The plan during the day was clear: tonight's tutoring would be "automatic mode."
But even so, 38-year-old Shen Qiushan was still left drained after three tutoring sessions in one day, his legs feeling like jelly as he walked.
Teacher Chen, however, was in a completely different state. Her skin glowed with moisture, tiny beads of sweat glimmered on her forehead like morning dew on flower petals, sparkling under the light and making her look even more radiant.
"Qiushan, you're really in good shape! If someone didn't know, they'd think you're a young guy of twenty!"
Chen Xiangyu handed a glass of goji water to Shen Qiushan, smiling as she spoke.
"Yeah, but I can't match the twenty-year-olds—maybe twenty-five!"
Men, you know, have a ton of pride in this department. Even when they're clearly acting like a limp noodle right now, their mouths refuse to admit defeat.
"By the way, Qiushan, when did your English get so good?"
