CHAPTER 91: TEACHER ASSISTANT

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—?!"

But before she could finish formulating a strongly worded complaint to the universe, Wang Jingyuan began walking toward her.

Slowly.

Casually.

Wang Jingyuan stood in the hallway and looked at her for a moment, then he slowly walked over, casually unzipping his jacket along the way. Afterwards, he hung it on his elbow.

When he took off his jacket, a corner of the black t-shirt underneath rose slightly. Lu Qingyan caught a glimpse of the abdominal muscle on his strong, yet thin waist. The lines were beautiful and smooth, flowing downward into the waistband. Although this scenery appeared to have gone by in a flash, the high sex appeal still left behind a profound impression.

At this moment, Wang Jingyuan did not respond to her. He gazed at her for a few seconds, then stretched out his hand, bent his index finger slightly, and lightly swept aside the hair by her temples.

Lu Qingyan was stunned.

She opened her eyes wide and stared at Wang Jingyuan, who had drooping eyes. The other person’s hand was dry, yet warm.

When it stretched over and brushed against the side of her face, it was very light, but she still couldn’t help but tremble slightly.

She promptly retreated a few steps.

Lu Qingyan finally noticed the foam on his long fingers.

She recalled how when she was washing her face earlier, she was worried that someone had broken in, so her actions were hasty and she failed to clean the side of her face properly. There was probably still some foam left.

She felt a little embarrassed as she watched Wang Jingyuan leisurely wipe his hand with a tissue, one finger at a time.

The scene was actually exceptionally beautiful, and when she thought of his previous ambiguous actions, she suddenly felt that it was a little difficult to breathe.

She blinked, and her mind was still full of these messy thoughts when she heard him lightly say as he wiped his hand, "Apologies, I have obsessive-compulsive disorder."

After a pause, his voice carried a somewhat teasing tone as he glanced at the foam that was still stuck in her hair and slowly said, "I can’t stand seeing dirty things."

After he finished speaking, he threw the tissues into the faraway wastebasket.

The explanation seemed to be given to prevent her from misunderstanding.

Lu Qingyan stood there, humiliated, heart thumping wildly for reasons she refused to acknowledge.

She deliberately changed the subject, "Weren’t you helping out at that place before, why did you change jobs again..."

When work was mentioned, Wang Jingyuan pursed his lips and then indifferently said, "There are several, but all along, there hasn’t been a fixed one."

When he spoke halfway, he raised his eyes and flatly said, "It’s merely that you happened to run into it all recently."

She seemed to have previously heard from Han Ming that Wang Jingyuan’s circle was quite large. When their family conditions were still really good, they already knew a lot of people. It’s likely that these all became channels of social connections.

She suddenly remembered what Han Ming had previously said, full of melancholy, "As Brother Jing’s friend, of course we want to help him, but this person has never been willing to accept a single cent that wasn’t his."

So last time was also due to this reason...

Lu Qingyan still wanted to ask something, but Wang Jingyuan looked down at his watch, then raised his eyes to look up at her, "Student, it’s time for class."

Lu Qingyan blinked.

The tone was neutral. But something about the way he said "student" made her skin crawl. It was like he was secretly delighted to torment her under the guise of academics.

His manner of speaking was rather dull, but Lu Qingyan still seemed to have heard some type of malicious intentions from within his tone.

Sure enough, in the next second, she heard him say word-by-word, "Jia Hesheng said that if you don’t listen or aren’t obedient, it’s okay to assign a few more papers."

"Up to me to decide."

Lu Qingyan:"..."

Great.Before class, Lu Qingyan poured him a glass of water.

Wang Jingyuan walked over to her desk and caught a glimpse of her assignment "200 Basic High School Mathematics Practice Problems (2)" on it.

He only casually glanced at it, but still ended up discovering three wrong answers on the single page.

He put his fingertip on the test paper, drew a small circle, then raised his eyes, "These types of questions that even elementary students can do, you actually got so many wrong?"

When Lu Qingyan heard his slightly mocking, and then thought of the rigid Jia Hesheng, her whole being became a little upset as a result.

She sat down and said with a sigh, "That Teacher Jia, he insisted that I do this type of basic questions. Last time, I did it all right, but he actually accused me of searching up the answers online. And no matter how I tried to explain, he only felt that my attitude towards learning wasn’t proper. He even said that if I tried to copy the answers again, he will report it to my mother."

In addition to the unhappiness in her tone, there was also a hint of grievance, "So I could only deliberately answer some questions wrong this time."

After she thought about it, she tentatively asked, "Can you report the teacher, help me file a complaint against him?"

When Wang Jingyuan saw her like this, he thought Jia Hesheng’s appearance of earnestly reprimanding her and her expression of going through bitter sufferings, the corner of his lips faintly twitched.

He lowered his eyes and said to Lu Qingyan, "Take out the assignments for the competition class, and ask me if there’s something you don’t know."

Bless him.

His words immediately liberated Lu Qingyan, who felt like she was about to vomit from the amount of basic problems she had to do these days.

She immediately pulled out the papers from her schoolbag and gave them to Wang Jingyuan, then she started working on the weekend homework.

When Wang Jingyuan looked over her papers, he was very serious. He even tore a note and wrote the approach to understanding the problem and the reasoning behind her mistake.

It was to the extent that Lu Qingyan didn’t even have to ask him anymore, she could instantly understand the problem-solving process by reading the note.

She cannot help but marvel that Wang Jingyuan was much more useful than that Jia Hesheng.

Lu Qingyan also took out her physics error book to ask him questions.

When he answered, he was very patient and even clearly explained the difficult questions that had been plaguing Lu Qingyan for years.

Wang Jingyuan also brought over a practice test, but they were all relatively difficult questions.

He explained even that with patient detail, breaking down concepts that had plagued her since the dawn of time. Who knew the devil could also be a top-tier physics TA

After Lu Qingyan finished answering, Wang Jingyuan gave her his phone and had her directly look at the document on it for answers.

He then went to help her get water.

When Lu Qingyan was still earnestly comparing answers, a WeChat dialogue box suddenly appeared on Wang Jingyuan phone.

It just so happened that Lu Qingyan was about to scroll down to the next page, so she accidentally clicked on the dialogue box.

Lu Qingyan:?

She discovered that it was a WeChat group and that the person who sent the message had an English name — Kevin.

Lu Qingyan recalled that this was Han Ming’ s WeChat username, and not only that, but he also seemed to be the owner of this group chat.

Han Ming posted a video to the group.

The video thumbnail was red and seemed very purposeful. It had large golden letters written on it: Prosperity, Democracy, Civilization, Harmony.

Next, the group sent a series of messages in response.

— Brother Han Ming, you even watch this version, how thrilling.

— F*ck!! I remember this is the latest one, where did you find it from??

— So awesome, truly worthy of Young Master Han Ming. I remember that this is also rather high quality.

— F*ck, Han Ming, you sent it to the wrong place, this is the groupchat with Brother Jing!!

Lu Qingyan accidentally entered someone else’s Wechat group and originally wanted to leave, but when she saw the most recent message, she frowned slightly.

What’s going on with these people?

Why can’t they send it if Lu Qingyan in the groupchat?

Her brows furrowed.

Was this about propaganda videos?

What—was Wang Jingyuan allergic to national unity?!

Did socialism give him hives?!

Lu Qingyan’s jaw dropped as she stared at the phone.

What, could it possibly be that Wang Jingyuan was some terrorist, so he couldn’t bear to see propaganda films about socialism?