Ji Cheng hadn’t expected her to jump like that.
Thud—
Both of them tumbled to the ground, looking rather pitiful.
In the end, the two of them limped their way back to the villa.
Luckily, Ji Cheng hadn’t scraped her skin, though her knee was slightly bruised. She found the first-aid kit in the bedroom on the first floor and glanced at Ming Xiaowei, who was busy peeling mandarin oranges for her.
"Come here," Ji Cheng said expressionlessly.
Ming Xiaowei looked up at her and silently pushed a plate of peeled oranges across the coffee table.
"I’m afraid you’ll hit me."
That was the truth. Ming Xiaowei had completely forgotten that girls usually weren’t that strong—normally, carrying someone wouldn’t be a problem, but she’d gotten too excited and couldn’t resist jumping.
No wonder Ji Cheng got wrecked.
But now she was about to get scolded.
Ugh, please don’t hit my face…
"I won’t hit you," Ji Cheng said, exasperated.
"Oh." Only then did Ming Xiaowei hesitantly scoot closer to Ji Cheng.
Then she saw Ji Cheng’s hand move toward her knee.
"Are you taking off my socks?!" Ming Xiaowei yelped.
This was too much, too fast—no way, she couldn’t handle this.
Ji Cheng: "…"
"How else am I supposed to disinfect and bandage it?" Ji Cheng said, deadpan.
Ming Xiaowei finally lifted her leg slightly. Though Ji Cheng found it a bit odd to be removing another girl’s socks, she didn’t hesitate and swiftly pulled them off.
When the fabric brushed against the injured area, Ming Xiaowei hissed in pain.
By the time the hydrogen peroxide was sprayed on, tears were practically welling up in her eyes.
Damn!
This was pure torture.
By the time Ji Cheng finished cleaning and disinfecting the wound, Ming Xiaowei felt like she was one step away from meeting the King of Hell. Fortunately, Ji Cheng’s technique was professional, and she quickly wrapped it up.
"Which floor do you live on? You should keep this first-aid kit in your bedroom."
Ming Xiaowei drooped her head.
"I’m on the third floor. There’s an elevator. Oh, and I need to grab some food from the kitchen—that pancake earlier didn’t fill me up at all."
The thought of the cake Auntie Zhang had left in the morning instantly revived Ming Xiaowei’s energy.
She hobbled from the living room to the kitchen with Ji Cheng supporting her. But when Ming Xiaowei pulled out a pile of random snacks, Ji Cheng’s expression darkened.
"You usually eat… this?"
Though the snacks were expensive, they were still junk food in Ji Cheng’s eyes.
Ming Xiaowei puffed her cheeks and nodded dejectedly.
"I’m the only one at home."
Ji Cheng frowned. "Your parents don’t care?"
If that was the case, she could understand why Ming Xiaowei had followed her around all day—living alone in such a huge villa was just…
Unimaginable.
"Nope. They’re in the capital. They only come back once every…" Ming Xiaowei counted on her fingers, "two years, maybe?"
That was the truth. Though during winter and summer breaks, the original owner’s parents would take her to stay in the capital.
They really didn’t come back to Yuecheng otherwise.
Problem?
No problem.
"Fine. Go sit in the living room first. It’s still early—I’ll check the fridge and cook something for you." Ji Cheng helped Ming Xiaowei back to the couch, where the latter sat watching her with big, grape-like eyes.
"Any dietary restrictions?" Ji Cheng asked.
"Nope, I eat everything," Ming Xiaowei shook her head.
"Then watch some TV first."
After giving instructions, Ji Cheng headed to the kitchen. She wasn’t familiar with half the appliances there, so she had to look up instructions online before starting dinner for Ming Xiaowei.
Ming Xiaowei craned her neck in anticipation from the couch before finally looking away.
Hehehe.
Meanwhile, Si, who had witnessed Ming Xiaowei’s entire act, was stunned.
She wanted to scream at her own naive soul fragment:
Ji Cheng fell for it!
She couldn’t even begin to imagine how many tricks Ming Xiaowei had up her sleeve.
Purposely giving Auntie Zhang the day off, deliberately grabbing snacks from the fridge to play the pity card—though the leg injury was probably an accident, completely unplanned.
"You’re evil," Si told Ming Xiaowei.
Ming Xiaowei glanced at her leg.
"Not at all. My leg hurts too, okay? It’s hard enough getting Ji Cheng to like me." She stretched lazily—after walking so much today, she really was exhausted.
Otherwise, one pancake would’ve been enough if she hadn’t moved around.
"Then why didn’t you just buy more at the school cafeteria?"
"But I wanted snacks too," Ming Xiaowei whined, still craving the cake Auntie Zhang had made that morning.
Auntie Zhang was an amazing cook.
Si: "…"
Speechless. Absolutely speechless.
Her soul fragments were going to spoil Ming Xiaowei rotten.
When Ji Cheng brought out the dishes—braised beef with potatoes, stir-fried mushrooms with green peppers, and tomato egg soup—Ming Xiaowei peeked eagerly at the spread.
"I made enough rice for two. If you’re still hungry, I can serve you more later."
Ming Xiaowei bit her chopsticks, eyes curving into crescents.
"Thanks, Class Prez. You’re the best."
Ji Cheng felt a little weird being handed a "nice person" card out of nowhere.
Was it just her imagination?
Despite the lingering pain in her leg, Ming Xiaowei tearfully devoured two big bowls of rice—Ji Cheng’s cooking was seriously good. She even finished the tomato egg soup.
Stuffed to the brim, Ming Xiaowei had to lean against the wall for half an hour before daring to climb up to her third-floor bedroom.
Ji Cheng had originally planned to tutor her in the living room upstairs, but Ming Xiaowei complained that writing on the sofa hurt her back, so they reluctantly moved to her bedroom.
Ji Cheng had assumed Ming Xiaowei’s room would be all pink and frilly, but it turned out to be minimalist instead.
There was a huge floor-to-ceiling window, a balcony with potted plants, a small coffee table, and a lounge chair. On a quiet afternoon, reading here would be pure bliss.
This… was practically her dream bedroom.
Ji Cheng couldn’t help but stare a little longer.
She wondered how many years of hard work it would take to afford a place like this. The thought of Yuecheng’s housing prices instantly crushed her hopes.
"Teacher Ji?" Ming Xiaowei called from the desk.
Ji Cheng snapped out of it.
"Right. I brought some past calculus exam papers from seniors. I marked the questions covering what we’ve learned—copy them into your notebook and solve them first. Ask me if you get stuck."
"Since it’s our first session, I’ll assign homework from now on. Finish it beforehand so we can save time for explanations later."
She pulled out a stack of exam papers from her bag and handed them to Ming Xiaowei.
Ming Xiaowei’s face went numb.
H-homework?!
This wasn’t part of her plan.
If she whined, would Ji Cheng let her off the hook?
Ming Xiaowei doubted it.
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