Chapter 48o Space-Time Dialogue: I'll Wait for You in the Future (8)

The man lowered his eyes and listened for a moment.

A golden fountain pen was pulled out from the chest-front pocket of his shirt and placed it on his fingertips, spinning it boringly.

He looked at his watch again.

Half past six.

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

A trace of impatience swept through the inky eyes.

These deans, principals, and directors are endless.

The golden pen clicked a few times on the marble conference table and was tossed aside.

Lowmer leaned back, pulled the drawer at the back, and pulled out a notebook.

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

Lommer picked up his pen again, ready to continue the unfinished formula derivation today.

What did the dean speak......

It's a complete waste of time.

He picked up the corner of his notebook and flipped it open.

The fingertips that were as clear as snow paused slightly.

It's not the blank pages of the notebook that catch the eye.

It's a ...... Draw.

The eyes behind the gold-rimmed glasses paused slightly, 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 fox with nine tails, eating a turtle named Jiuyuan?

The handwriting on the turtle's shell is crooked.

It's not so much a word as a drawing of a word.

Lomer propped his head with one hand, looked at the ghost-like thing on it, and thought: Which teacher's child must have scribbled on it, right?

He didn't care, pulled out the cap of the pen, and prepared to turn the page again and start pushing the formula.

But the notebook turned a page back.

His fingertips were beaten again.

There's something up there again.

Lowmer sat up straight and raised his hand to push down the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose.

Then he narrowed his eyes slightly.

Math problems?

He turned to the previous page again.

The handwriting looks the same.

The handwriting of elementary school students, but it is a topic in secondary school.

The metallic pen swirled around his beautiful fingertips.

In the center of the conference table, the dean was still talking about the new policies of the school, the goals to be achieved this year, and so on.

Lowmer lowered his eyes to the subject in front of him.

The spinning pen froze suddenly, and then the tip of the pen fell to the paper, writing down the answer.

A rustling sound sounded.

He wrote the whole five-page question in just a few minutes.

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

Then he shook his head slightly and smiled.

He was so bored that he did high school math problems......

His fingertips rubbed lightly at his temples, and his eyes, which were as deep as ancient wells, converged and began to do his own thing.

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And the other side.

Vera managed to finish a math class.

Before leaving, the math teacher specially reminded him: "I talked about the paper today, and I understood everything, right?" Remember to hand over the redone mistakes to my office tomorrow! If I make you wrong again, copy that question ten more times!" ”

When Bai Zhen heard this, she quickly turned out the notebook, and took advantage of the fact that the answer to the problem on the blackboard had not been erased by the class leader, so she seized the time to copy it down first.

Correct.

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

What the heck?

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

She obviously didn't write it!

She won't write either......

Bai Zhen leaned closer, squinting her eyes and observing carefully.

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

Ten times better looking.

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Roar, where are everyone going today~ It's a weekend?