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

On the other hand, the nightmare kept Jiang Yi wide awake.

He scanned the QR code on the bike navigation to go to his tutor's location.

An hour later.

Jiang Yi parked the shared bicycle in the designated area outside the villa area.

He looked up at the cluster of buildings in front of him and couldn't help but twitch his lips.

The two Podocarpus macrophyllus trees pruned into spherical shapes at the entrance of his detached villa within the third ring road of Kyoto are probably enough to cover his living expenses for a lifetime.

He looked down at the faded hoodie he was wearing, then at the address Xia Anmian had sent him on his phone screen.

No. 8, Lanyue Mansion, couldn't help but sigh.

This place and he are just not a good match.

As he walked inside, he took out his phone, which had been on silent for quite some time.

As soon as the screen lit up, his brows furrowed.

News about Su Xiaoyue started bombarding us from six in the morning.

Little Moon: Good morning, honey~ Today is another day I've been thinking of you (✪ω✪)

Little Moon: Honey, are you up yet? I woke up really early today, probably because I'm so looking forward to next Wednesday, hehe.

Little Moon: Honey, I'm going to try wearing that blue dress out today. Do you think it looks good?

Little Moon: Honey, why are you ignoring me again? (╥﹏╥)

Little Moon: Are you still asleep? I'll wait for you. Remember to look for me when you wake up.

Little Moon: Honey, I miss you so much...

The messages kept coming in, from six in the morning until half an hour ago, with one message every twenty minutes or so.

That cautious yet undeniable anticipation could be felt even through the screen.

After reading these messages, Jiang Yi felt a bittersweet feeling well up inside him, unable to tell whether it was guilt or helplessness.

He took a deep breath and his fingers flew across the screen:

"Wake up, wake up. I have to tutor a student today, so I probably won't be able to use my phone all morning. Get some rest, don't keep waiting for me."

After sending that message, he hesitated for a moment, then added, "Good girl."

The reply came less than ten seconds after it was sent.

Little Moon: Honey, you finally replied! I missed you so much! (´;ω;`)

Little Moon: Tutor? Honey, are you still tutoring? It's so tiring!

Little Moon: Then you can focus on your work. I won't bother you. Remember to call me when you're done.

Immediately afterwards, the next message popped up.

Little Moon: [Transfer] 100,000.00 yuan

Little Moon: Honey, you can have it, don't go to all that trouble.

Jiang Yi stared at the transfer amount, his finger hovering above the screen, frozen on the sidewalk.

One hundred thousand.

Not a thousand, not ten thousand, but a hundred thousand.

He instinctively wanted to click "refund," but the moment his fingertip touched the screen, he pulled it back as if he had been burned.

It wasn't because he wanted the money.

It was because he knew that once he backed down, given Su Xiaoyue's sensitivity, she would immediately ask why.

Then he has to make up a reason, and after he makes up a reason, she might keep asking questions. If this goes on and on, the lie will only get bigger and bigger, and it will become harder and harder to end.

But if he doesn't return it, what's the point of him keeping this 100,000 yuan?

He really needs money, a lot of money.

However, the nature of this money is no different from the 1.3 million yuan that Jiang Miaomiao swindled.

Jiang Yi gritted his teeth, locked his phone screen, and pretended not to see the transfer message.

Let's wait until he's figured out how to respond.

Now, he needs to deal with the immediate issues first.

Lanyue Mansion No. 8 is a detached villa in the new Chinese style. The gray and white facade is simple and neat, and the courtyard wall is covered with climbing roses that have not yet bloomed.

As Jiang Yi reached the door, the wrought iron gate opened from the inside.

A middle-aged woman wearing an apron and with her hair neatly combed came out quickly, her face full of smiles:

"You must be Teacher Jiang? Please come in, please come in. Miss Jiang instructed me that a teacher would be visiting today, and she told me to make sure to treat him well."

Jiang Yi was somewhat flattered by this level of enthusiasm, and he quickly nodded, "Hello, I am Jiang Yi, a junior at Tsinghua and Peking University."

"Oh my, he's from Tsinghua or Peking University! He's such a high achiever!" The nanny's eyes lit up as she led him inside, chattering away.

"Our second young lady's academic performance... well... how should I put it? Anyway, the eldest young lady said that she doesn't expect her to get top grades, just that she can keep up with math and physics this semester."

"You wouldn't believe it, Miss Gu got a mere 23 on her math final exam last time, which made her so angry she almost deleted her game account..."

Jiang Yi paused for a moment.

Twenty-three points?

A scene instantly flashed into his mind:

A girl in a school uniform was slumped over a desk, her test paper covered in red crosses, while her older sister stood beside her, furious.

"So... what are her usual study habits like?" Jiang Yi asked tentatively.

The nanny's expression became subtle: "Well... you'll see when you get there."

After walking along a path paved with bluestone slabs and past a clump of newly sprouted nandina, Jiang Yi saw the entrance to the main house.

Then he heard a voice.

"I'm not going! I'm not going! I've said it so many times! I don't need a tutor! I can learn on my own! If you keep pressuring me, I'll throw away all your cosmetics!"

Her voice was clear and bright, with a kind of arrogant yet childish arrogance; she was clearly a spoiled little girl.

The nanny pushed open the door without changing her expression and called out, "Miss, the teacher is here."

The sounds inside the room abruptly stopped.

Jiang Yi went inside and saw the student he was going to tutor.

The living room is large and has excellent natural light, with a neatly trimmed lawn visible through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Several game controllers and an open comic book were scattered on the leather sofa, and the TV screen was still showing a paused game.

In the very center of the sofa, a girl sat cross-legged.

She was wearing an oversized black hoodie with a game character printed on it that he didn't recognize.

Below, she wore a pair of dark gray sweatpants and on her feet, a pair of limited-edition sneakers that looked very expensive.

Her hair was cut extremely short, revealing her ears and a small section of her fair nape; her features were actually quite delicate.

There was a heroic air about him, but at this moment his face was full of reluctance.

Her lips were pursed into a thin line, and she was scrutinizing him from head to toe with the same scrutinizing gaze one would give a criminal.

These are my students?