Mysterious level up! Shen Ye cries and begs for reconciliation again

Wen Wen, who was looking for a book, glanced back at him.

There was sincerity between the man's sharp brows, and he didn't look false.

"I don't know if I can tell you, but I've said it anyway," Wen Wen didn't have any rules or principles, "Young Master, apart from training, this is where you spend most of your time on weekdays."

Hearing this, Shen Rao turned around and looked at the library again.

It seems that I can see her figure lingering in every place where the sun shines, and an immersive sense of quietness and peace arises spontaneously.

Shen Rao was in a trance for a moment.

In my ears, I could hear Wenwen's stories all around the room.

"She is more talented than me. She reads fast and has a photographic memory. The entire library is almost in her mind. Cultural studies don't take much effort at all. But... not putting in the effort doesn't mean you won't get tired all the time—"

Wen Wen paused and sighed: "Just like this, just like a spinning top, learn, train, learn, train, learn, train."

"Teachers were replaced one after another, and books were delivered in truckloads, over and over again..."

During those years, even she, a nerdy companion who wanted to immerse herself in books, felt tired. How could anyone absorb so much knowledge in one day? Their brain would explode.

But their young master did it. Not only was he able to remember it, but he was also able to integrate it into his own thinking and apply it to other situations.

He is simply a miraculous person.

Wen Wen found the book and came down the ladder: "To be honest, there's nothing much to say."

"There is one thing. Her reading preferences have always been very simple. She likes to read books that are more functional. However, she has changed recently-"

Wen Wen slammed the heavy book in her hand onto the table next to Shen Rao, and a loud "bang" was heard in the silent room.

Eyes of unknown color looked straight at him through the cold round lenses.

"You said you wanted to find eλλhnik? What a coincidence, the young master has also been reading..." Shen Rao's eyes swept from top to bottom, as if estimating the value, and spoke word by word, "?λλ?? (Ancient Greek) works on 'love'."

"I remember it was a collection of love myths and some original copies of Πλat?n (Plato)."

Shen Rao was stunned: "..."

"Is it because of you?"

Wen Wen looked at him carefully, feeling deeply moved.

"I thought it was raining red from the sky. The young master actually started to care about the philosophy of love."

Shen Rao curled his slender fingers slightly on the wooden chair back, lowered his eyes, reached out to take the book on the table, and stroked the obscure words on the gold-embossed cover.

She was looking at those...

Is it because...he said love?

Shen Rao's mind was a little confused, and his heart was in turmoil.

Thinking back on the time when she was reading these past few days, sometimes frowning in confusion, sometimes thinking seriously, he felt a warm feeling in his chest.

She doesn't understand love, but she seems to be trying hard to find answers and understand.

Wen Wen, who was standing aside, couldn't help curling the corners of her lips when she saw him holding the book, looking like a young boy immersed in sweetness and happiness.

She still felt that this person was not worthy of asking the young master to read books that he would never have considered before.

but……

Wenwen yawned.

None of her business.

sleepy.

This person shouldn't be stupid, otherwise how would he affect the young master's extraordinary genes?

Forget it.

None of her business.

go to bed.

Wenwen climbed up the pile of books on the second floor and put on her sleep mask, thinking:

If you're a little dumber.

Maybe, it won’t be so tiring?

After getting the book, Shen Rao did not leave immediately. Instead, he sat in the seat where Qi Yan took class, looking at the blackboard and the swaying green shadows on the window for a long time.

It seems like I am feeling every ordinary day of her past.

Shen Rao's mind was empty, thinking without boundaries:

Does she also get distracted during class?

Would she also sit in her seat and stare out the window in a daze?

Will she also be hit on the palm of her hand with a ruler by the strict teacher?

Would she also secretly hide under the covers and cry after being scolded?

She will also...

Shen Rao was amused by his own messy thoughts.

Qi Yan is not him.

If I go to school, I must be the most disciplined and good student in the class. The teacher will be so proud of me that he will not be willing to beat or scold me.

When I think of that image.

Shen Rao couldn't help but curl up the corners of his lips. The warm light was imprinted on the side of his face, like seeping into the sparkling spring water, giving rise to endless tenderness.

Shen Rao didn’t know whether the teacher was proud of her, but he knew: he was very proud of her.

In this place filled with the fragrance of books, Shen Rao does not feel "inferior" so much as incomparable pride and deep pain in his heart.

She's so awesome.

He always knew.

She is so tired.

He knows it too.

Shen Rao's life.

You will be reborn into a top wealthy family, loved by your parents, have no worries about food and clothing, and spend money like water.

He is good at picking people. He can pick out the best and most outstanding one in the crowd at a glance. After much persistent pestering, he finally succeeds.

Just like winning the lottery, Shen Rao himself couldn't quite believe that this was real.

When he was young, Madam Shen went to Chengming Temple to ask a master to tell fortunes for him.

The respected master said: He has a noble person in his life.

After Shen Rao heard this, he looked down on her and threatened: Is there anyone in this imperial capital who is more "noble" than me?

Now he believed it, and he believed it with all his heart.

He really has a noble person in his life.

A very, very expensive person, a thousand times more expensive than him.

She is so precious that he can't reach above his station. She is so precious that even if he only meets her in this life, it is the best fate for him.

Shen Rao covered his eyes with one hand for a long time, and when he released it, his palm was wet.

……

"Are you looking for the young master? She is not in the room."

The maid who was cleaning the bedroom said to Shen Rao who came back with a book.

He frowned slightly: "Not in the room? Where is he?"

"The young master said she wanted to get some fresh air in the mansion. She should be in the middle courtyard now. You can see her on the terrace." The servant explained.

Shen Rao felt relaxed and couldn't wait any longer, so he quickly walked to the terrace.

Seeing the person I was thinking about sitting under a tree reading a book, I just raised my lips to call her.

"Qi..."

Suddenly, the curve of the corners of his lips stiffened, and Shen Rao clenched his fingers as he pressed on the edge of the terrace. The blue veins on the back of his hand bulged out, extending all the way to his forearm with rolled up sleeves.

He stared at the man who suddenly appeared, his eyes filled with dark anxiety, and he almost lost control and threw the bound book in his hand to hit the other person's head.

You bastard, your ghost is still haunting you.

"Qi Yan."

A shout pulled Qi Yan's gaze back from the page of the book. She was not too surprised to see the other person.

His voice didn't rise or fall much as he said, "Is climbing the fence of my mansion addictive?"

Pei Yuchen, with gauze wrapped around his head and a plaster band around his neck, brushed off the leaves on his body, his tone quite helpless.

"Since you don't want to see me, I have to take a side door."

Sitting next to her, Pei Yuchen opened his mouth and said, "I miss you so much, Xiaoyan."

Qi Yan was used to his words, so she naturally ignored them and fought back with a universal formula.

"I am still under house arrest and cannot see visitors."

"Am I a guest?" Pei Yuchen asked.