Quick travel: The paranoid god is spoiled by the apex treasure again

"Half of it is enough for me." An Xuan handed the other half of the bun to Ji Qingye. Seeing that he didn't take it, she tilted her head slightly and said, "Ji Qingye, you don't dislike me, do you?"

"No." When Ji Qingye reached out to take the bun, his hand accidentally touched hers.

He quickly withdrew his hand and started eating the bun, but he didn't notice that An Xuan had a look of surprise on her face after being touched by his hand.

He just thought she ate very little.

But seeing that she was eating with gusto and didn't show any sign of disgust, he was still quite happy.

"Ji Qingye, the buns uncle made are so delicious. Can you bring me another one tomorrow? Is one thousand yuan enough?" An Xuan handed him a tissue and touched the back of his hand lightly with her fingertips without making any expression.

She suppressed the urge to continue, otherwise she would really be regarded as a female hooligan. No, she still had to maintain her image.

However, she felt as if she had finally found the person who might be able to help her "cure her illness."

"Thank you." Ji Qingye took the tissue, but he was surprised for a moment when she asked for a thousand yuan right away. But then he thought, she is a rich lady, and he thought that her concept of spending money probably starts with a thousand yuan: "You don't need so much money, I'll just buy you one."

Then, he said in a somewhat fierce tone: "If you give me money, you will be hungry tomorrow."

An Xuan held back her laughter. She wasn't hungry at all. She nodded, "Okay, is there anything to drink?"

"Soy milk and millet porridge." Ji Qingye had also finished eating one and a half buns.

She thought for a moment and said, "Then give me another cup of soy milk and just add some normal sugar. I don't like it too sweet."

"understood."

"Ring ring ring-"

The bell rang, and the classroom, which had been a little noisy, immediately became quiet. An Xuan quickly sat down and prepared for class.

After listening to the class, her attention drifted to Ji Qingye's hand holding a pen and taking notes beside her. His fingers were slender and white, and they were so beautiful for a hand control. She thought of the delicate touch just now, and her thoughts wandered away.

She felt like her "illness" seemed to have come back again.

[Host, you are still in class...]

An Xuan was awakened as if by a bucket of cold water. She glanced at the math teacher who was writing the examples with his back to them. She picked up a pencil and wrote on the blank space of her math textbook, "What's your phone number? Let's add each other as friends."

After writing, he poked Ji Qingye's hand with the tip of the pen and pointed at her textbook.

Ji Qingye took a look and changed the pencil. He wrote a "?" next to it and added three words at the end: "No charge."

An Xuan wrote down, [I won’t pay you, I just want to see your restaurant’s menu so it’s easier for me to order.]

Ji Qingye looked at this sentence for a few seconds and wrote a string of numbers under the place where he had just written.

An Xuan also quickly wrote down her number and motioned for him to see.

"For the next question, I'll ask a classmate to come up and do it. Let me see who will do it..." The math teacher with glasses looked around and finally landed on An Xuan, who lowered her head but kept writing: "An Xuan, you come up and do this question."

When her name was called, An Xuan was not panicked at all. She glanced at the question. When Ji Qingye made way, he whispered to her the answer to the question, "15".

An Xuan smiled faintly, walked up to the podium, picked up the chalk, and quickly wrote down the complete steps for solving the problem.