Oh no! His rural wife is sweeter than a peach!

His clear eyes suddenly widened in surprise.

Realizing what she saw, she let out a small scream.

"ah--"

Her heart pounded, and she hurriedly raised the book in her arms high to block her eyes, also blocking the boy's springtime glimpses.

Lu Mingshi only realized someone was in his room after hearing this scream.

"Who?"

He glanced over quickly, wondering which bastard was peeping at him while he was showering, but he saw Ying Sangrou standing there awkwardly, holding a pile of books in front of her eyes, her fair skin behind her ears blushing like a red apple.

Why did you suddenly come over here?

He clicked his tongue and asked, "Did you come here on purpose to peep at me while I'm taking a shower?"

How could she dare?

Ying Sangrou stammered, "You, you should put your clothes on first."

Lu Mingshi then looked down.

I also understood why she was so shy.

cut.

"You're the one looking at me, so why are you yelling? I'm the one who's at a disadvantage, okay?"

He then picked up a t-shirt from the bed, put it on, walked over to her, and tugged at the books in front of her.

"Alright, alright. With such a great physique, it's not a loss for you to take a few more glances. Normally, I wouldn't even bother to show it to you if you asked me to."

Ying Sangrou kept her eyes tightly closed, afraid to open them, lest she see him naked again.

A blush spread across her pink cheeks, and Lu Ming looked at her with amusement.

Is it really that big of a deal? It's just that he wasn't wearing any clothes. In the summer, there are tons of men at the beach wearing only pants and no shirt.

"I've worn it, really."

He tossed the towel he was using to dry his hair onto the bed and walked to the desk. "You're so shy, what will you do after you get married and have a husband?"

Ying Sangrou was half-believing and half-doubting, so she slightly opened one eye.

I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw that he had actually put on his clothes.

"What do you want from me?"

His question reminded her of the real reason she had come to see him.

"Here, all these notes and materials are for you."

She placed the notebooks she had spent two days carefully organizing on his desk.

"These are all key points for grades 10 and 11. You'll find them easier to understand after reading them. Next time, you should be able to get over 20 points on the exam."

She hadn't forgotten that he had offered to treat her to spicy hot pot.

Upon hearing this, Lu Mingshi's face visibly fell, as if he had lost all will to live.

He stared at the notebook that looked like a nightmare, and an internal struggle began to rage within him.

Money and figurines or freedom?

There was a full thirty seconds of silence.

Finally, he slumped his shoulders and responded weakly.

"Thanks, put it there, I'll check on it later."

Freedom is precious, but figurines are even more valuable.

Figurines are important.

After he finished speaking, seeing that Ying Sangrou was standing there and showed no sign of leaving, he asked her lifelessly, "What? Is there anything else?"

She bit her lip, lowered her head, and spoke softly, "My sister-in-law asked me to help you with your homework."

The sky is falling!

Lu Mingshi thought that since his older sister was injured, no one would watch him do his homework. But it turned out that she had a backup plan.

"You haven't written a single word of your homework."

Ying Sangrou saw the paper he had spread out on the desk, not a single word on each side.

He found her a bit annoying, "You can go now. I'll write it myself later. It's only a little past eight o'clock. I'll definitely finish before midnight."

She also had her own principles: "No, no, I promised my sister-in-law that I would watch you finish your homework."

"...Aaaaaah!"

Lu Ming irritably let out a few cries to the sky, deliberately snapping at her, "Can't you understand human language? I said I can do it myself."

She raised her pretty little face, unusually determined, and said, "My sister-in-law said that if you don't listen to her, you should tell her, and she'll come and beat you up."

She has a token, after all.

"..."

Let him be destroyed.

Lu Ming felt like Sun Wukong, who was immobilized by Tang Sanzang's magic, unable to cause any trouble.

He dared not let his injured older sister come and beat him up. He wasn't afraid of her beating him, but what if she got even more injured?

With this thought in mind, Lu Mingshi, resigned to his fate, sat down at his desk like a dead chicken.

"Let's begin."

I didn't expect him to actually listen to me.

Ying Sangrou was somewhat surprised.

I never expected that bringing up my sister-in-law's words would be so effective.

I couldn't help but chuckle to myself.

She pulled up a chair, sat down gently next to him, and began to tutor him on his homework.

She thought that even if his level was bad, it couldn't be too bad.

When she personally supervised him as he did his homework, and he confidently wrote down those outrageous answers...

She suddenly understood why some parents get so angry while helping with homework that they end up in the hospital.

"...Why are you looking at me like that? I know I'm handsome. You don't need to stare at me like that, or I'll get arrogant."

"..."

Ying Sangrou really wanted to lift up his head and see if it was filled with nuclear wastewater.

She really wanted to say that the poem "Song of Everlasting Regret" was written by Bai Juyi, not by Jiro Wang.