Make a fine Omega confident

After Wang Yanyan washed the dishes, she brought in a glass of milk for Lin Xiayang.

Lin Xiayang is no longer angry with Qin Ange, because now he has more serious things to face.

Lin Xiayang sat at the desk, staring at the combat analysis homework that the teacher posted on the terminal a long time ago with a solemn expression.This is actually his summer preview homework, the kind that requires the presentation of the PPT test results at the beginning of school, the result is obvious, Lin Xiayang bit his index finger and worried about the homework, and couldn't understand it.

Seeing that he was thinking about homework, Wang Yanyan didn't bother him, put down the milk and went out, saying that she would cut an orange for him to eat later.

Lin Xiayang couldn't solve the problem, so he had to sit on the chair with his legs bent and spin around.

After he finished drinking the milk, Lin Xiayang, who still felt free subjectively and emotionally, lay down on the desk and knocked on the wall even though he had homework to do.The sound of knocking on the wall was not very loud, but Lin Xiayang knew that Qin Ange could hear it.

Lin Xiayang has been to Qin Ange's house, and knows that Qin Ange's desk is also placed here.And at this point in time, Qin Ange is probably either reviewing or previewing.

Lin Xiayang knocked on the wall three times, but if there was no response, he continued to knock.

Finally, under his perseverance, the signal light of Lin Xiayang's cell phone flickered.

Qin Ange called him.

Lin Xiayang picked up the call and heard Qin Ange's familiar voice. Qin Ange asked, "Are you sick?"

Lin Xiayang wanted something from others, but felt that his tone was very humble.Reluctantly, twisted and embarrassed, he said: "That's not true. I just don't know how to do the questions. I have to check tomorrow."

"Oh." Qin Ange said, "Think for yourself."

He hung up the phone.

"..."

Lin Xiayang put the terminal that was originally worn on his left hand on the table. He rested his chin on his hand, thought carefully, and had to comfort himself that there were many people in the class, and his grades should not be the first few students.In the rest of the time, Lin Xiayang began to be angry at how stupid he was, and he actually went to Qin Ange, it was really obsessed.

Just before Wang Yanyan cut up the oranges and brought them into the room, Lin Xiayang's cell phone light turned on again.

Qin Ange sent him two text messages:

[Stupid. 】

[Then you come here with the terminal. 】

Lin Xiayang held the terminal and was still a little dazed. He couldn't believe that Qin Ange was really so kind.

Qin Ange sent another text message:

【I'll give you 10 minutes, don't come if you don't come. 】

Lin Xiayang was in a hurry.

When rushing out the door, he almost bumped into his mother who was carrying a fruit plate.

Wang Yanyan grabbed Lin Xiayang's pants with one hand: "What are you doing, go to the bathroom?"

Lin Xiayang's pants were almost pulled off by his mother: "Mom, why are you pulling my pants? I'm going to Qin Ange's house, and he will teach me my homework."

Wang Yanyan stared at Lin Xiayang now.

After Lin Xiayang finished eating, he changed into casual clothes at home. Now he only wears a white vest and a pair of loose khaki pants. His exposed arms are white and clean, and he looks slender and energetic.He still wears a bracelet of Buddhist beads snatched from Qin Ange on his right wrist, which is a circle larger than his wrist, and carries the official contact terminal of E University in his arms.

His face was originally very white, but now, I don't know if it's because of shyness or heat, and the peach blossom powder that looks like early spring in March has evaporated.Wang Yanyan was very close to Lin Xiayang, probably because of excitement, she could still vaguely smell a faint scent of sweet milk, which was Lin Xiayang's pheromone.

Wang Yanyan looked left and right, and always felt that her son didn't look like he was doing homework.

Wang Yanyan pointed to the room and said, "Go back, see what you look like, go to An Ge's house, go and put on another dress for me."

Lin Xiayang looked at himself, and didn't feel anything wrong: "I've been like this all the time, besides, I'm so hot when I wear another dress."

"Forget it, Mom, I won't tell you anymore, or I won't have time."

Wang Yanyan's prestige cannot be challenged by anyone: "Go back, you put on another dress for me, I'll let An Ge's mother see how embarrassing she is."

There was no way, the situation was urgent after all, although Lin Xiayang didn't understand it very well, he went back and added a shirt to cover it outside.

Then he ran to Qin Ange's house and knocked on the door.

It wasn't Qin Ange who opened the door, it was Qin Ange's mother, Jin Xiyu. Her appearance was completely different from Qin Ange's aggressive appearance, and she had a very comfortable appearance.

Lin Xiayang was still very polite to Jin Xiyu: "Hello, Auntie."

After the greetings were over, his gaze drifted to Qin Ange standing behind Jin Xiyu.

Qin Ange casually leaned against the kitchen doorframe and looked at Lin Xiayang. He was tall, and his simple movements seemed full of aura.There was no expression on his face, and he couldn't tell what he was thinking.

Jin Xiyu didn't know what Lin Xiayang was doing here, but saw Lin Xiayang standing at the door as if he was stuck, and reminded him with a smile: "What's wrong, Xia Yang?"

"Aunt Jin, I'm here to find..."

Lin Xiayang glanced at Qin Ange, pursed his lips, then turned his head and said reluctantly, "...Brother An An."

Qin Ange didn't expect that Lin Xiayang would call him brother, so he couldn't hold it back and lowered his head and let out a "poof" laugh.

He lazily replied, "Oh, I'm here."

Hearing Qin Ange laugh, Lin Xiayang's ears turned red.

Thinking of people having to bow their heads under the eaves, he stammered and shouted: "Brother An An is good."

Qin Ange was really blunt: "You don't have to be so polite, just call me brother."

Lin Xiayang: "?!"

Why is this man still climbing up the pole? !