“Physics, chemistry, biology, I don’t understand them. Go borrow your classmate’s notes.” Chen Qingshu’s eyes were red.

"You must be so kind of your Chinese teacher to teach math," Wang Peng said, touched. "My math was taught by my Chinese teacher."

"Stop talking nonsense." Chen Qingshu glared. "Go back to sleep. We'll continue tomorrow night."

"Thank you, teacher." Wang Peng stopped joking.

I bowed to the teacher to express my gratitude, then turned and left the teachers' dormitory, riding my bicycle home.

...

Wang Peng returned home.

My cousin was steaming rice in the kitchen when she saw my cousin come back. She hurriedly said, "Mengjiao has been waiting for you in the house for a long time. Go quickly."

Wang Peng glanced at his watch; it was already ten o'clock at night. He hurriedly grabbed his schoolbag and went to the main room.

He opened the door to the main room and saw Li Mengjiao sitting next to the writing desk reading a book.

"Ms. Chen asked me to tutor you." She put down Notre Dame Cathedral and picked up a first-year high school physics textbook. "Let's begin."

"It's so late, are your parents worried about you?" Wang Peng asked her softly.

"You think you can eat me?" Li Mengjiao sneered. "Don't misunderstand, Teacher Chen asked me to tutor you."

"Hehe." Wang Peng pulled up a chair and sat down next to her, taking out his physics textbook from his bag.

At 11:30 p.m., Li Mengjiao yawned and took out three notebooks from her schoolbag.

"These are my class notes, all of which cover the lessons you missed. I'm leaving now." She picked up her backpack and went home.

"I'll take you." Wang Peng quickly went to the bedroom to get a flashlight.

In my past life, I was mostly self-indulgent and lacked the ability to be moved by others.

Now we have everything we need, Teacher Chen, Mengjiao, I love you both.

"Mengjiao." Li Fang hurriedly entered the room carrying fried rice. "You can take it home to eat, or you can eat it here."