"Siyu, what's going on?" Hua Kedu asked from the window.
"Nothing." Leng Siyu sat back down, pulled out her English workbook, then frowned and shot a glare at Xia Pengfei. "You may only use my time on campus."
"Deal!" Seeing the ice-sculpture beauty finally relent, Xia Pengfei agreed instantly.
In the back row, Ye Zhiqiu really wanted to tell Xia Pengfei that her time could be unlimited for him—but she didn't say anything. She only watched his back with melancholy eyes…
"And stay away from me!" Leng Siyu shoved his books back across the table.
"Do you want me to draw a demarcation line between us?" Xia Pengfei asked good-naturedly.
"Drop that frivolous, slippery tone, or I'll beat you till you're crawling around looking for your teeth!" Leng Siyu's apricot eyes widened fiercely.
Xia Pengfei scooted his chair inward a symbolic inch. Beat me till I'm looking for my teeth?—that was his line for Chongchong! This girl really was a little demon queen.
Ye Zhiqiu was fuming. That tomboy was full of flaws—why could she do whatever she wanted to Xia Pengfei? Even saying things like "I'll beat you till you're looking for your teeth." If she could win a fight, Ye Zhiqiu would have gladly slapped Siyu twice just to blow off steam.
Information tech class rep Zhan Yongsheng walked into the room and stood at the podium. Clearing his throat, he announced, "Ahem! Everyone, Teacher Shi is at a meeting in the city. This period is self-study."
Xia Pengfei instantly seized the opportunity. He pushed two history test papers across the midpoint of the desk. "Please! Help me analyze them—see if I have any hope."
Leng Siyu took the papers, skimmed both the objective and subjective errors carefully, then glanced at him. "Come closer."
Xia Pengfei leaned toward her—catching a faint scent of sweat from her earlier sprint. He nearly laughed. So that's why she wanted me far away.
"What are you spacing out for? Focus! My time is limited!" Siyu snapped, catching the suspicious look on his face.
"I'm all ears!"
"You've got too many problems. First—your factual foundation is weak. Take question five. It's about ancient handicraft technology. The stem mentions the Han Dynasty. And you chose B, blue-and-white porcelain. Mature blue-and-white porcelain only appeared after the Yuan Dynasty. The timeline alone rules out B!"
He listened seriously, pointing to option C. "What's this 'steel-pouring method'? When did that appear? I don't think our teacher explained it."
At the back, Jiang Meidan also found this confusing and perked up her ears.
Siyu shot him a sideways look and said coldly, "Didn't explain it? I don't believe you. You must've had a grudge against your previous history teacher, rejected him mentally, refused to cooperate, didn't listen in class—and now you insist it wasn't taught?"
"I… I'm not like that…" Xia Pengfei was sweating—his dark past exposed by the little girl in one clean strike.
"Like hell I'd believe you!" Siyu glared again, then continued calmly, "The steel-pouring method mixes pig iron and wrought iron. It first appeared in the Southern and Northern Dynasties. High-frequency test point."
When Siyu explained academic content, her tone softened—and her pure, pretty features only became more striking. Her eyes, usually sharp, were now clear as spring water… Damn, Pengfei thought. I never paid attention before—but this girl is seriously good-looking.
He kept his expression neutral. "I know my factual foundation is weak. I barely remember any historical facts. Dates are the worst, and the ancient economic history section is full of trivial stuff. I open the book and instantly get sleepy—"
"And that's exactly why you scored thirty-nine," Siyu concluded, sealing his fate. She pulled back her own test paper and pushed his toward him. "With motivation like that, you're hopeless in history. I can't teach a student like you."
This "teacher" had a temper—her face turned faster than a flipped page. Xia Pengfei hurried to declare loyalty. "I'll do whatever you say, exactly as you say. Is that okay?"
"Reflect on yourself. I'm doing my homework. If I feel better and have time, we'll talk." Siyu brushed him off and opened her English workbook, ignoring him completely.
…
"She actually told you to reflect? She really thinks she's your teacher!" During PE class, Liu Xudong nearly burst laughing when Pengfei recounted the story. "Bro, even your mother can't tame you—don't tell me she's going to?"
"Her? The person who can tame me hasn't been born yet." Xia Pengfei glanced at Siyu shooting baskets and scoffed.
"Not born? Heck, not even conceived. So you're not planning to cooperate with her? You don't want to get into C University?"
"I'll cooperate with the history stuff. However she wants to teach, I'll follow. But everything else? Sorry. Young master does not play along."
Coach Wang Dalong blew his whistle. The boys and girls of Class 1 quickly formed rows.
"Attention—rest—eyes right—straight! Eyes front—rest—attention!" Wang Dalong, dressed in branded sportswear, stood like a steel pillar in the center of the court. His voice boomed like thunder—no need for a loudspeaker.
After warm-ups, they began training. The boys practiced pull-ups; the girls did sit-ups.
Hua Kedu sat on a yoga mat, hands behind her head. Siyu held down her feet. "Use strength!"
But fat-training was a tragedy. Hua Kedu's waist and belly fat were thick enough to fight physics itself. She barely managed one sit-up before collapsing.
"Fat Dodo, don't hog the spot if you're not exercising! Move! Let me do it!" Gong Yingxue yanked her up. The captain of the girls' basketball team rarely spoke gently—she acted like an empress surveying her domain.
Siyu didn't waste words—she turned and grabbed Gong Yingxue by the collar, fist raised. "Talk if you want to talk—why touch her? Feeling strong, huh? Want to go outside and settle it one-on-one?"
Hua Kedu panicked and wrapped her arms around Siyu's waist. "Auntie, don't! One punch from you and someone will die!"
On the boys' side, Pengfei was just about to start pull-ups. He abandoned the bar instantly, sprinted over, and pulled the two girls apart. "Siyu, calm down! Deep breaths!"
Sensing danger, Gong Yingxue quickly retreated.
"Pick a time and place—we're still fighting!" Siyu shouted after her, scanning around sharply with her water-bright eyes. But the basketball captain had already vanished.
Pengfei shot her a reprimanding look. "Do you have any idea how strong your punches are? You're not a kid anymore—stop being so impulsive!"
Siyu replied casually, "If I'd really wanted to hit her, you think I would've waited for you? Don't be ridiculous. If I smashed her for real, who would take care of Yuanyuan while I'm in jail?"