Unlike previous homeroom teachers, this one seemed to care extra about the students' situation.

On the first day, everyone was asked to introduce themselves, and some questions were asked to classmates.

If one class isn't enough, then use two.

He seemed to be very good at joking with his classmates, and he would always say things that made them laugh in a calm, even expressionless way.

The classroom atmosphere was therefore very comfortable from the very beginning.

From the start of the semester, the homeroom teacher began visiting each student's home one by one according to their student ID number.

Because Wan Qiu was admitted later, his student number was placed at the very end, and it would be quite late before it was Wan Qiu's turn.

The homeroom teacher called Wan Qiu to his office after class one day.

"Sit down." The homeroom teacher had prepared a stool for Wan Qiu in advance.

Wan Qiu watched as his homeroom teacher poured him a glass of water, and placed the cute disposable paper cup with a cartoon pattern next to him.

It was a pile of several anthropomorphic dinosaur dumplings, which Wan Qiu looked at several times.

"Do you like them? How about I give you a few? I made them to order, they're the only ones available."

After noticing Wan Qiu's gaze, the homeroom teacher even teased Wan Qiu.

It's not just that they actually brought out paper cups and took out a stack of them.

Wanqiu stared longingly at the homeroom teacher's beautiful fingers as she held the paper cup.

She's just not as pretty as Chu Yigui.

Wan Qiu accepted the custom-made paper cup, which was said to be unique to this company, and looked somewhat bewildered.

"I called you here to ask if you can keep up with the class's pace," the homeroom teacher said with a smile.

Wan Qiu vaguely noticed that the other person always seemed to be smiling, as if this expression was painted on his face.

"It's alright. I've been diligently reviewing my studies after school," Wan Qiu replied obediently, sitting upright.

"How are you getting along with your classmates?" The homeroom teacher tilted her head slightly.

“Very good.” Wan Qiu nodded truthfully; he just felt that things were very good right now.

“I’ve heard about your story, and your relationship with Chu Yigui.”

Wan Qiu nodded. In the entire school, there were practically no teachers who didn't know Chu Yigui.

"I heard you seem to have some minor issues, but you've been refusing to see a psychologist. Can I know why?"

Wan Qiu was taken aback, not expecting that the homeroom teacher would care about this matter.

Wanqiu hasn't received psychological counseling for a long time.

When Wanqiu learned that there was another person in her memory, she began to refuse Yanhua's psychological counseling because she did not want this to be discovered.

Now that it's all in the past...

“I’m willing to watch,” Wan Qiu replied. “I just feel that things are fine as they are now.”

Wanqiu felt that he was becoming like a normal person again.

If I don't want to bother others anymore.

"High school studies become increasingly complex, and students will experience a lot of psychological pressure, requiring some psychological counseling. The school has a dedicated counseling room, and you can go and see if you need it."

Wan Qiu nodded.

The homeroom teacher continued, "If you don't want to see a counselor, you can come to me."

"Thank you, teacher." Wan Qiu felt that this was the time to express her gratitude.

"You are different from other students, which makes the teacher more worried, but you work very hard and put more time and energy into your studies than other students. The teacher admires you very much."

Wanqiu thought this was probably a compliment.

Wan Qiu smiled shyly, pursing her lips.

Her cheeks were slightly flushed.

"Are you free today? Can I visit your home today?" the homeroom teacher asked.

Wan Qiu asked, "Is tomorrow okay? Tomorrow is Friday."

I'll go straight back to the villa on Friday night, not to the house nearby.

"Okay, it's a date then. Remember to tell your family that I'm really looking forward to meeting Chu Wanqiu's parents."

"Um."

Wan Qiu was allowed to go back, and before he reached the door, he looked back once more.

However, the homeroom teacher did not continue working, but watched him walk away.

Noticing Wan Qiu turn around, he raised his eyebrows slightly and smiled.

Wan Qiu left through the door again, never to see his homeroom teacher again.

Chu Yigui was also somewhat surprised when he heard that Wan Qiu was going to be visited at home.

The school did not require home visits; it seems to be just a personal action by the homeroom teacher.

“I haven’t attended his classes; he doesn’t teach our class,” Chu Yigui said.

