Quick Wear: The Host is a Fox

Chapter 480 Time and Space Dialogue: I will wait for you in the future (8)

The man lowered his eyes and listened for a while.

He pulled out a golden pen from the chest-front pocket of his shirt, and turned it boringly on his fingertips like bamboo shoots.

He glanced at his watch again.

6:30.

Listening to the passionate speech of the dean, it seems that it has just begun.

A trace of impatience flashed across his dark eyes.

These deans, principals, and chiefs have been talking at length, endlessly.

The golden pen was tapped a few times on the marble conference table, then tossed aside.

Lomer leaned back, pulled the back drawer, and took out a notebook.

A faint silver light appeared from his fingertips and disappeared into the notebook.

Lomer picked up the pen again, ready to continue the formula derivation that was not done today.

What is the dean talking about...

A complete waste of time.

He twisted the corner of the notebook and opened it.

The fingertips that were as clear as snow faltered slightly.

It is not the blank pages of the notebook that catch the eye.

It's a... painting.

The light in his eyes behind the gold-framed glasses paused slightly, and he tilted his head and stared at it for a long time before he could roughly understand the abstract painting of the elementary school student in front of him.

A nine-tailed fox eating a turtle named Jiuyuan?

The writing on the turtle shell was crooked.

It is not so much a word as a pattern drawn into it.

Lomer held his head with one hand, looked at the ghost-like talisman above, and thought to himself: Which teacher's child must have done the graffiti?

He didn't care, he took off the cap of the pen, ready to turn the page again and start pushing the formula.

But the notebook turned back a page.

His fingertips froze again.

There is something up there.

Lomer sat up straight, raised his hand and pushed the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his high nose.

Then he narrowed his eyes slightly.

Math question?

He turned to the previous page again.

The handwriting looks the same.

The handwriting of primary school students, but it is the subject of middle school.

The metal pen twirled around his pretty fingertips.

In the center seat of the conference table, the dean was still instilling in them the new policies of the school, the goals to be achieved this year, and so on.

Luo Mo looked down at the topic in front of him.

The spinning pen stopped suddenly, and then the tip of the pen fell on the paper, writing the answer.

A rustling voice sounded.

For a full five pages of questions, he wrote the answers in just a few minutes.

Fingertips twisted a page and turned it back, the man looked at the blank page, a little stunned.

Then he shook his head slightly and laughed.

He was so bored to do high school math problems...

Gently rubbing his fingertips on his temples, those eyes as deep as ancient wells converged and began to do their own thing.

**

And the other side.

Bai Zhen finally finished a math class.

Before leaving, the math teacher reminded me again: "I have told the paper again today, you can understand it? Remember to hand over the wrong questions to my office tomorrow! If I find out that you are wrong again, I will put that question again. Copy the question ten times!"

When Bai Zhen heard this, she quickly flipped out the notebook and took advantage of the fact that the answer to the problem on the blackboard had not been erased by the monitor, so she quickly copied it down.

Of course.

As soon as she opened the book, she was stunned.

what the hell?

How did she get the answer to the question she copied?

She obviously didn't write it!

She doesn't even write...

Bai Zhen leaned closer and narrowed her eyes to observe carefully.

The font on it is more vigorous and powerful than what she wrote...

It looks ten times better.

**

Hey, where are everyone going today~ It's obviously the weekend?