Shu Cheng smiled and chose a V blog reply to solve.

  【Shu Cheng V [Repost V Bo]: Draw it out (praise me for being witty and handsome, I don’t need to say anything that the whole world knows) [高傲][高傲]]

   "Draw it out?" A Xueba looked at Shu Cheng's V-blog, frowning slightly, "What's the meaning of drawing this equation?!"

   "No matter so much, let's draw it out!" Xueba operated on the computer for a while.

After a few minutes.

  The moment a certain Xueba looked at the equation of r=a(1-sinθ) as an image on the computer screen, the whole person was stunned.

   "Let me go! Can maths still be played like this?!"

  A certain Xueba immediately posted the picture of the equation of r=a(1-sinθ) on the Internet.

  Many people also posted images of the equation. The moment they saw the image, many netizens were shocked!

  That formula is actually a peach heart? !

  【Awesome! 】

  【This is amazing! 】

  【Shu Cheng, male god, I will convince you without supporting the baby wall. This formula is amazing and it opens the door to a new world for us science students! @舒澄V]

  【Mathematics can also be so romantic? ! I take this formula, I have to take this peach heart! 】

  【Call my family Dashu crazy! Male **** you are 6666666! 】

  【This confession formula is amazing! Give Xueshen your knees! Worship worship worship! 】

  【To learn God is to learn God, Nima's mathematical formulas can be played with flowers, a wave of 66666666】

  [I need a high IQ to be confessed these days [笑哭][笑哭][笑哭]]

  ……

  The boy's dark eyes noticed that the man came out of the bathroom again, and naturally put down the phone.

  Rong Junyi's eyes darkened, rubbing the boy's hair, his voice hoarse: "Sleep."

  ……

  There are many night owls on the Internet, and the form of heart has spread and become a great tool for confession.

  It was already the next day when Rong Junyi saw the heart form written by the young man.

  The man's dark eyes stared at the sleeping teenager, and rubbed the teenager's hair, the smile on the corners of his lips couldn't be concealed.

  The young man’s eyelashes trembled, stretched out his hand to wrap around the man’s waist, and muttered: “I heard that good night is the most affectionate confession, but I only know that morning exercise is the most affectionate greeting.”

  The man's obsidian-like eyes darkened, and a dry fire surged in his lower abdomen, pushing away the boy's hand.

  The young man opened his eyes and couldn't help but curled his lips as he watched the man leave. He rolled around on the man's big bed. It was estimated that the time was almost up, and the young man just cried up on the bed.

   "A Xiaorong." The boy shouted.

  The man faintly replied: "Yeah."

   "A Xiaorong." The boy shouted again.

  The man raised his brows slightly and looked at the boy, "Yeah."

   "A Xiaorong." The boy shouted again.

  The man wondered: "Huh?"

   "Don't keep talking to me um oh oh oh, can chatting with me for a long time will make you high//hot?" There was a sly light in the boy's eyes.

  "..." has been routine again.

   "I can't do anything except you." The boy was still teasing.

   "……" As if not heard, "Eat..."

   "I want to eat you more."

   "..." The man pretended not to hear, "eat."

   "A Xiaorong..."

   "Eat without talking and sleeping."

   "A Xiaorong..."

   "You are going to school."

   "..." The guy with the bad atmosphere.

  ……

  Reluctantly, Shu Cheng, who was about to go to the school for an exam, let go of the limp daughter-in-law that he had picked up (younger thinks), and embarked on the way to the school.