The place where the old man brought them to was a wooden shack between the teaching building and the dormitory building. It was not big and rather small. It looked like a Hobbit’s residence. Even Yi Juncheng had to bend over to enter.
This small wooden shack confird the man’s identity. He should be a janitor or a gardener at this university.
Sheng Yang didn’t care about the other party’s identity, nor was she curious about other person’s secrets. She only had eyes for the 12 books of Lian’s Formula. Her gaze was sharp and keen.
As soon as she entered, she saw that apart from a bed no more than a ter wide, the rest of the room was filled with books and all kinds of information. It was difficult for her to even put her feet down. This was even more difficult for the tall Yi Juncheng. Looking at how excited Yangyang seed to be, it appeared he would probably have to accompany her here often in the future.
He frowned. The noble young master couldn’t take it anymore. “Old man, I’ll buy you a suite.”
The old man staggered and almost fell onto a pile of books.
Sheng Yang, on the other hand, was focused on the books at her feet. It was such a small place, but she felt like it was her spiritual treasure trove. The library of Imperial Capital University and Huaxia University were nothing compared to this small shack.
The more she looked at the books, the brighter her eyes beca. She couldn’t help but ask, “Can I co here more often in the future?”
Sure enough…
Yi Juncheng gritted his teeth. “Old man, if you dare to disagree, I’ll bulldoze your shack.”
The old man said nothing.
Sheng Yang: “…”
The old man was indeed a man of his word. He showed Sheng Yang the full set of Lian’s Formula, which consisted of 12 books. The so-called Lian’s Formula was the simplest and most direct formula derived by an expert with the surna Lian. It was said that it had been lost and destroyed by soone with ulterior motives. Sheng Yang didn’t expect it to still be available.
Sheng Yang didn’t seem to care as she sat on the floor and started reading and deducing. There were no windows in this small place, so she didn’t know how much ti had passed, nor did she know if it was day or night.
During this ti, Yi Juncheng looked at Sheng Yang with his chin in his hand as she flipped the pages from ti to ti. He acted just like Sheng Yang’s little fanboy.
The old man sat cross-legged on the bed and couldn’t help but sigh at the sight. “Only she can stand you.”
Yi Juncheng glanced at him and pursed his lips. “Isn’t that good? I don’t care about others.”
The old man shook his head. “Every object has their weakness.”
“You’re the object.” Yi Juncheng toyed with his phone. “The construction team is on their way.”
“…”
By the ti Sheng Yang finished reading, she had lost track of ti. In a daze, she asked, “What ti is it?”
“Seven o’clock.”
“That’s not so bad.”
Yi Juncheng’s smile was casual and a little seductive. “Seven in the morning.”
That ant she had read all night, and he had stayed with her all night. When she looked at the old man, who was already in bed and sleeping soundly, she understood everything… It was long past night.
Sheng Yang thought for a mont. “Sorry, I lost track of the ti.”
Yi Juncheng pointed to himself and smirked. “I don’t like casual apologies. I prefer more practical ones.”
How could Sheng Yang not understand what he ant? It was just that the sleeping old man… This… seed a little risky! It was beyond what she could tolerate.
After so thought, Sheng Yang leaned over and was about to face his profile when he moved like a cheetah…
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