Zhou Peiyu, standing to the side, said, "He taught me for a year. His teaching was so-so. He had a nice voice, but when he taught English, he always made people want to fall asleep."

"He's handsome too, isn't he?" Wan Qiu said.

"Huh? Handsome? So-so?" Zhou Peiyu touched his chin and thought about it carefully. "Ordinary looks, kind of like an older man. Pretty clean-cut, but aren't all teachers pretty clean-cut?"

Wan Qiu was stunned.

"Isn't he handsome?" Wan Qiu said with some doubt.

“You think everyone is handsome?” Zhou Peiyu said directly.

"Hmm...it's not quite the same." Wan Qiu hesitated.

Zhou Peiyu, however, got serious with Wan Qiu: "How is it different?"

Wan Qiu frowned.

He couldn't explain it.

But I just feel like something's not quite right.

During class, the homeroom teacher used a book to circle the head of his sleeping deskmate.

He wore an expression that was both amused and helpless.

During the lecture, as he walked through the aisle, he pointed to the knowledge points in Wan Qiu's book, reminding Wan Qiu to take notes there.

When he sternly reprimanded students who had done wrong, his tone remained gentle, yet it left no room for argument.

Wanqiu felt that at certain times when he looked up at his teacher, he felt that the teacher was somewhat different.

He's kind of handsome.

Chu Yigui stared intently at Wan Qiu, not missing a single expression on her face.

Zhou Peiyu didn't think much of it and asked directly, "Is he as handsome as Chu Yigui?"

"No." Wan Qiu answered without even thinking.

"No one can compare to your Yi Gui, right?" Zhou Peiyu couldn't help but tease.

Wan Qiu nodded very seriously: "Yes."

"That's hilarious!" Zhou Peiyu was amused by Wan Qiu's serious expression.

Wan Qiu felt that the comparison with Zhou Peiyu was meaningless.

But when it really comes to comparison...

For some reason, Wan Qiu vaguely felt that there was something similar somewhere.

The next day after class, the homeroom teacher waited for Wanqiu.

Wan Qiu brought his homework and books; Chu Yigui was already waiting at the door.

The homeroom teacher was not surprised and even greeted Chu Yigui.

The homeroom teacher exchanged a few words with Chu Yigui, and Chu Yigui, as always, responded politely.

In the end, the homeroom teacher looked at Wan Qiu and didn't pay much attention to the outstanding student.

The conversations with Wanqiu were mostly about getting along with classmates, studying, and whether there was anything they didn't understand in class.

His lack of concern for Chu Yigui seemed to stem solely from the fact that she wasn't his student.

There is nothing wrong with it.

"It's quite a distance; we're almost in the suburbs." The homeroom teacher looked out the window at the increasingly sparse buildings. "Are they going to trick their teacher into going somewhere and selling her off?"

“No.” Wan Qiu didn’t think it was a joke at all. “I only see my parents at the big house on weekends.”

The homeroom teacher laughed and said, "Yes, I know, I was just joking with you."

Wan Qiu hesitated for a moment, still unable to distinguish which were jokes.

"I'm sorry." Wan Qiu was even still considering whether or not to smile.

"Why should I apologize? It was my joke that was inappropriate." The homeroom teacher said, "A joke is only a joke if it makes the person being joked with laugh."

Wan Qiu was taken aback, having unintentionally learned a good way to distinguish between jokes.

"I know a little about your family situation." The homeroom teacher turned her head and half-turned to look at the two people in the back seat. "Chu Wanqiu has very powerful parents."

"Yes, my mom and dad are amazing." Wan Qiu was clearly pleased to hear her homeroom teacher praise her parents. "My older brothers are amazing too."

"Hmm, I heard your older brother is Chu Zhang, is that true?" the homeroom teacher asked.

"It's true."

"The teacher also likes Chu Zhang very much, and can sing many of Chu Zhang's songs."

The homeroom teacher even listed the titles of several of Chu Zhang's songs and hummed a few lines from them.

Wanqiu hummed along for a couple of lines.

Wan Qiu, who was singing off-key, was a little embarrassed, while the off-key homeroom teacher was full of laughter.

"Second brother is also very powerful. He is much taller than me, and he is very strong and muscular. Eldest brother said that second brother is also very good at fighting!" Wan Qiu immediately mentioned Yang Ze as well.

