While enduring the pain, Meng Yan comforted himself: "Meng Yan, you're sitting in the first row, which is the closest place to Fan Ziruo. As the saying goes, 'being near the water tower, one gets the moon first.' He Yunxiao will definitely not be able to compete with you in the future."

He Yunxiao paid no attention to Meng Yan and Huang Buren's movements; he was only focused on Fan Ziruo.

Just now, a wave of successful "responsibility" has yielded some results.

But if He Yunxiao were only satisfied with this, then he wouldn't be He Yunxiao.

Ha, I'm not fighting with you for the first row because the first row has lost its meaning!

He Yunxiao, holding the book, suddenly stood up.

To everyone's surprise, he actually held onto his mistake of being late.

Standing there, with a commanding view of the surrounding mountains, He Yunxiao deliberately spoke in a clear and articulate voice, as if afraid that others might not hear him clearly: "My lateness is a small matter, but the attitude that led to it is a big deal. Details determine success or failure, and attitude determines everything. Without rules, there can be no order. The teacher forgives me because I know my mistake and am willing to correct it, but I cannot forgive myself, so I am willing to accept the punishment!"

Everyone was stunned. Others let you off the hook, but you won't let yourself off the hook.

Am I stupid?

Sighs and jeers came from all directions toward He Yunxiao.

But everyone was immediately speechless.

After some build-up, He Yunxiao stated his purpose directly.

"I'm willing to be punished! I'll punish myself by shielding my husband from the wind!"

After speaking, He Yunxiao picked up the books he had prepared beforehand, stood up, walked past the first row, and went directly to the teacher's desk.

Without blushing or skipping a beat, she sat down to Fan Ziruo's left.

To be honest, this classroom is built by the pond and is open on all sides. It's morning now, and it's quite chilly.

He Yunxiao punished himself for being late by shielding Fan Ziruo from the wind, which is reasonable and understandable.

Ironically, the more people thought about this seemingly reasonable thing, the less they could understand it.

What the hell is going on? Wasn't this supposed to be self-punishment? Why is that scoundrel He Yunxiao able to get so close to Mr. Yuhe again?

Because when they had private tutoring sessions in the Fan family's study, He Yunxiao had sat to Fan Ziruo's left.

Right now, he's willing to punish himself by sitting on his left again, and Fan Ziru doesn't see anything wrong with that, either logically or out of habit.

She didn't say anything and continued lecturing. After a while, she suddenly realized that He Yunxiao's "windbreak" was really useful.

It seems the chill of the early morning wind has truly disappeared.

This doesn't make sense. He Yunxiao isn't a wall, so how could he really block the wind?

Soon, the observant Fan Ziruo discovered the trick.

The air around He Yunxiao seemed to bend, like the surface of a stone slab heated by the summer sun.

Although Fan Ziruo did not practice martial arts, she knew that this was a manifestation of internal energy being released externally.

She gave He Yunxiao a deep look.

He sighed inwardly: Even if it's self-punishment, it shouldn't be this bad.

Fan Ziruo's favorability rating has increased from 35 to 38.