My online dating circle has millions of followers, why would she put a collar on me?

"Teacher Jiang is here! Please come in, please come in. Miss Er has been talking about you all morning."

Jiang Yi paused in his tracks: "Talking about me? Talking about what?"

"She keeps saying, 'When are you coming to teach her how to play games?'" The nanny shook her head with a smile. "She also said things like, 'Why isn't that bookworm here yet? She owes me two ranked games.'"

Jiang Yi's lips twitched.

Sure enough, this girl wasn't thinking about math at all; she was thinking about League of Legends.

He followed the nanny through the path into the living room, and before he even entered, he heard a series of crackling sounds coming from inside.

That was the sound of the controller buttons being frantically mauled, mixed with Gu Qingying's gritted teeth and curses.

"Is this support blind? The enemy jungler is practically face-to-face with him and he's still just farming minions! Does he even know how to play?!"

Jiang Yi stood at the door and cleared his throat.

Gu Qingying turned around abruptly, and the moment she saw him, her eyes instantly lit up like two searchlights.

"Jiang Yi! You're finally here!" She slammed the game controller onto the sofa and jumped up from it.

"Quick, quick, let's play a couple of rounds! I've been waiting for you all morning!"

Jiang Yi glanced at the textbooks and test papers spread out on the coffee table, but didn't touch them.

"Have you done the test?"

"I've done it! I've done it!" Gu Qingying pulled a crumpled test paper from the coffee table and handed it to her, her face beaming with praise. "Look, I've finished it all!"

Jiang Yi took it and examined it carefully.

I did finish the math test, but the accuracy rate is impossible to check.

He glanced at it and saw that he got five multiple-choice questions right, two fill-in-the-blank questions right, and he had answered the first sub-question of the essay question, but left the rest blank.

A rough estimate suggests I could get around forty points.

It's much better than the 23 points from last time, but it's still far from passing.

"You've improved." Jiang Yi put down the test paper and offered a rare, genuine compliment. "But you only did the first sub-question of the long questions. Why didn't you finish the rest?"

Gu Qingying said matter-of-factly, "I don't know the rest!"

"If you don't know, you can ask me what 'left blank' means."

"I was thinking of asking you when you got here," Gu Qingying blinked, her tone both unreasonable and confident. "That's called maximizing efficiency."

Jiang Yi laughed at her twisted logic.

He sat down on the sofa, opened his textbook, and pointed to one of the function problems she had gotten wrong.

"Your approach to this problem is correct, but you reversed the signs when substituting. Look here, X is greater than 0, but you substituted a negative number, so of course the result is wrong."

Gu Qingying leaned closer, stared at the question for a couple of seconds, and then exclaimed with sudden realization, "Oh, so that's where the mistake is!"

"And this one, asking for the maximum value, you wrote the minimum value instead. Did you read the question backwards?"

"...Did I see wrong?"

"You can even misread a single line of questions?"

"So what? Nobody's perfect!"

Gu Qingying stiffened her neck, delivering the exact same lines as last time.

Jiang Yi took a deep breath and decided not to stoop to her level.

"Alright, correct these wrong questions first, and then I'll teach you how to play games."

"Really?!" Gu Qingying's eyes lit up again.

I'd be a dog if I lied to you.

Gu Qingying immediately grabbed a pen, leaned over the coffee table, and began revising the question, moving so fast it was as if a wolf was chasing her.

Jiang Yi shook his head as he looked at her impatient manner, his gaze falling on the way she held the pen.

The index and middle fingers hold the pen, while the ring and little fingers dangle in the air, resulting in crooked and uneven characters.

"Your pen-holding posture is incorrect."

"Huh?" Gu Qingying looked up at him. "I've been holding it like this since I was little. I'm used to it."

"You have to change your bad habits. Holding your pen like that makes you slow, and you won't have enough time during the exam."

Jiang Yi took the pen from her hand and demonstrated the standard three-finger grip with his own hand.

"Pinch the pen with your thumb and forefinger, support it from below with your middle finger, and rest the pen on the web of your hand. See, this way you can write quickly and steadily."

Gu Qingying stared at his hand for two seconds, then looked up at his face.

The living room was bright, with sunlight streaming in through the floor-to-ceiling windows and falling on Jiang Yi's profile.

His eyebrows and eyes were clean, and when he spoke, the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, giving him an effortless good looks.

Gu Qingying suddenly looked away, her ears turning red for a moment.

"Okay, okay, stop nagging." She snatched the pen, gripped it properly as Jiang Yi had instructed, and wrote a line on the draft paper.

It's warped even more than before.

"...Your posture is wrong." Jiang Yi leaned over and naturally reached out to correct her pen grip.

"Put your thumb down a little, and your middle finger up to support it, yes, that's it."

His fingers touched the back of her hand, the warm touch lasting only briefly.

Gu Qingying froze for a moment, then abruptly pulled her hand back.

"What are you doing?!"

Jiang Yi looked at her, puzzled. "I'm just teaching you how to hold a pen. Why are you making such a fuss?"

"I...I can do it myself!" Gu Qingying lowered her head, her ears turning as red as if they were about to bleed, her hand gripping the pen tightly.

Jiang Yi looked at her flustered appearance and suddenly laughed: "Gu Qingying, are you shy?"

"Who's shy! You're the one who's shy! Your whole family is shy!" Gu Qingying raised her head and glared at him, but her eyes were clearly unfocused.

"Alright, alright, I'm not teasing you anymore." Jiang Yi stepped back a little and sat back in his seat. "Let's revise the questions, then we can play games."

Gu Qingying snorted and lowered her head to continue revising the questions, but unconsciously adjusted her pen-holding posture to the one Jiang Yi had taught her earlier.

The handwriting I wrote this time was indeed better than before.

