A Beta Who Was Courted Crazily for Love (Translated)

Chapter 11

Chapter 11

Studio

Yang An stared intently at the compressor screen, watching the tiny parts being reflowed with gaseous welding, his face showing a hint of excitement.

He tightened his grip on the metal table, the muscles around his lips tense.

"Did it work?" Suddenly, a clear voice came from his ear, like a gentle stream, calm and soothing, making him feel peaceful.

Yang An carefully took out the high-pressure particle cannon and held it in his hands, thrilled beyond measure. "It worked..."

Wow, this is so cool! Who didn't dream of making their own gun as a child? This is amazing!

"Mr. Yu, you're really impressive. The methods you suggested were very useful!" His eyes were glued to the high-pressure particle cannon, he praised the other without hesitation, his tone sincere and unfeigned. "If the God of Wisdom, Modia, had an avatar, it would definitely be you!"

"Is that so?" Yu Qingyan chuckled, leaning back slowly against the headboard. To be honest, he hadn't expected the child to be quite so lively and straightforward in private interactions.

His compliments are truly sweet; he thought slowly, it's really endearing.

"I only gave some advice. The key ideas and steps were all your own. You should really be the one to take the credit." He said with a gentle smile.

Yang An placed the newly made high-pressure particle cannon on the shelf, lovingly stroking it. "If what you gave was really just 'some advice,' then I must be too clueless."

He then looked conflicted. "Don't always see me as just a kid. I'm an adult now, and I have basic judgment. Without your guidance, I might not have even been able to make the prototype of the particle cannon."

Yu Qingyan listened quietly, his warm eyes lowered, the smile on his lips barely concealed.

Ah, it's even cuter when he earnestly says he's an adult; it's quite amusing.

Tap—

A few soft sounds came from outside the room, followed by a faint knocking, very light.

Yu Qingyan didn't acknowledge it, but the old-fashioned, solemn door slowly opened, dragging the elaborate and elegant carpet.

The person outside entered silently, seeing the Alpha chatting casually on the bed, so they remained quiet, respectfully lowering their head and hiding in the corner's darkness.

Yu Qingyan glanced up, his smile slightly fading, but his voice remained gentle and soft. "...Xiao An, is there anything else you're interested in? Maybe I know about it or have it recorded in my family's library. I can look it up for you."

Yang An was still wiping the glass cabinet where the high-pressure particle cannon was about to be placed. He suddenly had a thought and almost spoke without thinking, "Um... would this be too much trouble for you?"

"It's nothing major," Yu Qingyan replied lightly.

"I want to find some books on ancient mental strength and innate ability, preferably from before the 500th year of the ancient calendar..." Yang An paused, suddenly realizing he might be relying too much on Mr. Yu. The other person might have been just politely indifferent, and he had gone along with it too easily.

He took a deep breath. Indeed, after spending so much time with Mr. Yu, he had unconsciously become a bit... out of line.

Mr. Yu was indeed very easygoing, but that didn't mean he could make requests as he pleased.