You're dumping me, huh? Fine, then I'll just pick up the school beauty and make her my wif

Su Qinghe was worried that her previous efforts were not strong enough, so she once again used her trump card—feigning helplessness.

When the vice-chairwoman appeared, looking aggrieved and as if he would abandon her if he didn't agree, Jiang Che's already weak defenses completely collapsed.

"Fine, fine, I give up."

Jiang Che sighed helplessly and pulled the crumpled test paper back to him.

"I'll learn, okay?"

Su Qinghe's expression immediately brightened, and a big smile bloomed on her face, revealing two shallow dimples on either side of her mouth.

"Let's get started now! Let's finish the rest of this math test first!"

……

For the next hour, Jiang Che felt as if he were in hell.

He found himself completely unable to keep up with Su Qinghe's pace; Su Qinghe's mind was working incredibly fast, and her answers were remarkably accurate.

As soon as Jiang Che finished reading a question, she could quickly provide a solution, and even point out which knowledge point the question was testing and what common mistakes it made.

"The answer to this question is C. Since vectors a and b are perpendicular, their dot product is 0. We can directly substitute it into the formula to calculate it."

"The next question is solid geometry. First, draw an auxiliary line and connect AC..."

Jiang Che held the pen numbly, feeling like an emotionless recording machine, mechanically writing and drawing on the test paper.

At first, he found it quite novel, after all, having a beautiful and academically gifted girl tutoring him one-on-one was a privilege that would make many people envious.

But as time went on, Jiang Che felt like his buttocks were nailed in, and he couldn't sit comfortably no matter how he sat. His concentration also gradually became sluggish.

One reason was that he couldn't keep up with Su Qinghe's pace, but the bigger reason was that these things were too boring and tedious.

He'd rather run ten laps around the track than calculate this damn conic section again.

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Jiang Che threw the pen on the table, slumped into the chair, and let out a wail, "I can't take it anymore, I'm going to die."

Su Qinghe, who was explaining the problem, stopped and turned to him with a somewhat blank expression.

"What's wrong? Did you not understand something?"

"I didn't understand anything... Teacher Su, my brain is already full, it's going to overflow if I try to fill it any more."

Jiang Che leaned back playfully, resting his head on the back of the chair, and tilted his head to look at Su Qinghe.

"Teacher Su, shall we call it a day? Even the donkeys in the production team don't work this hard. You need to give me a break, can't you?"

Su Qinghe pursed her lips. "But... we've only been studying for an hour, and we haven't even finished explaining all the questions on this test paper..."

"An hour is a long time! Qinghe, you have to believe me. For us slackers, being able to study seriously for an hour is really not easy."

Jiang Che stood up, stretched his stiff neck, and made a cracking sound.

"And you must be tired too, right? You've been talking so much, isn't your throat dry? I'll get you a glass of water."

After saying that, he didn't give Su Qinghe a chance to refute him and slipped out of the room to get some water.

When he returned with the water glass, Su Qinghe was still sitting obediently on the edge of the bed, but her expression was somewhat disappointed.

Jiang Che shoved the water glass into her hand, then touched his nose somewhat guiltily. "Um... don't be in such a hurry."

"Rome wasn't built in a day, and my poor academic record can't be changed overnight either. We need to take it step by step and balance work and rest, right?"

Su Qinghe held the water cup and sipped it slowly, the warm liquid sliding down her throat and relieving the dryness.

She actually knew she was pushing herself a bit too hard.

Jiang Che didn't like studying to begin with, so it was already a huge concession for him to sit here and study with her for an hour.

If you push him too hard, what if he develops a rebellious mentality and refuses to study anymore?

It doesn't really matter. If Jiang Che doesn't get into a good university in the end, she will still choose to apply to the same university as him.

Thinking of this, Su Qinghe's mental burden was not so heavy, so she nodded and compromised, "Well... alright then, let's stop here for today."

Jiang Che felt like he'd been granted a pardon and immediately stuffed the test papers on the table into his schoolbag. "That's more like it! The most important thing in life is to be happy. As for studying, just let it be."

After dealing with all this "garbage," Jiang Che felt refreshed and turned his gaze to the top-of-the-line computer on the table.

This is the kind of thing a real man should be doing.

"I need to play a couple of games to relax my mind, you..."

Jiang Che originally wanted to tell her to play on her phone for a while, but then he thought that it wouldn't be good to leave the girl alone.

Moreover, she had just finished tutoring him and then turned around and started playing games on her own. No matter how you look at it, she seems a bit like a heartless scumbag.

"come over."

Jiang Che walked over, grabbed Su Qinghe's hand without saying a word, and led her to the computer desk.

He moved another chair over from the side, placed it next to his gaming chair, and then pressed Su Qinghe down to sit. "Play with me for a while."

Su Qinghe was a little confused. She awkwardly placed her hands on her knees and listened to the buzzing sound of the computer case running in her ears. She realized that Jiang Che wanted her to play computer games with him.

"But... I can't see."

She said somewhat helplessly, "I can't play games."

"Who told you to play? I told you to sit here and keep me company, to be my cheerleader."

As Jiang Che expertly turned on the computer and logged into his account, he casually remarked, "Besides, so what if I can't see it? I can still hear it."

He turned the computer volume up a little and then opened one of the most popular shooting games at the moment.

"Here, take this with you."

Jiang Che picked up the spare earphones from the table and gently put them on Su Qinghe's head.

The headphones were large, covering her small ears, and the moment she put them on, very exciting game background music came through.

Su Qinghe felt a tickle in her ears, and her beautiful brows furrowed slightly. Fortunately, Jiang Che noticed her unusual behavior in time and quickly turned the volume down to a comfortable level for her ears.

Soon, Jiang Che's voice came through the earphones: "I'll explain it to you now. This game is called PUBG, commonly known as 'chicken dinner'."

"Simply put, this game is about throwing a hundred people onto a deserted island, where they fight each other, and the last one standing wins."

Jiang Che's voice is deep and magnetic, the kind of voice often referred to online as a domineering CEO's voice.

And now his voice was coming from the earphone, so Su Qinghe felt as if he was speaking right next to her ear. Her heart started racing, her legs went weak, and her face turned pink.