So sweet! She's pampered like a precious gem in her little world.

Chu Yu couldn't believe it. "What...what did you say?"

Is this something Song Zhihuai would say?

Song Zhihuai's expression remained unchanged, and his tone returned to its usual coldness: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to eavesdrop on your conversation with your friend. I won't do it again."

"I was just joking. If I offended you, I sincerely apologize. I'm sorry."

Chu Yu was indeed a little embarrassed, but she didn't mind Song Zhihuai looking at her chat history.

The worst part is that he happened to witness this incredibly absurd conversation, making this moment a potential top contender for the most embarrassing and socially awkward moment of the year.

"It's okay, my friend just likes to joke around, don't take it to heart."

It's uncertain whether Song Zhihuai recognized that the person on the other side was Xu Jiayue. She should be cautious and protect our teammates.

Fortunately, Song Zhihuai didn't continue the topic. He bent down and picked up her schoolbag, saying, "Let's go."

The two walked side by side toward the school gate.

"Song Zhihuai".

"Ok?"

Do you work every weekend?

Song Zhihuai was taken aback. His work-study program was not a secret, but almost no one mentioned it to him.

Teenagers and young girls, in the prime of their youth, clumsily and carefully protect the self-esteem of others with sincere hearts.

He doesn't need it, nor does he like it, but he cherishes this kindness.

Unexpectedly, the first person to break this unspoken balance that everyone had maintained for so long was Chu Yu.

Song Zhihuai stared intently at the girl in front of him. Her expression was natural, her eyes were open, and she was simply asking a question.

A rapid, intense rhythm suddenly came from his chest, and his throat tightened.

"Well, what happened?"

"My mom wants to find me a tutor. Would you... be willing to tutor me?"

Although she and Song Zhihuai were in the same experimental class, the difference in their abilities was significant.

I originally wanted to ask him for private tutoring, but then I thought it would interfere with his work and earning money, so I felt it wasn't appropriate.

This time, the boy didn't hesitate. "I'm free on Sunday afternoon. I can teach you anything you don't understand, and there's no need to pay."

He spoke bluntly, as if there was no room for negotiation.

Chu Yu stopped and turned to look at him, her eyes serious and firm. "No, that won't do. We live in an era of paid knowledge now. I can't just take up your time and get your lessons for free."

The girl argued vehemently and didn't notice the boy quietly adding, "Okay."

"Then it's settled. From now on, Ms. Song will come to my house on Sunday afternoons to tutor me. My mother will pay you the tuition fee according to the market price."

"it is good."

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On Sunday noon, Chu Yu received a message from Song Zhihuai.

S: [Are your aunt and uncle home?]

Am I not upset? : [No, they're on a business trip, what's wrong?]

S: [It's okay, do you need a nap?]

Am I not upset? [Just come over as soon as you're done tidying up; I don't usually take naps.]

Actually, she did have it before, but as a bottom-of-the-class senior, she no longer deserved such a luxurious habit.

S: [Okay, I'll be there in half an hour.]

At that time, Chu Yu had just finished eating and was lying on the bed looking at her phone without any regard for her image.

She didn't expect Song Zhihuai to arrive so quickly!

He tossed his phone aside, rolled over in bed, and frantically began to get ready.

Her room was quite tidy, except for her desk, which was a bit messy.

The most urgent thing now is—she needs to get herself ready!

She had been wearing her pajamas since she took a shower that morning. Besides Aunt Su, there were two other cleaning ladies at home, so she usually dressed quite casually at home.

Chu Yu spent a long time browsing in the walk-in closet before finally choosing a classic sweatshirt paired with a pleated midi skirt.

After changing my clothes, I received a message from Song Zhihuai.

S: [I'm at your doorstep. Don't rush, take your time.]

Knowing the girl as he did, he knew she would rush out as soon as she knew he had arrived.

Song Zhihuai's guess was absolutely right. Chu Yu didn't even notice what he said in the second half of his sentence; she only saw his part about arriving at the door.

Less than two minutes after the message was sent, he heard footsteps approaching from afar, and then the villa's security door was opened, and the little girl came running to the gate of the yard.

"Slow down, be careful not to fall."

As Chu Yu opened the door for him, she replied with a smile, "No, I was afraid you'd have to wait too long~ Please come in, Teacher Song."

She stepped aside to let Song Zhihuai in, and only then did she notice that he was carrying things in both hands.

Song Zhihuai noticed her confusion and said softly, "Since it's my first time visiting, your aunt and uncle aren't home, so I just bought some of your favorite foods."

Chu Yu was stunned, not understanding why he would bring so many gifts when he came to tutor.

As the two entered through the gate, Aunt Su warmly came out of the kitchen to greet them.

"This must be the student Song that Miss mentioned! Hello, I'm Aunt Su, the housekeeper. Please feel free to tell me if you need anything."

Song Zhihuai hadn't expected that her family's servants would be so polite to him.

The Chu family is considered a prominent family in Yuncheng. No matter how busy Chu's parents are, they couldn't possibly be completely unaware of a boy who is going to come to their home to tutor their daughter.

His family situation must have been thoroughly investigated long ago.

Song Zhihuai never belittled himself. Although he had suffered countless scornful looks and ridicule since childhood, he knew very well that belittling others was belittling oneself.

He had long been accustomed to ignoring the gaze and voices of the outside world and focusing on his own life and goals.

Before coming, he had considered the possible situations he might face, but he never expected the attitude of the Chu family's servants to be like this.

No wonder a family like that could raise such a well-behaved little girl.

Like a little princess.

"Hello Aunt Su, you can just call me Song Zhihuai. These are Chuyu's favorite snacks, thank you for your help."

The young man was tall and handsome, and his every word and action was neither arrogant nor humble, but polite and measured.

Aunt Su smiled and took the bag from his hand. "Student Song, you're too kind. You and Miss go study first. I'll bring the afternoon tea over in a bit."

Song Zhihuai changed into brand new slippers and followed Chu Yu to the room on the second floor.

"Please come in, Teacher Song~"

Chu Yu pushed open the door, and Song Zhihuai glanced at the room's style, which was quite different from what he had imagined.

Aren't little princesses' rooms all pink, tender, and cute?

Just like her.

Like a delicate and delicious little cake.

However, this room in front of me—

The first thing you see is a large expanse of milky white, with a style that is extremely minimalist.

It looks nice, but it doesn't quite match the style he imagines his little princess to be.

"What is Teacher Song thinking? How would you rate the aesthetic style of my room?"

Song Zhihuai was just lost in thought when the girl's teasing smile brought him back to reality. He turned his head and saw her pretty, delicate face very close to his.

Her sweet scent filled his nostrils, making him slightly dazed.

He composed himself before replying in a low voice, "Perfect score, very beautiful."

As he spoke, the boy's deep eyes remained fixed on her, it was unclear whether he was referring to the room or the girl reflected in his pupils.

Chu Yu wasn't surprised by the answer. She raised an eyebrow, walked to the desk, pulled out a chair, and turned to look at the boy who was still standing there.

"Song Zhihuai?"

"Ok?"

The boy strode over to the desk, took off his backpack, and placed it on the chair.

Which subject would you like to study first?

The little girl, who had been perfectly fine just moments before, suddenly looked dejected and said in a pitiful voice, "Math..."

These two short words are full of emotion and rich in content.

Song Zhihuai seemed to be able to imagine the little girl's tearful state after being tormented by math problems before he arrived. His fingers, hanging by his sides, rubbed slowly, as if he was trying his best to endure something.

He suppressed the urge to smile, his tone gentle to himself, "Okay."

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