After hearing this, Yue Qihua gave Yang Xingyue a thumbs up at the angle Ai Liang could not see.

Ai Liang pretended not to see the dryer in the bathroom, and it was too impolite to directly expose other people's thoughts, so he nodded: "If nothing else, I will come over."

"That's great...I mean thank you. I've been helping me with the lessons. I'll bother you." Yang Xingyue showed a bright smile and ran to the balcony with a happy little step.

Unlike the happy Yang Xingyue, Ai Liang's heart is mixed. To be honest, when he first met Yang Xingyue, he did not like Yang Xingyue very much because of Yang Xingguo, and he could even say he was disgusted. Even if Ai Liang understood that what his parents did had nothing to do with his children, it was difficult to look at her with a normal perspective.

At the beginning, she tutored Yang Xingyue in her studies because of Yue Qihua's request. At that time, Ai Liang was completely perfunctory and felt compassion until she saw Yang Xingyue crying alone in the school garden.

After two years of getting along, Ai Liang gradually changed his views. Yang Xingyue was just a little innocent and cute little girl. In addition to occasionally having some small thoughts, she is very gentle and kind in dealing with people in most cases. No matter how cold Ai Liang is, she always holds pure kindness.

Unfortunately, her father is Yang Xingguo, the person Ai Liang hates the most, and their relationship can only stop with friends.

Yue Qihua raised her hand and shook her in front of Ai Liang: "Hey, why are you in a daze? Are you fantasizing that she will also wash your clothes like this after getting married to Xingyue?"

Yang Xingyue, who had just gotten on the chair, suddenly blushed when she heard it: "Huahua! What nonsense are you talking about!"

The shy Yang Xingyue took out all the papers arranged by Ai Liang before and put them on the desk: "I have finished all the papers for the past few days."

Ai Liang looked at the test paper and asked, "I understand, where did you put the things in my schoolbag?"

“Here is here.”

Yue Qihua didn't bother to get off the sofa and directly passed it from Ai Liang to pick up the black notebook on the shelf. She sat cross-legged beside Ai Liang and asked with interest: "Don't worry, we haven't read it. Is this your diary?"

The two were only one palm away and were very close.

Ai Liang moved a little to the side and made a gap before opening the notebook.

"Hmm? This is...a high-level mathematics?" Yue Qihua asked, looking at the dense formula.

"This is Xu Zhihai...the notebook with glasses is an admission gift sent to students from the University of Peking." Ai Liang handed the notebook to Yue Qihua: "The above is a proof of his guess from college. I feel that it's a pity that I lost it, so I took it back."

The first few pages of the notebook are just some ordinary knowledge of advanced mathematics, and the proof of mathematical conjectures is only after a few pages.

Yue Qihua took the notebook and flipped through it. She had already taught herself all the knowledge of high school. She could barely understand the first few pages of the notes.

Yang Xingyue, who was confused about high school mathematics, also came over to observe the notes and immediately drove Yue Qihua away: "Go and go, guys who haven't finished high school mathematics are joining in the fun."

Yang Xingyue hugged Yue Qihua's arm and said coquettishly: "I just want to see it, maybe there is something else."

"You are a kid playing treasure hunt, what can a note have?"

Although he seemed impatient on his lips, Yue Qihua still put the notebook between the two of them.

She saw that Yang Xingyue just didn't want to do the work alone next to her and came over deliberately. In fact, she was just a child who was afraid of loneliness and had a mental attack.

Now it was Ai Liang's turn to be ignored by two good friends. He stood up silently and went to Yang Xingyue's desk to correct the test papers he had arranged before.

"There are poems!" Yang Xingyue's voice full of surprise came, which was like a gamer who found an easter egg while playing games.

"Isn't it just a short poem? Is there anything you can make a fuss about?" Yue Qihua was not very interested. She was more interested in the previous mathematical formulas than poetry, and she was standard scientific thinking.

"Glasses are math departments, right? Don't you think it's strange to write a poem in your notebook?" Yang Xingyue held her chin with her hands as if she was playing a mystery game.

"The notes in the latter half were obviously written randomly after he went crazy." Yue Qihua couldn't help but complain, and based on the strokes and layout of the formula, it was easy to judge the mentality changes of the glasses in the front and back parts.
Chapter completed!