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nTranslator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

nAn Xiaxia rolled her eyes at An Yibei and answered Xiao Yan in a serious tone, “Sorry, I can’t go with you. I have revision to do!”

nShe hung up after that.

nOnly then did she realize that the people around the table were watching her with even stranger looks on their faces.

nAn Xiaxia finished her dinner in a hurry. She then ignored her favorite variety show, rose to her feet, and announced earnestly, “I’m going to study now! Don’t disturb me!”

nAnother hush fell over the table.

nAn Yibei said with a straight face, “Dad, you should run a test on Xiaxia. I think something’s wrong with her head!”

n“Hey! You’re the one going nuts!” An Xiaxia pursed her lips. “What’s wrong with me wanting to study?”

n“Hearing those words from you means that whatever you have is already beyond curing.” An Yibei successfully scored a critical hit with his sarcastic remark.

nClutching at her chest with her hands, An Xiaxia returned to her room.

nPapa An smiled amiably. “I see Xiaxia is much more sensible now.”

nSheng Yize put down his bowl. “I’ll be her tutor.”

n“Yize, I’m putting my Xiaxia in your hands!” Papa An thanked him wholeheartedly, and Sheng Yize pursed his lips and strode into An Xiaxia’s room.

nHe sat down by An Xiaxia and asked her with an indifferent tone while she was doing her problems, “What do you think of that boy today?”

n“What boy?” An Xiaxia looked confused.

n“The one who asked you out to a movie.”

n“Oh… pretty nice. He’s good-looking, good-tempered, and I heard he’s got good grades as well. I think he’s also the president of the student union…” An Xiaxia listed Xiao Yan’s merits as she counted them on her fingers.

nWhen she looked up again, she saw that Sheng Yize’s face was darker than a rainstorm.

n“You look awful. Are you sick?” An Xiaxia reached for his forehead, trying to see if he had a fever.

nSheng Yize swept her hand away with a straight face. “Go back to your studies.”

nAn Xiaxia snorted and returned indignantly to her exercises.

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nThrough Sheng Yize’s devoted tutoring and An Xiaxia’s own efforts, her grades showed great improvement in the next two mock quizzes.

nIt was soon the day of the exam.

nPapa An prepared a nice breakfast for everyone. While Sheng Yize and the others sat down and ate quietly, An Xiaxia rushed out of her bedroom in a flurry.

n“Overslept again?” sneered An Yibei.

nAn Xiaxia couldn’t be bothered to banter with him. Taking out her phone, she put it on the table, then smacked her palms together as she started to mutter some unintelligible words.

nSheng Yize was sitting the closest to her and he darted a look at her phone. One corner of his mouth twitched.

nShe was paying respect to every famous figure, from Confucius and Mencius all the way to Newton. There was even a picture of Rong Che among all those people!

n“Superstition is useless,” said Sheng Yize in a disdainful tone.

nAn Xiaxia smiled her fangirl smile. “It’s not. My Rong Che oppa will bless me!”

nSheng Yize gave her a nonchalant look.

nThey were running a little late, so An Xiaxia rode with Sheng Yize and the other two to school.

nAn Xiaxia got off first outside school and gestured at them. “I’ll go in first. You guys wait for a couple of minutes out here.”

nHe Jiayu smiled gently. “All right.”

nHowever, he acutely sensed the person next to him move — Sheng Yize got out and went after that figure in large strides.

nThat was…

nShaking his head, He Jiayu got out as well. Just then, someone smacked him hard on the back. “Hey, He Jiayu!”

nPfft —

nHe Jiayu fought back his impulse to cough and could sense himself breaking into a cold sweat when he turned around and was met with Su Xiaomo’s bright smile.

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