Zhang Ye: [So when are you going to enlighten me—impart knowledge, teach me, and clear my doubts?]
Ye Qingyang thought for a moment. [This weekend. It is almost the weekend anyway, and there will be plenty of time. I can test your level first.]
Zhang Ye: [No problem. Contact me then.]
Ye Qingyang: [Okay.]
They chatted a bit more before ending the conversation. Ye Qingyang was in a great mood and continued working on Lu Jingcheng’s study plan.
Hmm… Zhang Ye’s plan could just be modified from Lu Jingcheng’s later, he thought.
As for the rest of the class, he could only provide an outline and a general review plan. There was no helping it—large group teaching and private tutoring were definitely different. Otherwise, how would the superiority of VIP service be reflected?
It was only human nature. Surely his classmates would understand.
After finishing the study plan, Ye Qingyang placed it on Lu Jingcheng’s desk that evening. “Brother Lu, where are your monthly exam papers? Take them out—we will go through them together and see what you do not understand.”
Lu Jingcheng: …
He glared at him. Did he not have any dignity?!
“Come on, Brother Lu,” Ye Qingyang urged. “You promised.”
Reluctantly, Lu Jingcheng took out his papers. Ye Qingyang looked them over and realized the problem was quite serious. It was obvious that Lu Jingcheng had not built a solid foundation in his first year of high school—he would have to start from the beginning.
Looks like when I go home this weekend, besides setting a trap for Ye Hong and the others, I will also need to find my first-year textbooks. Otherwise, I cannot even begin one-on-one tutoring with Lu Jingcheng.
“Did you understand what the teacher explained about the test today?” Ye Qingyang asked.
Lu Jingcheng felt that was the wrong question. It should have been: Did you even listen?
Clearly, he had not.
“No.”
Ye Qingyang had expected that. “Then I will explain it to you?”
Lu Jingcheng: …
“Fine,” he said reluctantly.
The entire evening passed with Ye Qingyang explaining the test. He had thought that since Lu Jingcheng got so many questions wrong, it would be hard for him to understand. But after going through a few problems, he realized that Lu Jingcheng’s male lead halo was actually quite effective. For several questions, just a brief explanation was enough for him to grasp them.
Clearly smart—just unwilling to study seriously.
A classic male lead trait in school-life novels.
On Saturday, Ye Qingyang planned to go home. Lu Jingcheng did not understand. “Why are you going back? You miss your aunt? That is not necessary, right?”
“Of course not. I have something to do.” Ye Qingyang did not intend to tell him about his plan. “I need to get my first-year textbooks for you. You did not pay attention in class back then, right? You do not know anything when asked. Without the books, how am I supposed to tutor you?”
Lu Jingcheng felt guilty. Of course he had not paid attention—otherwise, would he be in Class Ten? He would have been firmly in Class One!
But Ye Qingyang was willing to go back—back into the tiger’s den—for his sake.
This was truly deep affection!
Profound devotion!
Unbreakable loyalty!
Wholehearted willingness!
Deeply moving.
Lu Jingcheng patted his head. “Then I will go with you.”
“No need,” Ye Qingyang refused. “I can go alone. If you are willing, though, you can lend me a set of your clothes.”
Lu Jingcheng chuckled. “You do not want me in person—you want my clothes?”
“Exactly.”
“So you can feel like I am with you, giving you confidence and courage?”
“What are you even talking about?” Ye Qingyang laughed helplessly. “I just want to show off a bit—so when my aunt sees me living outside at school, she will realize I am eating and dressing better than at home.”
“Are you not already? Do you think I would treat you poorly?”
Lu Jingcheng opened his wardrobe. “Pick whatever you want.”
Ye Qingyang walked over, looked through it, and chose a jacket and a pair of jeans. The logos on both were big enough to be immediately recognizable.
Lu Jingcheng thought his choices were pretty average and picked out a few others. “These are more expensive.”
“These either have logos that are too small, or they are custom-made and no one can tell the brand. They are not suitable for showing off. If you are going to show off, people need to recognize it at a glance.”
He pointed at the logo on the clothes in his hands.
Lu Jingcheng understood and handed him a casual shirt. “If you are going to show off, you cannot wear your nine-dollar online T-shirt underneath. Wear this.”
“How is my T-shirt nine dollars? It is fifty!”
Lu Jingcheng looked disgusted. “Is there a difference?”
“Affordable and good quality!” Ye Qingyang insisted.
Lu Jingcheng gave a perfunctory “oh.” “Sure, affordable.”
Annoyed, Ye Qingyang smacked him with the clothes and carried them back to the chair to change.
Lu Jingcheng did not follow immediately. He grabbed a pair of shoes from the rack and tossed them at Ye Qingyang’s feet. “Change your shoes too. I will give you a matching pair of socks.”
Ye Qingyang felt he was quite thoughtful, but—“I cannot wear your shoes. Your feet are bigger than mine, did you forget?”
Of course Lu Jingcheng had not forgotten. “This pair is smaller. I bought it wrong before—you should be able to wear it.”
Ye Qingyang: ????
“You can make mistakes too?”
“Who does not make mistakes sometimes?”
Ye Qingyang almost laughed out loud, barely holding it in. He leaned closer and coaxed him, “I am praising you.”
“Shut up!”
Ye Qingyang reached out to touch Lu Jingcheng’s hair, but the moment he did, Lu Jingcheng grabbed his hand and pulled him straight into his arms.
“Your nerve is growing. You dare mess with me?”
Ye Qingyang laughed. “It was just instinct—just instinct.”
Lu Jingcheng snorted and rubbed his hair for quite a while. “Same here. Just instinct.”
That is not instinct, that is childish, Ye Qingyang complained internally.
After ruffling his hair to his satisfaction, Lu Jingcheng finally calmed down—and then realized Ye Qingyang was sitting squarely on his lap.
Lu Jingcheng: !!!
And you said you were not trying to take advantage of me!
He was about to speak, but then reconsidered. It seemed he had been the one who pulled Ye Qingyang onto his lap, not the other way around.
So Lu Jingcheng stayed silent, casually wrapping an arm around Ye Qingyang’s waist, even giving his hand a small squeeze.
Ye Qingyang: ???
Looking down at him, Ye Qingyang asked, “Can I get up now?”
“What do you think?”
Ye Qingyang had no choice but to remain seated. “But I really cannot wear a watch. I have only been living away from home for half a month. How could I suddenly afford luxury brands and a watch worth over a hundred thousand? If my aunt asks, I will not even know how to answer.”
“Just tell the truth.”
“How?” Ye Qingyang was confused. “How did I earn it?”
Lu Jingcheng chuckled, leaned close to his ear, and whispered, “By warming my bed, of course.”