriorate.

Now that there was no Qin Ange's mother in the room, the atmosphere became a little more subtle. Lin Xiayang sat on the small round stool, his brain, which had just been hot blooded, was cooled by the frozen air, and Lin Xiayang woke up.

At the same time, Lin Xiayang began to feel embarrassed, especially since he and Qin Ange had scolded each other on the message board half an hour ago.

Lin Xiayang thought for a moment, in order to avoid embarrassment, he decided to pretend that this incident hadn't happened before Qin Ange recalled it.

Qin Ange didn't know that Lin Xiayang was thinking seriously again, so he connected to Lin Xiayang's terminal.

Qin Ange also has the course of combat analysis, but it is not the same teacher as Lin Xiayang.Qin Ange glanced at the title and knew that it was a summer preview homework that Lin Xiayang didn't do, because he also had a similar homework, and the difficulty was even slightly higher than this because of the different departments.

Regarding this kind of problem, Qin Ange has some experience. After a short period of information processing, he already basically understands how to help Lin Xiayang, but he doesn't want to give Lin Xiayang the answer so quickly.So, Qin Ange adjusted the terminal's page back to the initial section, and turned his head to meet Lin Xiayang's expectant gaze.

Seeing Qin Ange's movements, Lin Xiayang happily approached him and asked, "How is it? Can you understand the question?"

Qin Ange: "?"

Facts have proved that it is right not to tell Lin Xiayang the analysis results directly.

Qin Ange looked at Lin Xiayang, and asked meaningfully: "Do you understand the question?"

Lin Xiayang thought that Qin Ange couldn't understand it, so he immediately became proud.In order to prevent Qin Ange from seeing his pride, Lin Xiayang said very modestly: "I can read."

Qin Ange: "..."

This scene is always familiar. After all, Lin Xiayang used to get 120 points in the [-]-point paper of the junior high school exam, so he dared to show off in front of Qin Ange, who got a perfect score.

Qin Ange didn't want to hurt Lin Xiayang's self-confidence, so he had no choice but to say: "Okay, why don't you read it first?"

Lin Xiayang expected that Qin Ange would not be able to do it either, and suddenly he started to croak happily like a suffocated frog. Even the sense of crisis of failing to do homework was not as good as Qin Ange's schadenfreude, and he held his head high. While reading the topic, he educated Qin Ange.

Lin Xiayang always talked a lot, and his subject had left his homework, almost to the point of praising himself for whatever he thought of: "So, you just can't be too complacent about being a human being. Look at you, although you have been admitted to the combat department, but The actual level is still not out of the category of ordinary high school students, you might as well learn from me. Although I can’t do it, but I have an optimistic and loving heart, life is to have a loving heart..."

While helping Lin Xiayang with the data model, Qin Ange had to be distracted occasionally, so he took the time to nod at Lin Xiayang.

... lest Lin Xiayang know that he didn't listen to a word.

Lin Xiayang was greatly encouraged, thinking that he was right, and occasionally added some body language to increase the appeal of his speech.

When Qin Ange finished building the data model and the initial setup was over, Lin Xiayang was still talking.

There was no other way, Qin Ange had no choice but to stop his work, propped his head on his hands, and watched Lin Xiayang's performance quietly.

Omega's physical strength is not very good, Lin Xiayang gets tired soon.He thought that at Qin Ange's place, he would not be able to finish his homework, so he might as well go back to sleep early and refer to his classmates the next day.

Lin Xiayang went home proudly holding the terminal.

After taking a shower, he tucked himself into the bed obediently.According to his past habits, before going to bed, Lin Xiayang always checked his mobile phone and then checked his terminal.

It was because of this habit that Lin Xiayang discovered that Qin Ange had sent messages to both his terminal and mobile phone half an hour ago.

What Qin Ange sent to the terminal was a running program. Lin Xiayang clicked on it and found that it was exactly in line with the theme of his homework. It was obviously tailor-made for Lin Xiayang.

Among them, several hypothetical results and preset plans are preset, which are things that Lin Xiayang's cute little head has never thought of.After all, he didn't think much about it.

Lin Xiayang shook his hands again, and clicked on the message Qin Ange sent him on his phone.

Qin Ange: [Is it intuitive and clear enough? 】

"..."

Lin Xiayang didn't reply, thank you, thank you, he thanked Qin Ange.But when he recalled the scene in Qin Ange's room just now, Lin Xiayang jumped up from the bed with a jolt.

He counted on his fingers seriously: from six o'clock in the evening to 08:30.

So here comes the question, what kind of mood did Qin Ange have during the two and a half hours of Lin Xiayang's personal speech?

Lin Xiayang could still vaguely recall Qin Ange's rare smiling face... Ah, it turned out that Qin Ange was the one who smiled.

Lin Xiayang: "..."

He will wake up at six o'clock tomorrow, and he will never see Qin Ange again.

As a result, plans have not kept pace with the changes.

The next day, Lin Xiayang woke up at seven, almost missing the first class in the morning.

As soon as he went out, he was unlucky to run into Qin Ange who was carrying a bag and was about to go out.

Wang Yanyan also urged Lin Xiayang to call his brother quickly.

Lin Xiayang: "..."

The unlucky day started when I met Qin Ange.