The school beauty is aloof? Whatever, she has a younger sister.

Chapter 13, you're in a hurry again! [Please continue reading]

"But Sensei, this is really testing my willpower."

Zhang Muchen replied in a serious tone.

Liu Wuyang was stunned for two seconds, then rubbed her forehead, utterly speechless.

Are you a fried dough stick?

She cursed inwardly, thinking how slippery it was, which was really a headache.

I kindly offered to tutor him, but this guy immediately imagined something risqué and even blurted it out.

Liu Wuyang felt a throbbing sensation in her head.

But then again, it's understandable. Boys at this stage are full of energy and have active minds.

Liu Wuyang herself came from high school. Although she wasn't a boy, her former male high school classmates didn't seem to be much different from Zhang Muchen.

It's just that none of his classmates were as handsome as Zhang Muchen.

Sure enough, appearance determines how vulgar one's words can be.

The same joke can elicit a smile from someone who is handsome, but it might make someone who is ordinary feel disgusted.

Looking at Zhang Muchen's serious face, Liu Wuyang didn't feel much anger.

"Alright, stop joking around." She sighed and waved her hand. "The tutoring session is settled. Remember to be at my house at nine o'clock this morning on Saturday. I'll send you the address on WeChat."

Zhang Muchen blinked, looking at her with a half-smile, "Sister Yang, are you officially extending an invitation? But don't forget my phone is still with you."

Liu Wuyang remembered that her phone was still face down, and immediately frowned.

"Alright, I'll give it to you after school on Friday. Hurry up and go to study."

Zhang Muchen opened the office door, smiled, and said, "Goodbye then, Sister Yang."

"roll."

Liu Wuyang didn't even look up, her gaze still fixed on the computer screen, her fingers flying across the keyboard.

After the office door closed gently, the only sound in the quiet environment was the clatter of the keyboard. Liu Wuyang stopped typing, leaned back in her chair, and let out a long sigh.

"When I was doing scientific research, I was the most beautiful woman in the lab. How come I became a complaining woman who shouts at the top of her lungs every day after becoming a teacher?"

Liu Wuyang stretched and glanced at the empty chair next to her.

"what?"

She leaned closer, sniffed, and a faint fragrance wafted into her nostrils.

"This is... the scent of perfume?"

Liu Wuyang raised her pretty eyebrows. She stood up with a hint of curiosity, walked to the chair, and carefully sniffed the faint fragrance.

"This kid is quite flashy, he's even wearing perfume." Liu Wuyang shook her head, a helpless smile playing on her lips.

She couldn't help but take a few more breaths; the refreshing masculine scent was surprisingly pleasant, carrying a hint of sunshine.

Suddenly, Liu Wuyang realized that she was still sniffing intently, and immediately rubbed her forehead.

"Oh no, I'm pretty flashy too..."

……

When Zhang Muchen returned to the classroom, the atmosphere during evening self-study was unusually quiet.

He tiptoed in through the back door, trying not to make a sound, and quietly sat back down in his seat.

Chu Jiuli was diligently working on her problems, her left arm resting lightly on the edge of Zhang Muchen's desk. Seeing Zhang Muchen sit down, she frowned slightly, then silently moved her hand away, creating distance between them.

This subtle movement caught Zhang Muchen's eye. He didn't say much, but he knew in his heart that Chu Jiuli was still holding a grudge about what had happened before.

"It's time to apologize."

Zhang Muchen had promised Chu Youting that he would apologize to Chu Jiuli, and he always kept his word.

Zhang Muchen carefully took a fruit plate out of the desk drawer and gently placed it on Chu Jiuli's desk.

"Hey deskmate, are you still angry? This is a fruit platter I specially cut to help you cool down."

This fruit platter was exactly the same as the one in Liu Wuyang's office. Actually, Zhang Muchen had prepared in advance and cut it into three portions. One portion was for Liu Wuyang, one was for Director Wang of the Academic Affairs Office on the way, and the other was for Chu Jiuli as an apology.

Zhang Muchen has known how to behave since she was a child.

Chu Jiuli glanced down at the fruit plate, then looked up at Zhang Muchen, the coldness between her brows still lingering.

"I will not eat."

She replied coldly and continued working on her problems. Zhang Muchen didn't try to sell her fruit platter, otherwise she would have come across as a sycophant.

His gaze swept over Chu Jiuli's exam paper, and he knew what Chu Jiuli wanted.

"The answer to this question is C. Look at the root word; the meaning of this root word is..."

Chu Jiuli raised her eyes and stared coldly at Zhang Muchen, her gaze filled with wariness and a hint of impatience.

"You're crazy, I don't need you."

“Look, you’re in a hurry again.” Zhang Muchen shrugged.

Chu Jiuli gritted her teeth, just as she was about to continue her rebuttal, when Zhang Muchen interrupted her spellcasting.

"But don't rush."

Chu Jiuli was stunned for a moment.

"I misunderstood you before, and you've vented your anger. Keep the fruit; we're even. Also, feel free to ask me anytime if you have any English questions. I promise I won't bother you in class, and we'll keep our distance after class."

Zhang Muchen stacked up all his buffs in one go, making it clear that he wouldn't bother Chu Jiuli like those sycophants, but he could help her improve her English as much as possible.

This string of words left Chu Jiuli speechless. Her brain was working frantically to process Zhang Muchen's words.

Has this guy's mental illness been cured?
Chu Jiuli narrowed her eyes slightly, scrutinizing Zhang Muchen from head to toe, a hint of inquiry in her gaze. That fleeting expression was strikingly similar to that of her younger sister, Chu Youting.

"Okay, then don't go back on your word."

Chu Jiuli originally agreed to be Zhang Muchen's deskmate in order to improve her English grades. Since Zhang Muchen is now showing a positive attitude and has even offered not to bother her, there's nothing she can refuse.

"You two have reconciled?"

Wang Shishi suddenly turned her head and looked at them with a maternal smile.

This BYD guy was eavesdropping the whole time.

She saw a fruit platter on the table and her eyes lit up immediately.

"Can I eat this?" Wang Shishi pointed to the fruit plate.

"No." Chu Jiuli replied coldly without even looking up.

"Dude, could you cut me a fruit platter too?" Wang Shishi turned her attention to Zhang Muchen.

"No." Zhang Muchen replied lazily, not even bothering to glance at her.

Okay, okay, you two.

So you've formed a united front, right?
Wang Shishi watched the two of them, heads down, busy with their own things, their unspoken understanding making her grit her teeth in frustration.

Her eyes darted around, and she suddenly lowered her voice, drawing out the syllables into a drawn-out, almost imperceptible tone:

"Sister, may I try your little strawberry?"

"..."

"..."

Zhang Muchen and Chu Jiuli simultaneously stopped what they were doing, touched their arms in unison, and instantly got goosebumps all over.

Zhang Muchen: "Bro, you win."

Wang Shishi: "Then can you cut the fruit platter for me now?"

Zhang Muchen: "I can cut you up."

"Waaaah, brother~"

Wang Shishi crossed her arms and looked at him with a pitiful expression.

Chu Jiuli pushed the fruit plate to the middle of the table: "Eat if you want, but don't disturb my studies."

"Thank you, Jiu Li!"

Wang Shishi beamed and forked a piece of strawberry.

Just as she took a bite, the authoritative voice of the patrolling teacher suddenly came from the doorway.

"Hey, you who ate strawberries, come out here! Is evening study time for eating fruit?"

OK OK.

Zhang Muchen's favorite episode is the one where the inspector is on duty.

……

(End of this chapter)