Chapter 792

The place where the old man brought them was a wooden house between the teaching building and the dormitory building. It occupied a small area. It was small and ingenious. It was quite a kind of hobbit's residence. Yi Juncheng had to stoop to get in.

In such a small corner, he should be the school cleaner or gardener.

Sheng Yang doesn't care about each other's identity, nor is she curious about other people's secrets. In her eyes, there are only twelve Lian's formulas, and her eyes are no less than those of a small fortune fan who sees money.

As soon as you enter the door, except for a bed less than one meter wide, the rest of the place is full of books and various materials. It's even more difficult for Yi Juncheng, who is very tall and big. He looks very excited and is expected to accompany her in the future.

He frowned. The noble young master couldn't stand it. "Old man, I'll buy you a suite."

The old man stumbled and nearly fell into a pile of books.

Sheng Yang is absorbed in looking at the book at her feet. In such a small world, she feels that it is her spiritual treasure house. The library of any Imperial University or Huaxia university is weak and explosive in front of this small house.

The more she looked, the brighter her eyes became, and then she couldn't help saying, "can I come here often in the future?"

Sure enough

Yi Juncheng gritted his teeth, "old man, if you dare not agree, I will push your place."

Old man: "I'm sorry."

Sheng Yang

The old man really meant what he said. He showed Sheng Yang Lian's formula, which was a complete set of twelve. The so-called Lian's formula is the most concise and direct formula derived by an expert with the surname of Lian. I heard that it has been lost. It was destroyed by people with ulterior motives in other countries. I didn't expect that it could still be published.

Sheng Yang doesn't care a bit about sitting on the ground. He deduces while reading. There are no windows in this small place, and he doesn't know how long time has passed, and he doesn't know whether it's day or night.

During this period, Yi Juncheng holds his chin and looks at Sheng Yang, turning books from time to time, just like Sheng Yang's little fan.

The old man sat on the bed with his knees folded. Seeing this scene, he couldn't help sighing, "she can stand you."

Yi Juncheng glanced at him and said, "isn't that good? I don't care for others. "

The old man shook his head, "it's really a thing down a thing."

"You are the thing." Yi Juncheng played with his mobile phone, "the construction team is already on the road."

“……”

When Sheng Yang finished reading, she didn't know how long it had been. She asked vaguely, "what time?"

"Seven o'clock."

"That's fine."

Yi Juncheng laughs scatteredly, but with a bit of enchanting, "seven in the morning."

"..." that is to say, she watched it all night, and he accompanied her all night. When she looked at the old man who had been lying on the bed and had been sleeping all day, she suddenly understood that it had already been a night.

Sheng Yang thought for a moment, "sorry, I don't know the time."

Yi Juncheng pointed to himself and hooked his lips. "I don't like virtual, I like more practical."

How can Sheng Yang not understand his meaning? Just look at the old man sleeping there... It seems a little exciting! More than she could bear.

After thinking about it, Sheng Yang comes to him and is about to face him, but he looks like a cheetah