Chapter 99 Private Tutor
The confession wall at Yenching University was unusually lively today, Monday.
This famous young master from Jinghai City has made the list yet again.
The incident started when an anonymous student submitted a photo of Duan Mingxiao's back to the wall.
In the photo, the boy has broad shoulders and a narrow waist, and his well-developed back muscles completely stretch out his black short-sleeved shirt, showing that he has a top-notch physique.
The young master's profile was partially revealed, with sharp and delicate features, a high nose bridge, and a sharp, smooth jawline, making him look like a model.
Judging from Duan Mingxiao's clothes, he was probably secretly photographed a few days ago when the young master escorted Cong Chun back to his dormitory.
Cong Chun once asked him, somewhat puzzled, why he was escorting her back to her dormitory, since the young master lived in a house outside the school.
Duan Mingxiao raised his hand and ruffled Cong Chun's soft hair, messing it up. He pouted, his tone somewhat displeased.
"Can't I, this young master, exercise?"
[If Chun Chun hadn't refused, I would have carried him back to the dorm.]
As soon as he finished speaking, the young master smoothed the hair on Cong Chun's head.
Cong Chun was shocked when he found out. His legs were strong enough to walk, and he was healthy enough to run and jump. The young master didn't need to carry him.
However, when Duan Mingxiao's photo of his back was posted on the confession wall, the replies below piled up hundreds of times.
(This student is really fearless.)
(May this anonymous student rest in peace. Duan, a student from the Finance Department, Class of 2019, had incredibly powerful connections.)
(Have you ever heard the legend of Young Master Duan, the humanoid weapon?)
(Hopefully, this student isn't delusional. We're from different worlds. The person in the photo isn't some ordinary, unattainable beauty; we mortals can't look up to her. This is a deadly man-eating flower!)
(As expected, today's freshmen were infected again.)
(Well, that's normal, after all, Young Master Duan's good looks are a major attraction in Yanjing.)
Here, the two had just finished class. Ji Ruhui and Duan Mingxiao were both students in the Finance Department of the Class of 2019.
Ji Ruhui was wearing a white short-sleeved shirt today, much more low-key than usual. He had his hair dyed last night, and the pink hair on his head looked even lighter today, but with a faint scent.
Therefore, walking next to the young master made the other party feel somewhat disgusted, and Duan Mingxiao wished he could get lost.
Ji Ruhui, however, came closer with a grin. His hands were covered with jewelry, with rings and bracelets stacked on top of each other. Fortunately, his hands were very beautiful, enough to be used as hand models, so they didn't look cumbersome.
Ji Ruhui handed the content on his phone screen to Duan Mingxiao, which was a post on the confession wall.
The young master glanced at it, got a general idea, and simply muttered, "Boring."
They always love to take photos secretly.
The person who should be photographing him is just foolishly taking pictures of scenery all day, or of rotten fish and ducks.
Those idiots who shouldn't be secretly filming him always seem to enjoy it. Duan Mingxiao is too lazy to care, as long as they don't shove the camera right in his face, he's fine with it. He thinks these people have good taste.
At this moment, Ji Ruhui winked at the boy beside her.
"Ah Chan, I have something to tell you."
Duan Mingxiao looked at him coldly, his thin lips pressed into a straight line, his tone low.
What Ji Ruhui said next surprised and astonished the young master.
Cong Chun unexpectedly landed a tutoring job.
The students I'm tutoring are two people, one in high school and the other in elementary school.
After finishing his class today, Cong Chun rode his electric scooter over to a villa complex in Jinghai City, a well-known upscale neighborhood.
Cong Chun contacted the person in charge in advance. When they met, it was a dignified middle-aged woman who seemed to be a staff member of the villa.
Cong Chun followed behind the woman, and upon entering the gate, he saw someone he hadn't expected.
Meatball stood at the door and immediately came to greet Cong Chun.
However, a boy in a school uniform was also with the meatball. Both of them were Ji Ruhui's cousins. The boy, who was still in high school, was named Ji Feng.
Immediately afterwards, a familiar voice came from the corner of the staircase in the lobby.
Cong Chun couldn't help but look over. The boy's eyelashes trembled slightly. Why was it the young master again?
The terrible state Du Zelong was in at the Western restaurant last time is still fresh in my mind.
"Young Master, what are you doing here?"
Cong Chun couldn't help but ask.
"Aren't you training anymore?"
Duan Mingxiao pointed to the little bundle of flesh beside him and said matter-of-factly.
"I, the young master, will tutor him in his studies."
Immediately afterwards, the young master raised an eyebrow and curled the corners of his lips at Cong Chun.
"Teacher Cong Chun, is there a problem?"
Cong Chun shook his head, secretly glanced at Duan Mingxiao, and dared not refute.
A moment later, the little meatball sat to the side, counting arithmetic problems on his fingers.
Duan Mingxiao was absolutely furious with this brat; how could he get two plus three wrong?
He's got six out of seven orifices open—but not the other one.
[It's a waste of my talent to be teaching first-graders. Someone as smart as me.]
[Was this kid's intelligence cut along with his umbilical cord at birth?]
[His brain buds are smaller than a sunflower seed kernel; his brain is developing in a downgraded manner.]
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