Dou Shiliu silently shut up. Whenever Mo Wuwang brought up any serious situation, he would always bring up Mu Yingying's father and give Mu Yingying a lecture.

"I was wrong, Uncle."

Dou Shiliu obediently admitted his mistake. He shouldn't argue with Mo Wuwang no matter what. He lowered his eyes and looked at his feet, which were wearing canvas shoes. They were size 35.

The host's feet are really small.

Mo Wuwang sat on the sofa, the words of reprimand he was about to say stuck in his throat because Dou Shiliu had obediently admitted his mistake.

Mo Wuwang looked at the slender girl standing there, the seriousness in his eyes faded, and his tone softened slightly.

“Your father and I both hope you can be well. I admit that I haven’t been able to pay enough attention to your upbringing because of work. That’s my fault.”

"Um"

Dou Shiliu responded with a loud "yes," which surprised Mo Wuwang slightly. He couldn't help but wonder, "Does this really mean they rarely have private conversations with me?"

Dou Shiliu raised her eyes. "Uncle, I don't want to stay at this school anymore."

If she were to encounter Xi Wang again, that kid would probably cause her a lot of trouble. It's better to avoid trouble, so she might as well transfer schools early.

Mu Yingying is currently a high school sophomore.

“No school would want you with your grades.” When this topic came up, Mo Wuwang’s eyes immediately turned serious. Although he wouldn’t attend Mu Yingying’s parent-teacher conferences, he still cared about her. He had shown her her grades for almost every semester. At first, they were okay, then they were barely passable, and now they were practically hopeless.

"Ahem, well..." Dou Shiliu tried to explain, but Mo Wuwang gave the order to enroll her in a tutoring class, making it almost impossible for her to transfer schools.

Dou Shiliu: "..." No, cannon fodder, I need to study very well.

Ignoring Dou Shiliu's refusal, Mo Wuwang enrolled her in a tutoring class without her consent, with a dedicated teacher coming to her home to provide instruction.

Dou Shiliu was helpless, but she could only nod in agreement. Mo Wuwang was now really taking her seriously.

The next day, Dou Shiliu was woken up by the nanny to go to school. Dou Shiliu impatiently threw a pillow at her and yelled, "Go to sleep! It's not like I haven't skipped class!" His host, Mu Yingying, often did this, so Dou Shiliu felt no pressure and continued to lie in bed.

Dou Shiliu lay comfortably in bed, her delicate face buried in the warm blankets, when suddenly the blankets were pulled off with great force.

Dou Shiliu's eyes snapped open instantly. He stood up, turned around, and immediately launched into a tirade: "I already told you, I'm not going to school today! Aunt Zhang, are you deaf or what?!"

Mo Wuwang's handsome and rugged face came into view, and Dou Shiliu's words had already been spoken and could not be taken back.

Mo Wuwang spoke with a cold, gloomy expression: "How dare you, Mu Yingying, insult your elders? Aren't you going to school?"

Dou Shiliu: "..." No, Mo Wuwang, let me explain. I'm a lovely student who respects the elderly and cares for the young...

Dou Shiliu was tidied up by Mo Wuwang and thrown into the car. Then today, Mo Wuwang ordered him to go home early, or his legs would be broken.

Dou Shiliu didn't remember Mo Wuwang ever being home, so why was he home this time? She rubbed her eyes, still half asleep.

Urged on by the driver, Dou Shiliu slowly got off the car and arrived at the school. The weather in April was neither too hot nor too cold, so comfortable that Dou Shiliu felt like taking a nap.

Unlike her usual heavily made-up face, her natural, fresh-faced beauty attracted the attention of many boys, who began to whisper among themselves.

"Which class are these students from? Aren't the new students here yet?"

"So beautiful!"

"etc……"

A boy squinted as he watched Dou Shiliu walk into the classroom of Class 3, Grade 11, and asked in surprise, "When did a new student arrive in Class 3, Grade 11? Is he a transfer student?"

The students in other classes were very curious, while the students in Class 3 of Grade 11 were also extremely surprised. They watched in bewilderment as a beautiful girl entered their classroom. Just as they were about to go up and ask her something, the girl walked casually to Mu Yingying's seat, stuffed her backpack into the desk, and then lay down on the desk and started to take a nap.

The students of Class 3, Grade 11: "???"

Did this pretty girl go to the wrong class or something?

Hesitant because it was Mu Yingying's seat, the other classmates didn't dare to go up and ask, but a few rowdy girls came in and saw that Mu Yingying's seat was occupied.

Chewing gum, she walked over and looked at the girl wearing Mu Yingying's clothes with a puzzled look at her companions.

"Sister Mou?"

Dou Shiliu didn't respond as she crawled on her stomach. Her face was buried, so no one could see clearly if it was Mu Yingying. The little delinquent girl didn't continue calling out either; she just turned around and went back to her own place.

She didn't dare to offend Mu Yingying. She didn't care who was sitting in her seat, since it wasn't her. The young delinquent didn't think much of it and took out her small mirror to touch up her makeup.

Dou Shiliu fell asleep until the teacher came in, and the other students looked a little strange when they saw her still in Mu Yingying's seat. She wasn't wearing heavy makeup, so was this beautiful girl Mu Yingying today?

Does Mu Yingying, who wears heavy makeup, swears constantly, and bullies her classmates, really look like this without makeup? She's practically an ethereal fairy!

Dou Shiliu woke up feeling refreshed and stretched, instantly sensing several eyes watching her from the shadows.

Dou Shiliu glanced at him indifferently, which startled the boys in front of him so much that they dropped their books.

Dou Shiliu: "..." Just how terrifying is Mu Yingying? Just one look from her and she scared these boys so much they dropped their books.

Dou Shiliu glanced indifferently at the teacher on the podium, as if she hadn't seen Mu Yingying sleeping below. Clearly, Mu Yingying was already someone the teacher had given up on.

Dou Shiliu took out his textbook and began to listen attentively, propping himself up on his hand and looking up at the black blanket above him. If there's nothing else he could do but listen to the lesson, what would he be doing?

The students in Class 3 of Grade 11 were first shocked that Mu Yingying was so beautiful even without makeup, and then they were shocked that Mu Yingying had actually started studying.

This...this is like the sun rising in the west...

Ignoring the probing glances, Dou Shiliu continued listening to the teacher. He found that what the teacher said was true, so his thoughts started to wander. What should he eat tonight? Oh no, first he should think about what to eat for lunch.

And what will Mo Wuwang do to teach this arrogant and unruly girl a lesson when we get back tonight? Sigh, today's incident was completely accidental. I blurted out some insults at Aunt Zhang this morning.