"Third Master, did you come to find me to have dinner?" Ling Sheng opened the car door and entered. When she was in the car, she removed her mask and smiled at him. "I only have an hour. I have an appointment with them at 6: 30 p.m. to make up for my class."
"What class?" Jun Shiyan asked her.
"Real analysis. You don't know this, but the teacher of our real analysis class is a pervert. He likes to ask questions. I'm afraid he'll pick me tomorrow. If I don't know anything, it will be embarrassing to stand up." Ling Sheng complained gloomily. When she saw the man hand her a cup of milk tea, her mood instantly improved. "Thank you, Third Master."
"You're not a student of the Math Department. Why are you studying such difficult math questions?" Jun Shiyan noticed that the young lady's distress had been resolved by a cup of milk tea and smiled lovingly. "Why don't you tell him that you're not a student of the Math Department and that you're there to listen?"