"There are very few people who exercise these days. You must have gone through a lot of training and have a lot of perseverance."

Wan Qiu curled the corners of his mouth.

I vaguely felt that the homeroom teacher's voice sounded better than when she was lecturing.

Chu Yigui watched quietly from the side, noticing Wan Qiu's visibly brightened expression after being praised for his family.

Students have a unique respect for their teachers and will greatly desire to receive praise from them.

"Yi Gui is great too." Wan Qiu held Chu Yi Gui's hand, a smile on his lips.

"Of course, all the teachers at school know how outstanding Chu Yigui is. With Chu Yigui as your friend, he should be able to help you a lot with your studies, right?" the homeroom teacher asked.

"Yes." Wan Qiu was clearly even happier when Chu Yigui was mentioned. "Yigui is my tutor."

The homeroom teacher laughed along with Wan Qiu.

"Chu Wanqiu is also a very good student, and the teacher has noticed it."

Wan Qiu was taken aback. After thinking about it carefully, he couldn't find anything outstanding about himself.

"Didn't you give your snacks to the girl with low blood sugar? You also take the initiative to clean up any dirty spots in the classroom, and I've seen you sometimes help your classmates with their cleaning duties."

Wan Qiu opened his mouth, clearly somewhat surprised: "That's because we have to wait for Yi Gui to get out of school."

"Whatever the reason, as long as you did it, it deserves praise." The homeroom teacher's voice was tinged with amusement. "It must be because of good upbringing at home."

Upon hearing about his family's upbringing, Wan Qiu, who was initially inclined to deny it modestly, no longer did.

Wanqiu seemed very happy because her strengths were praised.

Like a puppy being stroked on the neck, it looked at the person in front of it with its watery eyes, looking very happy.

Chu Yigui watched quietly, his expression remaining calm.

However, Chu Yigui's gaze, unusually, shifted from Wan Qiu to the front seat.

From his seat, he secretly observed this teacher with whom he had little interaction.

He's not handsome.

She has a decent appearance, is not overweight, is dressed neatly, and has well-groomed hair and eyebrows.

Occasionally, he would glance at Wan Qiu and Chu Yigui sitting in the back seat through the rearview mirror.

As always, Wan Qiu reached out and grasped Chu Yigui's hand.

They touched each other.

Chu Yigui noticed that the homeroom teacher's gaze, as he looked in the rearview mirror, lingered on their crossed hands.

I wasn't watching all the time.

It will just pause abruptly for a very short while.

The homeroom teacher arrived at the Chu family villa quite late and had dinner there.

He also subtly expressed his amazement at the Chu family's villa.

While Yang Xiaoyu was abroad, the homeroom teacher and Chu Jianshu had a face-to-face discussion about Wan Qiu's performance at school, and the conversation was relaxed and pleasant.

Although Chu Jianshu wanted to keep the homeroom teacher, the teacher refused, saying she wanted to go home.

Chu Jianshu asked Butler Bai to see the other party off.

"Mr. Chu, let me go see him off too," Chu Yigui said.

While it's fine to have Butler Bai escort people away directly, it would be better if Chu Yigui from the same school accompanied them.

Chu Jianshu agreed.

“Then I will too…” Wan Qiu instinctively wanted to follow Chu Yigui.

However, Chu Yigui suddenly nudged Wan Qiu's back unconsciously: "Go do your homework, Wan Qiu."

Wan Qiu took a step forward, following Chu Yigui's momentum.

He looked up at Chu Yigui.

A calm, unwavering gaze.

It's empty.

Wan Qiu nodded.

As he left, he glanced back at his homeroom teacher, who smiled at him.

But Wan Qiu looked at Chu Yigui as if by some strange twist of fate, and unusually, he did not meet Chu Yigui's gaze.

Chu Yigui was looking at the homeroom teacher.

Being taller than him, Wan Qiu looked down at Chu Yigui.

From this angle, it looks somewhat unfamiliar.

The homeroom teacher smiled and said goodbye to Wan Qiu.

Chu Yigui turned around, seemingly unconsciously blocking the two of them, cutting off any possibility of Wan Qiu and the homeroom teacher's eyes meeting.

“Go,” Chu Yigui said.

