CHAPTER 90: ILLEGAL

Lu Qingyan caught a glimpse of the title.

——200 Basic High School Mathematics Practice Problems (2)

Lu Qingyan: "..."

Lu Qingyan hesitated for a moment before asking Teacher Jia, "Then Teacher, am I handing it to you over the weekend?"

Teacher Jia, the ever-unbending man with the personality of unseasoned tofu, shook his head. "The one coming over the weekend is the teaching assistant. You can ask him any questions you have. Later, I will ask the teaching assistant about your situation."

Lu Qingyan felt that these make-up lessons had rendered counterproductivity to herself instead. In fact, when doing the assignment, she’d deliberately got a few questions wrong—just enough to avoid his suspicion—because answering everything perfectly might actually expose her.

After all, no real math-deficient student would breeze through 200 problems with flying colors.

***

When the weekend arrived, the doorbell rang not long after she woke up. She was still washing her face and brushing her teeth.

In her mind, she thought about how this teaching assistant came really early. She picked up her electric toothbrush and rinsed her mouth.

She hoped that this teaching assistant would not be like that Teacher Jia. He was clearly not that old, but he was so rigid that it caused people to feel suffocated.

She previously mentioned to Ivy that this tutor’s teaching method might not be suitable for her, but Ivy still insisted that she continued.

Lu Qingyan felt that Ivy’s method of discipline was really problematic. But the money was already paid, so there’s nothing to be done even if she doesn’t go.

While she brushed her teeth in the bathroom, she hollered with a muffled voice, "Wa’ a mo’n, I’ll op’n ’he do’r in a bi’—"

To be fair, even she didn’t understand her own sentence through the foam.

It was unknown if the person understood her words.

While rinsing her mouth, she mentally braced herself. Please don’t be like Teacher Jia. Please don’t be another rigid old man in disguise. Please don’t talk in monosyllables and sound like a textbook came alive...

Then, she quickly picked up the facial cleanser that was off to the side and squeezed a bit onto her palm.

But at this moment, there was a slight noise that came from outside the door.

Immediately afterwards, Lu Qingyan heard the door creaking open.

Then the sound of footsteps that weren’t quick or slow came from the hallway entrance

When Lu Qingyan heard the movement, her action of washing her face paused. She wondered in her mind, how did the door open?

She felt lingering fear in her heart for a moment.

Apparently, there has been a mentally illed person going around everyday knocking doors and harassing people recently. It can’t be that that person managed to get into her house?

Don’t tell me... the mental patient who goes door to door harassing girls finally chose me as today’s lucky victim?!

Her brain went through a rapid survival protocol. She threw water over her face, yanked the towel from the rack, and darted out the bathroom.

She’s typically home alone, so if she really caught someone’s eye, it’s uncertain if they wouldn’t realize that after carefully watching her.

A tall figure was bending down, leisurely changing shoes.

Like this was his house.

As if he’d lived here all his life and had just returned from the grocery store.

He heard her movement and slowly raised his head.

A pair of cold, fox-like eyes lifted to meet hers. Black hair half-covered his brows. His gaze was calm, amused even. Infuriatingly composed.

Lu Qingyan was standing there in her fluffy floral pajamas with a pink bunny-ear headband. Her face was still damp and shiny from cleanser. She looked like a dazed cartoon character that just crawled out of bed.

She stared blankly for a few seconds.

WTF.

"How come it’s you??"

She pinched herself, "Or am I dreaming? Am I still not awake?"

After she finished speaking, she breathed out a sigh of relief, "Am I still dreaming? Is this some next-level psychological horror? I actually dreamed of Wang Jingyuan breaking into my house—what kind of terrifying nightmare is this..."

Without waiting for her to finish, the sound of a boy’s voice that seemed to be smiling but also not, traveled over from the hallway, "Terrifying?"

That one word sent a jolt of realism down her spine.

Her brain finally caught up with her eyes.

This was real.

Lu Qingyan’s initial attempt at self-hypnosis failed. After she finally accepted the reality, her eyes widened in disbelief, "I’m not dreaming? This is actually real?"

Wang Jingyuan was unperturbed. He sized her up with one glance before he raised his eyes and unhurriedly said, "As it turns out, the student that Jia Hesheng described as having an extremely weak foundation, dishonorable attitude, and even liked to deceive the teachers was you."

Jia Hesheng was the name of Teacher Jia.

Lu Qingyan pulled down the bath headband on her head, "Seatmate, shouldn’t you give me an explanation?"

She stretched out two fingers and tried to forcibly suppress her previous panic, pretending to be calm, "First, why are you a teaching assistant?"

"Of course, right now that matter isn’t very important anymore."

"Second, how do you know the password to my door?"

Wang Jingyuan frowned. "The door was already opened. So I invinted myself in."

Lu Qingyan was speechless.

"You invited yourself in like you were some kind of—of—house spirit?! You think you’re a cat now? Just casually waltzing into people’s homes?"

He raised an eyebrow. "You told me to wait a moment. So I did. Inside."

She choked on her own words.

"I—You—You’re unbelievable."

"I’ve been told," he said dryly, slipping off his sneakers and stepping into her living room with maddening ease.

Lu Qingyan sputtered, "And that’s illegal! You know that, right? That’s—breaking and entering!"

"Incorrect." He placed his shoes neatly by the wall. "There was no breaking. The door was unlocked. The entering was announced. Technically, I’m just early."

"Technically—?!"