Divorce: This is a Trivial Matter

He stared at Qi Xiaoyan for a while and found that he was asking this question very seriously, and felt that it must be too haze to go in the wrong dimension.Does Professor Qi still need to write love poems to chase girls?That face of his face is worth a thousand words.

He coughed and gave advice: "Maybe you can ask Professor Tang from the Chinese Department."

Qi Xiaoyan sat in the chair and thought for a while without leaving.The team leader moved the stool to sit next to him and said seriously: "What's the use of chasing girls to write love poems? These are all false. You have to give them some real things."

Qi Xiaoyan frowned slightly: "Really?"

The team leader looked around and whispered close to his ear: "I heard a student in my class say that girls like men with good skills."

Professor Qi was lost in thought.

Professor Wu of the Mathematics Department walked in and saw Qi Xiaoyan and the team leader meeting together to whisper, then went up and asked, "What are you doing sneakyly?"

The team leader looked up at him and wrote lightly: "Oh, Xiao Qi is going to ask a professor in the Chinese Department how to write a love poem."

"Write love poems? Is it still necessary to consult the Chinese department! Our math department has the writing method of the math department!"

"Oh? Do you write a song to listen to it?"

Professor Wu went to the table and raised an eyebrow at Qi Xiaoyan: "Have you heard of formula love poems?"

"Formula love poem?"

"Yes." Professor Wu picked up the pen on Qi Xiaoyan's desk and quickly wrote a formula on the white paper. "Did you see anything special? Its function image is drawn as a heart."

"Can I still play like this?" The team leader opened his eyes.

"Hum, there is still." Professor Wu wrote a formula on the paper again, picked it up and asked Qi Xiaoyan, "What is the answer?"

Qi Xiaoyan glanced at him: "520.1314."

"That's what I mean by loving you all my life." Professor Wu was afraid that they wouldn't understand, and helped them translate.

Qi Xiaoyan's eyes moved slightly. Although it was so complicated, Yang Wei couldn't understand it, but still gave him some hints.

Before the end of the self-study, Yang Wei received a text message from Juanjuan——

If I am a mathematical equation, you are my only positive solution.

Yang Wei: "..."

She stared at the message for a minute, and finally burst out laughing.What the hell is the mathematical equation!What the hell is the positive solution!What a ghost poem!

So she gave the love poem a name, "What Ghost".

After a while, the phone screen turned on again, this time Fang Chengran.Yang Wei's eyebrows moved and went to the window to pick up the phone: "Fang Chengran, is there anything wrong?"

Fang Chengran's voice with a warm smile: "Your sketch should be finished? Are you free at night, I want to invite you to dinner."

Yang Wei thought for a while and said: "Fang Chengran, I want to tell you something."

"what?"

"Um... Qi Xiaoyan wanted to remarry me."

Fang Chengran was silent for a while, and asked, "Did you agree?"

"not yet."

"Since I haven't agreed, I still have the right to pursue you, don't I?"

Yang Wei bit the corner of her mouth and pondered a bit: "I think this is unfair to you..."