945: Yi Juncheng, Why Are You Pretending In Front of Me?

Yi Juncheng, Why Are You Pretending In Front of Me?

Sheng Yang pretended to bend down to find the hairdryer. She smirked and muttered, "I just think you're a little strange today."1

It was an intuition born from knowing him for a long time.

In the past, every time Yi Juncheng looked at her, his eyes were filled with honey and he had a smile on his face. But today, it felt different.

Yi Juncheng's eyes darkened. They were dark. He said nothing.

"It's fine if you don't want to tell me." Sheng Yang didn't like to get to the bottom of things. She had just picked up her pen when she saw Yi Juncheng take out something from the corners of her eyes. It was something she and Yi Juncheng were extremely familiar with and had been looking for for a long time.

The silver metal glowed with a cold charm. There was blood on it, but she didn't know whose blood it was.

She knew that the dust had settled. He had found it.

Yi Juncheng knocked on the table gently. Sure enough, he was a little uneasy.

Although she didn't know what was going on, since he didn't say it, Sheng Yang didn't ask. She could just tell that he was a little frustrated today.

"Well… I'm not very good at coaxing. Tell me what you want to hear and I'll say it."

They were too far away to give each other a hug or a kiss now, so they could only use words.

"Really?" He raised his eyes, and he started to misbehave again. Sheng Yang knew he just wanted her to stop worrying.

Sheng Yang looked at him silently and said, "Yi Juncheng, why are you pretending in front of me?"

"…" The man chickened out in a second. His status in this relationship was obvious, and he reacted quickly. "Yes, my dear wife."

Sheng Yang had already picked up a pen and was quickly writing functions on the paper. She didn't look at him and said, "Do we have…"

"Are you reminding me to make certain things real?" Yi Juncheng propped himself up in a chair. "I remember a certain someone saying that when the matter with the masked man is settled…"

Sheng Yang's cheeks puffed. "Of course, I mean what I say."

Yi Juncheng suddenly reached out and gently stroked the screen.

It was cold to the touch, but his fingertips were inexplicably warm.

"Yangyang, thank you for being here."

**

The next day, the news of Sheng Yang participating in the mechanical research competition spread like wildfire. It first spread from Class 12 (6), and naturally, Ding Xing was the one who started it. Then, the entire school knew about it.

When she arrived at the office, Sheng Yang was no doubt isolated. She was warmly welcomed yesterday, but today, there was no one greeting her.

This matter was decided by the dean of the research institute, so the teachers couldn't do anything about it. The only thing that could change things was if Sheng Yang took the initiative to apply to withdraw from the competition.

They isolated her because they hoped she would calmly think about it and realize where she went wrong.

Lanca Academy was a collective. Sheng Yang was used to doing whatever she wanted outside, and she couldn't bring this culture in. Impulse would only ruin things.

However, no matter how collective they were, there was no lack of people who went against the flow.

A female teacher with big round glasses walked over. "Miss Sheng, try this."

She handed Sheng Yang a tablet. Sheng Yang glanced at it and saw that she was being asked to do the questions. She didn't resist. She liked doing questions.

As she did the questions, she realized that they were a little strange, but she didn't think much about it.

The female teacher took the tablet and pressed something. Then, she adjusted her glasses and looked at Sheng Yang again. "As expected, your EQ is lacking. Fortunately, you didn't take this test when you entered Lanca. Otherwise, you wouldn't have passed."

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