Wan Qiu nodded and turned back towards his bedroom.

The homeroom teacher followed Chu Yigui.

Before Butler Bai arrived by car, the two waited together at the door.

Chu Yigui suddenly asked, "Teacher Wei, are home visits required for all first-year high school students now?"

Chu Yigui remembered her homeroom teacher's name, Wei Ming, from the very beginning.

"It was just my personal behavior," the homeroom teacher said with a smile. "Paying more attention to students' family situations helps in understanding their learning progress."

"But next year, students will be divided into arts and sciences tracks, and the student body will be reorganized. Will you still continue to make home visits?" Chu Yigui asked.

The homeroom teacher tilted her head and smiled, "Yes, we will visit the homes of students we haven't visited before."

"You are very responsible towards your students," Chu Yigui said slowly.

"This is what a teacher should do."

Chu Yigui's expression was somewhat indifferent.

The homeroom teacher was also observing Chu Yigui, who seemed rather quiet despite being a student who received unanimous praise from all the teachers.

They were silent to the point of being somewhat indifferent.

Is it the same in front of other teachers?

The homeroom teacher narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Is there anything unique about Wan Qiu when he teaches in the classroom?" Chu Yigui suddenly asked.

"Haven't I already said a lot to Mr. Chu? Or is there something else you're concerned about?" the homeroom teacher asked in return.

"Parents are parents, and students are students. They want to know things that only students know."

A smile flashed in the homeroom teacher's eyes: "I thought you were the kind of well-behaved student, hahaha, that's good, it must be tough to always be a good student."

Chu Yigui did not answer.

The homeroom teacher stroked his chin and thought carefully: "After all, it's the first year of high school, and everyone's enthusiasm for studying is still very high. However, some people are secretly playing on their phones. I remember Chu Wanqiu staring at that student who was secretly playing on his phone, looking quite shocked, hahaha."

Butler Bai's car arrived at the door, and the two got in, still sitting one in front of the other.

This time, however, the homeroom teacher sat in the back seat.

"After class, the girls liked to surround Chu Wanqiu. At first, I thought it was because Chu Wanqiu was cute, but later I found out they were asking about you, Chu Yigui."

You'd be considered one of the most handsome guys in our school, right? It would be so great to have a "school heartthrob" competition, it would be so exciting!

"Chu Wanqiu occasionally talks quietly during class, but he doesn't seem to be engrossed in it. After saying a few words, he'll start listening attentively again."

Once I overheard them gossiping, and I found the content very interesting. Chu Wanqiu really has great perseverance in class; he wasn't curious at all.

The homeroom teacher was telling funny stories about Wan Qiu, and even Butler Bai couldn't help but smile.

Chu Yigui listened quietly to Wan Qiu from a place he couldn't see.

His expression remained calm, seemingly unable to react much to anything interesting.

When they arrived at the residential area where the homeroom teacher lived, Chu Yigui got out of the passenger seat.

"No need to see me off, go back quickly, it's so late and the journey is still so far."

The homeroom teacher said to Chu Yigui, who had already gotten off the bus.

However, the homeroom teacher changed the subject: "Or is there something you actually want to ask me?"

The homeroom teacher looked at Chu Yigui, who was standing not far away.

A mature and composed senior high school student, unlike a teenager; an outstanding student.

Even passersby would occasionally notice his excellent appearance and demeanor.

This student, who was praised by all the teachers, showed a cold side in front of him.

Standing under the streetlights at night, Chu Yigui slowly asked, "Does Teacher Wei pay this much attention to all students?"

“…Um.” The homeroom teacher hesitated and did not answer immediately.

For some reason, Chu Yigui's eyes couldn't penetrate enough light, making the student appear somewhat gloomy.

The homeroom teacher's smile took on a more meaningful tone.

"Even a homeroom teacher can only pay attention to a limited number of students."

The weather is starting to get cooler.

A gentle breeze blew by, carrying a slight chill.

The homeroom teacher wanted to gauge Chu Yigui's reaction to this statement.

But just like the wind, it blows naturally, a calm that goes unnoticed.

"Students at this age are generally more absorbed in themselves, which is why we feel that Chu Wanqiu is a bit special. As teachers, we always pay more attention to special students."

