After five bigwigs in Beijing's elite circle fell into their trap, I fled.

Chapter 55 The Ruthless Teacher Feng Li
Feng Li, wearing a striking scarlet haute couture casual jacket, walked out of the cramped rented room with a languid expression.

As the sun began to set and dusk deepened, the moment the man's exquisitely beautiful features came into view, Zhou Houde's dark face froze instantly!

He felt that the surroundings had become even darker! And the young man in front of him, with his red lips and white teeth, seemed to gather all the dazzling colors, so dazzling that he lost his composure for a moment!
Zhou Houde opened his mouth, but suddenly didn't know what to say.

But speaking of getting angry... even the strictest grade head would probably be too afraid to speak too harshly in front of such a face.

Jiang Shu broke the brief silence: "Teacher, he's out. You can scold him all you want. I guarantee he won't dare to talk back."

Feng Li was slightly taken aback: "Insulting me?"

Zhou Houde's voice was gentle: "No, it's just a normal exchange about Jiang Shu's Chinese—did you tutor Jiang Shu in Chinese this time?"

Feng Li didn't answer immediately, but pointed to a few chairs under the apricot tree: "I'm a little tired, let's sit down and chat."

Jiang Shu looked at him in surprise: "You were full of energy when you left this morning, what have you been doing all day to look so tired?"

Feng Li glanced at her with his peach-blossom eyes, but did not answer.

Zhou Houde offered a way out: "Let's sit down and chat! My legs are getting sore!"

Jiang Shu looked at Teacher Zhou, who had been cursing and swearing just a moment ago, but had transformed into a gentle and kind person after meeting the person in question, and nodded in agreement.

Then, the battlefield was handed over to the two men.

Zhou Houde took Jiang Shu's exam paper out of his briefcase: "This lady... what's your name?"

"My surname is Feng." Feng Li, who was usually arrogant and rude, showed the utmost respect to Jiang Shu's teacher. "I tutored her on this set of papers. Is there a problem?"

Zhou Houde probed: "Mr. Feng, what were your college entrance exam scores back then...?"

Feng Li paused for a moment: "I have never participated in China's exam-oriented education system—but I obtained a letter of appointment as a visiting professor of Chinese language and literature two years ago. Would you like to see it?"

Zhou Houde said with a tone of sudden realization, "Then Jiang Shu's grades this time are no fault of yours. Without the grueling reading training of high school, it's indeed very difficult to do those reading comprehension exercises."

Feng Li leaned closer, puzzled: "You mean, I made a strategic mistake when tutoring my daughter Shubao in Chinese?"

He took the test paper from Zhou Houde, focusing on the crosses, and his delicate brows furrowed slightly: "This question, 'The crab has six legs and two claws, and can only find refuge in the burrows of snakes and eels, because it is restless,' asked me what I thought of it. I answered that it was a king crab. What's wrong with that? Have you ever seen an ordinary crab with six legs?"

Zhou Houde showed more patience than he would with the worst student in the class: "The key point isn't this sentence, it's the last sentence. You need to explain the spirit or viewpoint expressed in this sentence..."

"Then there's a problem with the question. The questioner should be asked what kind of answer they want, not what I think. It's obvious that they don't accept my ideas."

Zhou Houde then pointed to the next question: "In this modern text reading comprehension exercise, the author used multiple rhetorical devices consecutively. What are the advantages of that?"

Feng Li asked in a low voice, "So, why did you mark it with an 'X'?"

Zhou Houde took a deep breath: "You wrote that this is the author's writing habit—the author habitually uses the trick of randomly piling up rhetoric..."

"Before doing this question, I looked up all of this author's works, and they're basically all written in this kind of piled-up style, there's no mistake!" Feng Li said confidently. "You can ask Shubao. To verify this, I even called the author myself while doing this question, and they admitted it was a writing habit." Zhou Houde was a little confused: "Call the author himself?"

"The authors of the reading comprehension passages on this test paper," Feng Li pointed to several passages that had received heavy deductions, "as long as they're still alive, I've called each of them one by one to ask—even they themselves wouldn't dare say that I tutored them wrong, so what right does the test setter have?"

"..." Zhou Houde looked bewildered. "You can contact the author himself?"

The seven or eight reading passages in this paper, apart from those about deceased ancient figures, are all by literary giants. Zhou Houde would normally have trouble even getting a ticket to a literary lecture, let alone having a close-up conversation with them...

Feng Li didn't speak, but took out a brand new phone and randomly dialed a number:
"Transfer me to the phone numbers of those people I mentioned yesterday again."

One minute later, the enthusiastic yet apprehensive voice of a prominent figure in China's modern Impressionist literary world rang out:

"Young Master Feng, why are you calling again?"

"It's the same question from yesterday. You wrote about a person but not their face, and the question asked why! I asked you if it was because their face was ugly, and you 'uh-huh'ed several times, didn't you?"

"Well... for someone like you, Young Master Feng, an ordinary face is naturally ugly—wait, you didn't tell me yesterday that you were doing a math problem. I thought it was just a normal exchange of opinions..."

……

The next phone call was to a familiar voice that Zhou Houde often heard on the "Lecture Room" program:

"Oh, Young Master Feng, how are you? What brings you here?"

Feng Li said impatiently, "Last night I asked you if your article 'The Woman Under the Cherry Blossom Tree' was written because you were lustful at first sight, and you admitted it, didn't you? The standard answer is that this woman is extremely ugly but has noble character. How do you explain that?"

"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry!" the person on the other end said guiltily. "My wife was standing right next to me with a broom at the time..."

Zhou Houde added anxiously from the side, "The woman under that cherry blossom tree is his wife..."

……

The third was a realist poet from country Y. As soon as Feng Li answered the phone, he started cursing in fluent English:
"You spent over a hundred words describing birds flying over the Sunset Mountains in the US, but at that time and place, our fighter jets were conducting aerial drills, and the area was completely sealed off. How did you get in? Go to the US security bureau and explain yourself!"

The man, his voice hoarse from crying, replied in English: "After your intervention last night, I am now with the Security Bureau... Your Highness, I was just making this up, please have mercy..."

Feng Li looked at the dumbfounded Zhou Houde, stretched out his beautiful finger, and pointed heavily to the answer column of the long poem "Sunset Birds". There, the words "The author is talking nonsense" that Jiang Shu had written carefully under his guidance were marked with a big X!
At this moment, Zhou Houde felt like he was on a vast grassland, with countless alpacas running wild on it!
Who exactly is Jiang Shu's tutor?

It's one thing to look good, but why be so fierce to those big shots?
After hanging up the phone, Feng Li raised an eyebrow and asked Zhou Houde, "Do you want me to keep making calls? Or are you worried that I'm having someone impersonate you? Should I switch to video mode later?"

“No need.” Zhou Houde’s heart skipped a beat. “Really, no need! You’re not wrong, it’s my fault for not understanding. It’s not your fault—could we discuss having someone else tutor you for reading comprehension later? I don’t mean anything by it, but Jiang Shu is about to take the college entrance exam, and her way of thinking should still follow the template of exam-oriented education…”

Feng Li glanced at Jiang Shu and said, "Oh, but I really want to tutor my Shu Bao, what should I do?"

(End of this chapter)