A Westerner sitting opposite this person, with a high nose bridge, white skin, a few egg yolk freckles on her face, and her hairline is backward, looking about forty years old.

The two of them identified a girl next to him, sitting next to Shunren in a black robe. She was wearing a Western cashmere coat with bright red lips, which looked a little bored.

The one next to the Westerners is the famous singer on the first staircase of Manhua Tower, named Ye Zhenzhen, with a beautiful appearance and a peerless charm.

Yang Yuying glanced at the fruit plate given on the other party’s table.

For fruit plates like this, most of them will be given away if they spend more than 100 yuan in a meal.

One meal is a month's salary for two academy gentlemen, Haoke!

On the second row of elegant seats behind the two, there were two thirteen or fourteen-year-old boys and women, with their heads touching and frowning.

Especially the boy, he grabbed his messy hair with a look of worries.

"My second brother insisted that I do the test by myself. How can I finish it? Teacher John will ask me to hand it in a few days. Ahhhhh, it's so annoying!"

"Puff, I'll wait for my second brother to invite you to my husband back and let him finish it for you."

The young boy lowered his head and sighed: "The second brother must be faster."

Yang Yuying kept walking by the two young men. The pipa swayed gently, and with a bang, the ink bottle at the corner of the table shattered, and the ink splashed, and the table was instantly flowing.

The test paper was covered with black, wet, and it stuck pitifully to the table.

The young boy immediately petrochemical.

Yang Yuying paused and blinked: "Sorry..."

"Wow!"

The boy wailed, "He wouldn't believe my test paper, tell John that he wouldn't believe it. He would think that I did it on purpose. It's over. Now, let alone the music box I like, I will definitely be punished to do a thousand questions. That idiot can't do anything except to practice more and do more questions!"

The two men who were talking in front turned their heads together and saw the young boy frowning, wanting to cry without tears, and couldn't help but smile.

"Still laugh!"

The young boy gritted his teeth angrily and his eyes were red.

Yang Yuying smiled, bent down and picked up rice paper from the table, picked up the brush, tidyed the tip of the pen, drew the square horizontally and vertically, and after drawing, he filled in Arabic numerals very smoothly.

"Why?"

The young boy screamed, looked carefully but blinked, and said in surprise for a while: "How do you know the question that John left me? Have you done this question?"

Yang Yuying shook her head, wrote it and handed it over and said with a smile: "I just took a look at the very complicated Luoshu picture. It's amazing that the young master can do it at such an age."

The young boy's ears suddenly turned red: "Cough cough."

As if he was willing to do it!

Wouldn't it be that he was forced to do so. If it weren't for not being punished, to prevent his father and grandfather from being killed, would he have the time to do anything?

The two men sitting in front looked at Yang Yuying with interest, and the young Shunren smiled and said, "Miss is proficient in mathematics?"

Yang Yuying bent down and wrote one number after another, and said lightly: "I am familiar with it. When my father was there in the past, he often played this with his little daughter."

(Her marshal does like to play magic formulas with her.)

This girl dressed up in an ordinary manner, but she had a sense of momentum when she said this.

After the words came, Yang Yuying smiled again, her eyebrows and eyes softly pushed the drawings to the boy: "The numbers here are all wrong."

The young boy was stunned.

He spent the whole night last night to fill in those numbers. He himself thought it was wrong, but it was better than not writing a single word.

Yang Yuying put down her pen, closed her sleeves, and hesitated for a while and asked, "I'm sorry, okay, do you need me to write an answer as an apology?"

The boy was stunned: "Can you understand? Can you do it?"

Yang Yuying nodded slightly, as if she didn't think there was anything incredible to be able to do a fantasy question.

The young man couldn't believe it, but he was obviously a little anxious, and he was quite anxious about seeking medical treatment. He came over and whispered: "Sister, if you can really write a copy for me, I promise not to let you suffer."

Yang Yuying laughed and simply put the pipa aside, sat down and started writing.

She wrote very fluently, occasionally stopping to check a few strokes on paper, and most of the time it was mental calculations. The young man was a little unable to keep up with the speed, staring at him without blinking, and after looking for a while, he held his face and smiled.

The two men in front looked at each other and shook their heads and stopped caring about the children.

Although women who know some math knowledge are rare nowadays, they only do a few math problems that are given to children, but they still cannot attract the attention of both of them.

It was the young boy who saw him having tossed all night and adding a morning of questions, so he spent more than ten minutes, but after drinking a cup of coffee, his eyes immediately shone.

Yang Yuying chuckled: "There are some wonderful tips for doing this kind of question. Your commonly known as the double-even-level magic square, which is not difficult to compare. It is easier to solve with symmetric exchange. If it is a single-even-level magic square, it will be more complicated to deal with."

She told the young boy some tips carefully, using the words easy to understand, not pretending to be profound, and the explanations are clear and clear.

Even the foreigner who was talking in front couldn't help but look at him and said in surprise: "Your Second Master Qi, everyone in Dashun Dynasty is good everywhere, but one thing is that they are too modest. I also say that girls in your country don't like to learn mathematics, so I don't know."

Judging from their clothes and dressing, this lady is a singer in a restaurant. Even the singers who sing have such knowledge. Dashun Chao is really not as they imagined, and is a deserted place of modern science.

"Mathematics is a basic science, it's very important. If you can pay attention to it, that's great."

Foreigners gave thumbs up and praised.

The second young master Qi chuckled and didn't say much.

Yang Yuying did not talk to the two adults in front of her. Xiaoying made a pair of teenagers smile, and then said goodbye and left with a wink.

She walked around the lobby and took a break openly.

The foreman hurried down from the second floor and saw her leisurely look, he became angry: "Tell me, you are not a good person. Xiaofen arrives at our Manhua Building later than you. Now they are regular customers of the second floor private rooms. You show up in public and work hard for the sake of money. You think you are Maggie Cheung, but you sit upright and put on the airs of a daughter-in-law. Those guests are still happy to give her wallets!"

"Don't learn from others if you don't have a life of a thousand gold."

The foreman's surname is Wang, and everyone calls him Sister Wang. He used to be a singer when he was young. Later, he met someone wrong and followed a gambler. Sister Wang also quickly kicked the person back and returned to his old career.

The Manhua Tower has a thick background, so I am not afraid of the man's thorns.

Sister Wang is not a good person, but she is not bad to the end. She doesn't care about the singers in the restaurant, but as long as she doesn't want to abandon the bottom line and take that step, she is willing to protect her.

Wu Yuanyuan can sing peacefully in the restaurant, but she has never met a particularly difficult guest. How many sister Wang is good at dancing and can take care of others?
Chapter completed!