This is normal, and Chu Yigui understands this as well.

Chu Yigui slowly replied, "I understand."

Seeing that Chu Yigui was about to end the conversation, the homeroom teacher asked in return, "You seem to care a lot about Chu Wanqiu."

Chu Yigui looked away: "This is my responsibility."

The homeroom teacher watched as Chu Yigui got back into the passenger seat and the car drove away.

The homeroom teacher was puzzled for a moment.

Is one student responsible for another student?

The complex relationships within wealthy families are truly baffling to outsiders.

The homeroom teacher smiled wryly and turned to leave.

Wan Qiu was doing her homework in Chu Yigui's bedroom, even though it was already a bit late.

However, for Wanqiu, if he cannot spend more time studying, he will not be able to keep up with the normal learning progress.

Wan Qiu worked very hard.

When Chu Yi returned, Wan Qiu had only solved a few problems.

The sound of the door opening was not clear, and Wan Qiu, absorbed in the problem, did not hear it at all.

When Chu Yi returned to Wan Qiu's side, bringing a familiar scent, Wan Qiu finally looked up.

I wasn't scared.

Wan Qiu was never surprised to see Chu Yigui anywhere near him.

Chu Yigui bent down slightly to look at the title Wan Qiu had written.

When he lowered his eyes, they were almost closed.

From Wan Qiu's perspective, Chu Yigui was more lazy than usual.

This lazy demeanor is quite different from his usual serious appearance.

He braced himself against the chair behind him with one hand, thus revealing his very beautiful collarbone to Wan Qiu.

Chu Yigui slightly opened her mouth, as if she wanted to say something.

When Wanqiu was nervous, he said nothing again and kept his mouth shut.

But between these opening and closing movements, Wan Qiu felt a subtle sensation.

"Well done, you got all the questions right."

Chu Yigui's voice was lower than usual.

Chu Yigui would always praise Wan Qiu, occasionally accompanied by some body language.

Wanqiu really enjoyed the occasional small touches.

But Wanqiu suddenly noticed a warm sensation near his ear.

Wan Qiu immediately looked up, and Chu Yigui's finger brushed past his ear.

Wan Qiu shuddered instinctively and shrank her neck.

"I misread it; I thought it was something dirty," Chu Yigui said.

Wan Qiu watched longingly as Chu Yigui lowered her hand.

Sitting in the chair and looking up at Chu Yigui, Wan Qiu suddenly had a strange feeling.

This feeling is different from before.

"Yi Gui, you're acting strange." For Wan Qiu, when faced with something that puzzled him, he was more likely to ask, rather than keep pondering it himself. "You seem so strange."

Chu Yigui tilted her head and asked, "What's strange about it?"

Wan Qiu pondered carefully.

He didn't know what was strange about it.

For some reason, at this moment, Chu Yigui made him unable to look away.

It's like...

"It looks better than usual," Wan Qiu said truthfully.

Chu Yigui's expression froze for a moment because of Wan Qiu's words.

Then he smiled.

"Is she prettier than our homeroom teacher?" Chu Yigui asked.

“Yi Gui has always been prettier than our homeroom teacher,” Wan Qiu said honestly.

"Mm." Chu Yigui simply replied, "You did very well on these questions today. It's getting late, take a rest."

Wan Qiu nodded. As long as he could answer the questions correctly, he would usually be allowed more time to rest, which was not surprising.

"Let's go back," Chu Yigui said.

Wan Qiu stood up and rubbed his ears.

Under Chu Yigui's gaze, Wan Qiu also extended his hand.

Under Chu Yigui's gaze, Wan Qiu also touched Chu Yigui's ear.

Chu Yigui's eyes widened slightly, and her breath caught in her throat.

"Do you feel itchy too?" Wan Qiu asked.

Chu Yigui's voice seemed to falter slightly.

In the end, he didn't say anything, he just nodded.

"Hehe." Wan Qiu pinched his ear again. "Good night."

"Good night," Chu Yigui said.

Watching Wan Qiu's departing figure, Chu Yigui sat down in the chair where Wan Qiu had been sitting.

The chair seemed to still retain Wanqiu's warmth.

Chu Yigui's fingers kneaded the tip of her ear that Wan Qiu had touched.

His expression was somewhat complicated.