After reprimanding Huang Chen, Yan Yuzhu began her regular class.
Honestly, ever since Shen Nian started taking English seriously, he no longer felt drowsy during English lessons—mainly because he could actually understand what the teacher was saying.
For those who get sleepy just looking at math problems, 99% of them aren’t exactly math whizzes.
Shen Nian, on the other hand, only grew more energized the more math problems he solved. To him, variables like X were like zongzi—he just wanted to dissect them ruthlessly, filling them with formulas and calculations.
English was similar. Even the letter S started looking elegant to him.
Those alluring curves… Sorry, he was getting a bit too carried away with the letter S.
Anyone who could resist such thoughts was practically a saint.
Shen Nian paid decent attention in class, though sometimes his "auto-targeting" feature malfunctioned, locking onto Yan Yuzhu’s legs.
A glance was respect; staring was continuous respect.
Of course, Shen Nian wasn’t that far gone. After a moment of "respect," his gaze shifted to Chen Dong.
Watching Chen Dong stare unblinkingly at the blackboard, Shen Nian felt a surge of pride. Sure, this kid pretended to hate his grind, but secretly, he was the real tryhard—top five in the class wasn’t achievable without effort. Look at him now, studying so diligently.
"Wait, where were we again?" Chen Dong, noticing Yan Yuzhu glancing his way, immediately snapped back to his performative focus.
Shen Nian: "…"
Oh. So you were just spacing out.
Locked onto the English teacher’s legs, huh? Figures.
When the final English class ended, half the class had already left.
Yan Yuzhu packed her things and stopped by Shen Nian’s desk before leaving. She clenched her fist and said warmly, "Shen Nian, I checked your dictation—you got every single word right! Keep it up!"
Her voice was sweet, her smile radiant. This was Yan Yuzhu, the English teacher of Class 11, Grade 12.
Shen Nian melted into a puddle, scratching his head with a goofy grin.
"Got it, teach."
"You didn’t cheat, right?"
"Teacher Yan, how could you accuse me?!" Shen Nian blurted, even slipping into archaic phrasing in his panic.
Getting caught cheating would’ve made him cry.
Wait—no, today’s dictation was 100% legit! Since when was cheating involved?
Back in his second year, Shen Nian relied on cheat sheets for English dictations. Yan Yuzhu’s question triggered his old reflexes, but then he remembered: he’d upgraded from "English disaster" to "English semi-disaster." His confidence surged.
Would a teacher really falsely accuse a student? That’d ruin her reputation, wouldn’t it?
Teacher, you wouldn’t want anyone finding out you slandered a student, would you…?
Luckily, Yan Yuzhu just chuckled. "I believe you didn’t cheat this time. I was watching you from the podium—every move you make is clear to me. I’d know if you cheated."
She then pulled a bottle of Wangzai milk from her bag and placed it on Shen Nian’s desk. "A reward for your hard work. Keep it up!"
“Woohoo! Thanks, Teacher Yan!” Shen Nian’s favorability skyrocketed.
You know what? I’ve always respected Teacher Yan. Never once badmouthed her behind her back.
"Shen Nian, you’ve been very diligent this week…"
"Yeah? What’s up, teach?" Sensing she had more to say, Shen Nian perked up.
"I’d like to create a customized English study plan for you—to help you improve faster. How does that sound?"
"Seriously? That’s amazing!" Free tutoring? Who’d say no?
"Great! I’ll prepare the plan, and you’ll follow it. No pressure if you miss a day, but completing it comes with rewards. Do your best!"
Yan Yuzhu’s tone was gentle as she left the classroom.
Shen Nian froze.
Rewards for completing tasks? This feels familiar…
What kind of plot is this? Feels like I’ve stumbled into some… questionable movie.
Not that I’d complain…
Is this the "high schooler targeted by hot neighbor sis" trope?
Or "junior employee stuck on a business trip with lonely beautiful boss"?
Time-stop scenario? Sure.
Wait—what’s this "sleeping husband" tag?
NTR?!
Back in the office, Yan Yuzhu couldn’t resist venting to Su Kexi about Shen Nian’s recent progress.
A student who’d given up on English suddenly putting in effort? Any teacher would be thrilled.
Shen Nian’s scores hovered near the first-tier university cutoff. Boosting his English could easily push him into top-tier range.
No teacher would refuse to help a willing student.
"Shen Nian has been working hard lately," Su Kexi agreed. At least his motivation was up—that alone was progress.
"I’m drafting a study plan for him." Yan Yuzhu was brimming with energy.
She genuinely wanted her students to succeed. Every teacher did. She’d gladly pull up the class’s English stragglers, but most had outright given up on the subject.
Shen Nian used to be one of them—until his sudden enlightenment gave her hope. If he was willing to learn, she’d pour everything into helping him.
That’s what teaching’s about.
So she got to work:
—Daily vocabulary dictations in her office…
—Custom grammar charts tailored to his level…
—Extra practice tests from other provinces each week…
At lunch, Shen Nian couldn’t shake a looming sense of doom.
The rain hadn’t let up by noon.
Still slightly damp (he’d forgotten his umbrella), Shen Nian had squeezed under Chen Dong’s tiny umbrella on the way to the cafeteria. Getting back? Another soaking.
Two 6-foot dudes crammed under one umbrella?
Girls sharing an umbrella? Cute.
Guy and girl sharing? Romantic.
Two guys? Disastrous.
It wouldn’t have been a big deal—until Xia Yanchun trailed behind them and deadpanned, "Wow, Sichuan opera in the wild."
Chen Dong’s soul left his body.
Why the hell am I getting wet when I brought my own umbrella?!
Why couldn’t Shen Nian be a sweet, soft vanilla cake instead?!
If he were a sweet, soft cake though…
Chen Dong spent the walk back to the dorm cursing under his breath.
In the classroom, Shen Nian borrowed tissues from Xia Yanchun to dry his hair. "How long’s this rain gonna last?"
"All day. Don’t get your hopes up," she said flatly, flipping open her physics workbook before break time ended.
This one? The grindiest of grinders. The MVP of tryhards.
"Physics, huh? Ask me if you’re stuck. I’ve got you."
"Are you even older than me? Call me jie."
"Snow leopard, shut up."
"…" Xia Yanchun pouted and deliberately stacked her books to the left—piling them high enough to block Shen Nian from view.
Looking at him makes me want to slap him—doing so would only fuel violent tendencies. Avoiding Shen Nian is for his own good.
"Here, for you." Shen Nian placed the bottle of Wangzai Milk on top of Xia Yanchun's stack of books.
No hidden meaning—just because he’s kind.
"Hmph, finally learning to be filial to me?" Xia Yanchun accepted it without a second thought, sipping slowly through the straw. When she pulled away, a thin, glistening strand of milk still clung to her lips.
Noticing a damp patch on Shen Nian’s clothes, Xia Yanchun tossed him a small pack of tissues. "Dry your clothes a bit, or you’ll catch a cold."
"If I do, you’ll be the first one I infect."
Shen Nian’s motto? Repay kindness with mischief.
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