A pampered young lady from a wealthy family is reborn, choosing a rich wife over a rich man.

Meng Zhixue couldn't hide the surprise in her eyes.

She never imagined that the "Mr. Zhao" she contacted on WeChat was actually Zhao Yuanzhou.

A legend that is still talked about when she goes back to her hometown.

She had almost no contact with Zhao Yuanzhou, and Zhao Yuanzhou would never have noticed her, a junior with mediocre grades, when they were in school; the two were quite strangers.

After politely expressing their camaraderie as alumni of the same high school, Zhao Yuanzhou got down to business.

"...As per Mr. Zhou's instructions, I will be coming here four days a week for the next three months," Zhao Yuanzhou said after his introduction. "If you have no problems, let's begin today's learning."

"Ah..." Meng Zhixue was still immersed in the absurd memories, and was a little dazed.

With a smile in his eyes, Zhao Yuanzhou asked gently again, "Miss Meng, may we begin our studies?"

"Okay, okay! Sure!" Meng Zhixue suddenly realized what was happening, nodded blushing, and reminded herself to focus on the present moment.

The handsome and aloof Zhao Yuanzhou in her memory and the gentle-smiling Zhao Yuanzhou now seemed like completely different people; it felt like a fantasy.

What's past is past. Zhao Yuanzhou didn't even know that the mix-up was related to her, and she'd better keep the secret.

The two began to study.

Although Meng Zhixue was a little distracted at first, she quickly adjusted her mindset and focused on her studies.

She didn't notice that her earnestness made Zhao Yuanzhou look at her several times in surprise, as if he hadn't expected her to be so genuinely interested in learning.

If she noticed, she would only tell Zhao Yuanzhou: It's because she's seen more of the world and has a different perspective.

She is different now than she was in high school.

During her high school years, she had limited experience and no clear plans for the future. She only had a simple idea in her mind: "I want to be successful in the future." But in reality, she didn't know what kind of future she wanted.

Now she has clear goals, and every effort she makes has a clear and firm direction. She also knows that she can make a living from this after she finishes learning, so she is naturally more motivated to study.

Meng Zhixue gained a lot from studying for two hours.

Compared to Zhou Yu, Zhao Yuanzhou's teaching method made her feel more relaxed.

Zhou Yu has a keen eye for people's hearts and can easily find her doubts and difficulties. He likes to work with her one-on-one to overcome them.

She is very efficient, but she is under a lot of pressure.

She often worries that she is too stupid and will not be able to keep up with Zhou Yu's pace.

But Zhao Yuanzhou is different.

He would first guide her through the knowledge in the textbook, then explain the difficult points again, and finally guide her to think about and discuss the knowledge points, step by step, so that she wouldn't feel too much pressure.

She gained a completely new understanding of Zhao Yuanzhou, and within one night, she genuinely regarded him as her teacher.

When it was time for her tutoring session, she escorted Zhao Yuanzhou to the gate of Villa No. 28 and said sincerely, "Teacher Zhao, thank you so much for your hard work today!"

"It's what I should do." Zhao Yuanzhou smiled politely, took two steps, then suddenly turned back. "Miss Meng, I suddenly remembered something..."

"What is it?" Meng Zhixue asked with a smile, completely unaware of what was going on.

Then, she saw Zhao Yuanzhou suddenly smile, his demeanor changed, and his eyes regained some of the cold and arrogant air he had in high school.

He was already handsome with thick eyebrows and deep-set eyes. After shedding the gentle demeanor that seemed to be a disguise, his sharpness was revealed, like a sword drawn from its sheath.

He looked into her eyes, smiled, and asked, "If I remember correctly, I saw you briefly a few days before the college entrance exam when I was taking a nap in my dorm?"

Meng Zhixue: "...???!!!"

She was so surprised that she lost all reaction; only her mind was racing, bombarding her with questions.

How is that possible?

How could he possibly remember?

How could I possibly know it was her?!

……

Zhao Yuanzhou's words were too much of a shock to Meng Zhixue.

She walked back to the villa's living room, deeply shaken, her mind still filled with the image of Zhao Yuanzhou.

