Why are you laughing like that?

Shen Meiren shivered, feeling that something was not quite right.

"Are you sure? Don't regret it later."

Chi Yuan rested his head on his shoulder and hugged him, shaking him gently.

"No regrets! Absolutely no regrets."

Shen Meiren was unaware that she was about to make the most regrettable decision of her life.

"Come on, let me start by telling you from the beginning."

Chi Yuan spent half an hour summarizing the key points for Shen Yulou, and then gave him two questions.

"These two questions are ones I just explained. Now you can do them."

Shen Meiren looked at the exam questions, and her mind went completely blank.

Something's not right, why is this happening?

I clearly understood all the knowledge points just now, so why can't I do it?

I stubbornly wrote a few symbols on it, and then the pen stopped moving.

"I can't write..."

He lowered his head, like a child who had made a mistake, and spoke in a voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz.

"What did you say?"

“I said, I can’t write.”

Shen Meiren cleared her throat and raised her voice.

"You didn't even explain this problem, how am I supposed to know it?"

Chi Yuan bit his earlobe as punishment.

"Learning requires integration and application; you need to learn to use knowledge points flexibly."

"Instead of me teaching you one problem and you'll be able to solve it immediately."

"What's the difference between this and just memorizing the questions?"

"But I just can't write it! What can I do?"

Shen Meiren suddenly became confident and made a bet that Chi Yuan would definitely not do anything to him.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

Chi Yuan suddenly put away his cell phone and other electronic devices, and took out a large whiteboard from somewhere and hung it on the wall in front of Shen Yulou.

The sunlight outside the window was just right, making the room bright and cheerful.

Shen Meiren trembled as she looked at the tools Chi Yuan had brought.

Is this ruler and whip meant to punish him for not being able to make it?

"You...you're going to hit me?"

Shen Meiren shrank back in her seat, feeling that Chi Yuan was suddenly terrifying.

Is it really that strict? Surely not?

They haven't reached that point yet, have they?

"One mistake per question."

Chi Yuan's slowly approaching body was quite oppressive, and Shen Meiren suddenly wanted to run away.

"If you still can't do the problems I've explained, then you'll get one or two wrong."

"Is it the number of times you hit me?"

Shen Yulou was barefoot on the ground when he suddenly felt a chill in the air beneath his feet.

"Should we use a ruler or a whip?"

Mr. Chi appeared in front of Shen Meiren at some point, bent down, and firmly pinned her to the chair.

"You can choose whatever you like."

"Can I not choose any of them?"

"no."

Mr. Chi's smile was dangerous, and Shen Yulou felt like prey being targeted by a tiger.

"Pressure is a motivator, right?"

Chi Yuan pulled him back into his arms and patiently explained the problem to him.

"This is the second time. If you still can't do it, the punishment will be doubled."

Shen Yulou: I want to escape so badly, but I can't...

He trembled as he wrote the questions in Chi Yuan's arms, and after a long time, he finally managed to solve the first question.

I forgot about the second question after solving it halfway through.

"Go ahead and hit me."

Shen Meiren stretched out her fair palm and turned her head away to avoid looking at the torture Chi Yuan was inflicting on her.

"No, you!"

I was startled when a hand suddenly reached inside my clothes.

The man gripped his wrist tightly, placed his arm on the table, and bent it to support Shen Meiren's upper body.

A familiar posture.

Shen Meiren suddenly understood.

"What are you doing? Didn't you say you were going to hit me?"

"Yeah, but I didn't say I was going to hit your hand, did I?"

Chi Yuan pressed himself against Shen Yulou from behind, surrounding her between the desk and the stool.

"Didn't you say you were going to use a ruler or a whip?"

"You're cheating!"

Seeing that he couldn't break free even in death, Shen Yulou even wanted to send himself a song of farewell.

A large hand suddenly gripped Shen Meiren's slender waist, applying a slight downward pressure.