Yan Chiyu rushed home.

No rules about leaving a lady alone at night, or about being a gentleman, apply to him.

He quickly took a second shower, then changed into his pajamas and lay half-reclined on the bed to video chat with Wu Yue.

As soon as the camera focused on her, Wu Yue spoke first, her tone tinged with melancholy.

"Little friend, I'm at least 30,000 years old."

Yan Chiyu blinked and answered without thinking, "Thirty thousand years old? If you hadn't said so, I would have thought you were only three years old."

Hahahaha—

Wu Yue was amused.

The child has such a sweet tongue; it makes my heart flutter.

However, he admitted that his earlier remark was just a casual remark. He already knew from the time they revealed their identities that this age was merely an accumulation from other worlds. His true age didn't matter.

"By the way, when I came out of the shower, Teacher Mu called me and asked me to compile a few subject knowledge points for the class to use, so that the exams after the National Day holiday wouldn't be too bad. I guess even if I send the file to the class group, no one will download it."

After listening attentively, Yan Chiyu suggested, "Almost everyone in the class is a second-generation rich kid, with companies to inherit. We can start from that angle."

"For example?" Wu Yue was very curious about what ideas he might have.

The boy leaned his face forward, his beautiful, cool eyes imprinted on the girl's heart through the lens.

His voice was deep and magnetic, and his tone was unhurried: "We can be more specific and tailor our teaching to each individual. For example, if Que Guanghuai has over ten gigabytes of hidden files on his computer, then when you send this file, you can make it related to that. Or, if Yunwei likes Song Wenzhi, you could change the title to 'A Love Letter from Song Wenzhi'... The same goes for Mosquito."

Alternatively, if some classmates have already started learning how to manage a family business, you can reveal some business information in the title or preview. As long as you grab their attention, getting them to click on the content is the first step.

It must be admitted that Yan Chiyu's underhanded trick might be feasible.

Wu Yue then asked, "And the second step?"

“Special measures for special times – um, I haven’t thought of anything yet.” Actually, he could give each of them a talisman to make them fall in love with learning in a short time, but such a method would not solve the problem once and for all, and would instead cause greater harm.

A thought is just a thought; he cannot put it into action.

"Okay, I'll discuss it with Teacher Mou again tomorrow."

Seeing that Wu Yue was completely absorbed in reviewing the knowledge points, he felt inexplicably jealous.

The young man's gaze darkened, and he asked in a low voice, "What do you think about Wu Xingluo's claim that she divined in her divination that I am her destined love?"

"Are you sure you want to hear this?" Wu Yue raised an eyebrow, giving Yan Chiyu a heads-up, as if there was something super exciting ahead.

"Um."

Yan Chiyu pursed his lips, a few cold glints emanating from his lowered eyes.

“I think this kid might need to see a psychiatrist,” Wu Yue said seriously. “He dares to covet the man of our ancestor? Does he have a death wish? Besides, our Yan Xiaoyu doesn’t like men older than him; they’re too old.”

Yan Chiyu: ...

What's going on? I feel like I'm being subtly insulted?

Seeing his slightly stunned expression, Wu Yue suddenly burst into laughter, this time truly serious and earnest, saying, "I don't care what she divined, when I leave, I will definitely take you with me. If I can't take you, I'll contact the number three stack of staffs to store you inside. Then I'll retrieve you when we get to the new place, okay?"

"Sure." The boy lowered his head and chuckled softly.

I do.

I'm willing to be hidden away by you.