The nanny came in carrying a fruit platter. Seeing this scene, she smiled slightly, wisely kept quiet, placed the fruit platter on the coffee table, and left.

The hour and a half of tutoring time flew by as Gu Qingying bargained.

She was in much better shape today than last time; at least she didn't have a sour face the whole time.

Although I still occasionally complain, "This question is too difficult!" or "Is mathematics just a tool that humans invented to torture themselves?", I have done all the questions I was supposed to do and listened to all the lectures I was supposed to listen to.

In the last twenty minutes, Jiang Yi went through the entire test paper she had done yesterday, explaining the reasons for her mistakes one by one.

Gu Qingying listened quietly, occasionally nodding and occasionally frowning, before finally saying something that surprised Jiang Yi.

"You explain it more clearly than our school teachers."

"What did your school teachers say?"

"They just read from the textbook, and after they finished, they said, 'You can look at it yourselves,' and then they didn't care anymore."

Gu Qingying pouted. "Our class's average math score is thirty-two. Isn't that outrageous?"

Jiang Yi fell silent.

Thirty-two points, even more outrageous than Jiang Miaomiao's skill level in the Three Kingdoms Kill game.

"Alright, that's all for today's class." Jiang Yi closed his textbook and glanced at the time.

"Before I come next time, review the problems we discussed today. I'll be checking them next time."

"Okay, okay." Gu Qingying waved her hand, then her eyes lit up. "Hey, you promised me! Two games!"

Jiang Yi couldn't help but laugh at her impatient look: "Okay, I'll play a couple of rounds with you. But it's a deal, I'll leave as soon as we're done, no cheating."

"No cheating! No cheating!" Gu Qingying had already picked up the game controller and opened the game interface on the TV.

Jiang Yi sat down next to her and took the other handle.

On the screen, the profile pictures of the two accounts were lit up side by side.

Gu Qingying chose an assassin hero, while Jiang Yi chose a support hero.

"You're going to support me?" Gu Qingying was a little surprised. "You're a grown man playing support?"

"What's wrong with support? Support is the real carry." Jiang Yi said without changing his expression. "Stop talking nonsense, let's start."

Games start.

Gu Qingying realized that her previous suspicions about Jiang Yi were completely unnecessary.

This person doesn't just "know how to play games," they've clearly "mastered the game."

He has excellent awareness. Every time the enemy jungler comes to gank, he can anticipate it in advance, use his skills to push her away, and then take the damage himself to cover her retreat.

During team fights, his crowd control skills always landed precisely on the enemy's core damage dealers, and the enemy players were focused down and killed before they could even react.

Fifteen minutes later, the opposing team surrendered.

Gu Qingying stared at the huge "Victory" on the screen, her mouth agape in an "O" shape.

"Holy crap..." She turned to look at Jiang Yi, her eyes practically bulging out of their sockets. "Are you really a master?"

"I've told you, I'd be a dog if I lied to you."

"Again, again!" Gu Qingying was so excited that she immediately clicked to start matching.

In the second game, Jiang Yi chose an even less popular support hero.

Gu Qingying originally wanted to question him, but when she saw his win rate on the loading screen—78 percent, she silently swallowed the words that were on the tip of her tongue.

This game was even faster than the last one.

Twelve minutes in, the opposing team immediately surrendered.

Gu Qingying looked at the word "Victory" that popped up on the screen, then slumped onto the sofa and let out a satisfied sigh.

"Jiang Yi, please accept me as your disciple."

"No, we won't accept it."

"Why?!"

"Because you only scored in the twenties on your math test."

"...Can you please stop talking about math!"

Jiang Yi stood up, put down the game controller, and picked up his coat.

"Alright, that's it, I'm off. See you next week."

"Hey, wait a minute!" Gu Qingying jumped up from the sofa. "When are you coming next week?"

"It's Monday, isn't it? Don't we come every day?"

"Oh." There was a hint of disappointment in Gu Qingying's tone. "Then drive carefully."

Jiang Yi waved his hand and walked out without turning his head.

Gu Qingying stood in the living room, watching his figure disappear outside the courtyard gate, then slowly sat back on the sofa, staring blankly at the game results screen on the TV.

The nanny came in to tidy the coffee table and, seeing her like this, couldn't help but ask, "Miss, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing," Gu Qingying said sullenly, picking up the remote and turning off the TV.

She nestled into the sofa, took out her phone, and opened the pinned chat window.

Hey bro: Hey there? Finished playing, I'm exhausted.

She quickly typed a line of text:

Dude! I was tortured for two hours today by that idiot tutor! He forced me to correct my mistakes! He even taught me how to hold a pen! Do you think he's crazy?!

After sending it, she added another message:

But he's really good at the game; he carried me through two matches, and the opposing team surrendered after just fifteen minutes.

The other party replied quickly:

Good bro: Hahahaha, did you get beaten into submission?

Gu Qingying: Who's convinced! I'm just giving an objective evaluation!

She paused, then typed another line:

Hey bro, what do you think about a tutor who's good-looking, good at video games, and explains things clearly? Is there something wrong with him?

Bro: ??? You're not actually falling for me, are you, bro?

When Gu Qingying saw the message, her fingers trembled so violently that she almost dropped her phone.

She stared at the words "heart flutter" on the screen for three seconds, then quickly typed:

Get lost!!! Who would be attracted to a bookworm like that?!

After sending the message, she threw her phone on the sofa, rolled over, buried her face in the cushions, and let out a muffled wail.

will not.

Absolutely not.

Gu Qingying hates academic high-achievers more than anything else in her life.

Especially those top students who are good-looking, good at games, and can even teach her how to hold a pen.

I really hate it.

She covered her face with the cushion, her ears burning red.