Absolutely.

This world is truly amazing.

Why did she say she had "almost" no interaction with Zhao Yuanzhou?

Why did she feel that some of her memories of Zhao Yuanzhou were outlandish...?

That's because she had once been asked to go to the boys' dormitory to find Zhao Yuanzhou, and on that occasion, she saw a side of Zhao Yuanzhou that no one else knew about.

But what she didn't expect was that, as the saying goes, what you think about during the day, you dream about at night, and she actually dreamed about Zhao Yuanzhou that night.

Everything in a dream is unpredictable and without any discernible pattern.

Just a second ago, Meng Zhixue dreamed that she was wearing thick clothes and studying at a desk with Zhao Yuanzhou.

The next second, she dreamed that she had returned to the summer of her first year of high school, standing in the empty campus wearing a baggy school uniform.

The cicadas were chirping and the birds were singing; the weather was as hot as if it were blazing fire.

The hot wind rustled the leaves, causing the vibrant green leaves to curl slightly.

The sweat on her face was uncomfortable, and she was about to raise her hand to wipe it away when suddenly someone grabbed her arm, and a hurried voice rang out: "Excuse me, are you in a hurry?"

She turned her head and saw a teacher with an anxious expression.

"I'm not in a hurry," she replied.

"That's good." The teacher quickly handed her a thick stack of test papers, saying with a sigh of relief, "I have a family emergency. Could you please give this set of papers to Zhao Yuanzhou, who is in the senior year? He's taking a nap in his dorm right now. Do you know which dorm he's in?"

Meng Zhixue nodded and then shook her head: "I know, but I..."

"You know that's good enough. Now hurry up and go, don't waste time!" As soon as he finished speaking, the teacher got on his bicycle and sped away.

Meng Zhixue was left standing there alone, the half-finished sentence "I'm a girl" never getting a chance to finish.

The school has strict management; boys are not allowed to enter girls' dormitories, and girls are not allowed to enter boys' dormitories. Why was she allowed to deliver it?

She touched her hair, which looked like it had been chewed by a dog, and then touched her deliberately tanned face. She suddenly realized that the teacher had mistaken her for a boy.

The ways high school boys confess their love are so varied and bizarre that she was exhausted from dealing with them all. So, she could only come up with the idea of ​​"making herself ugly," which resulted in her looking like this.

What should we do now?

Meng Zhixue thought for a moment and decided to wait downstairs in the boys' dormitory for a while, and ask a boy to help her take the exam paper to Zhao Yuanzhou, or ask the dormitory manager to deliver it.

Unfortunately, she waited for quite a while but no male student came, and the dormitory manager was nowhere to be found.

With no other option, she could only grit her teeth and walk into the boys' dormitory, following her memory to Zhao Yuanzhou's room.

Zhao Yuanzhou received special attention from the school, almost like a mother hen protecting her chicks.

As is well known, in order to provide him with a better resting environment, the school specially arranged a single dormitory room for him on the top floor and repeatedly emphasized on the loudspeaker that no one is allowed to disturb him.

As Meng Zhixue walked down the long corridor, she saw Zhao Yuanzhou's half-closed dormitory door.

I knocked on the door, but no one answered.

She thought no one was inside and planned to go in, put down the exam paper, and leave. However, as soon as she pushed open the door, she was met with a pair of cold, clear, yet desire-filled eyes, and she froze on the spot.

A tall boy in a school uniform leaned back in his chair, facing a computer playing obscene images.

He pressed down on his over-ear headphones and looked towards the door, while his other hand remained brazenly in its original position, showing no sign of panic or restraint despite the intruder.

Meng Zhixue's beautiful almond-shaped eyes widened in shock and disbelief as she stared at him.

Compared to the boy's calm and composed demeanor, it seemed as if she was the one who had done the wrong thing.

Eyes facing each other.

Meng Zhixue hurriedly threw down the test paper in her hand and tried to run away, but a soft "feed" from the boy behind her immediately drew her attention.

She turned around stiffly, and the boy chuckled, asking, "Why are you so surprised? Haven't you seen it before?"