Chapter 6: You're giving me homework?
Time passed slowly as the teacher's rhythmic explanation flowed. For Gu Ye, this was undoubtedly an unprecedented torture.
He sat stiffly in his seat, his back straight, as if in a struggle with himself. Those eyes, always filled with impatience or defiance, were now fixed on the podium, forcing himself to focus. A few strands of his silver hair fell disobediently across his forehead, which he irritably brushed back.
The math teacher was explaining a complex function transformation. Gu Ye's brow furrowed, his thin lips pressed into a stubborn line. He could feel the formulas and symbols drifting before his eyes like incomprehensible text, his mind a blur. He had missed too many classes, and his foundation was as weak as a sieve. The moment the teacher delved deeper, he felt like he was trudging through a fog, struggling to move forward.
A silent feeling of frustration washed over him. He clenched the pen in his hand, his knuckles turning slightly white. For a moment, he almost wanted to give up, as he had done countless times before, burying his face in his arms to completely block out the irritating sound.
But out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the open notebook beside him, and the words, "Pure torture," echoed clearly in his ears.
A stubborn spirit of not admitting defeat suddenly overwhelmed the frustration. He took a deep breath and forced himself to refocus. Don't understand? Then write it down. He no longer tried to understand every leap step immediately, but lowered his head and began to record it stroke by stroke in the notebook. He couldn't understand the formulas on the teacher's blackboard, but he copied them. He didn't understand the key points emphasized by the teacher, but copied them down verbatim. Although his handwriting was not neat and even a little crooked, it revealed an unusually stubborn seriousness. When he encountered a node that he could not understand at all, he would draw a question mark next to it or simply mark it: "I don't understand."
A day of math and physics classes was like walking through a thorny bush. Every minute felt incredibly long, and the intense concentration left him exhausted. But he persevered, not giving in or losing focus. He stubbornly battled through the unfamiliar knowledge, leaving traces of his struggle on his notebook.
The school bell sounds like the sound of nature.
Gu Ye almost immediately closed his textbook, his movements filled with eager relief. He quickly stuffed the notebook on his desk, filled with "hieroglyphics" and question marks, along with several brand new textbooks, into his schoolbag and zipped it up with a swish. Then he stood up, not even glancing at Chu Yan beside him, grabbed his schoolbag and was about to leave—this damn "torture" was finally over.
"Wait." Chu Yan's gentle voice was like a precise tripwire, sounding just as he was about to take a step.
Gu Ye's steps suddenly stopped, his body tensing instantly. He turned around with great reluctance, his eyes filled with a blunt, questioning "What do you want now?" He pursed his lips tightly and said nothing, his eyes expressing his intense dissatisfaction.
Chu Yan's face still had that impeccable gentle expression. He raised his chin towards Gu Ye's empty seat and said in a calm voice, "Sit down and check your notes."
Gu Ye's breath hitched, the air in his chest rising again. He wanted to just walk away. But the words "I accept the loss" were like invisible chains, firmly restraining his steps. He slumped back into his chair, his movements tinged with suppressed irritation. Then, with a resigned, "Whatever you want to see," he slammed the battered notebook onto the table in front of Chu Yan.
Chu Yan seemed oblivious to his resentment as he calmly picked up the notebook and flipped open it. His eyes quickly scanned the slightly messy handwriting and question marks of varying sizes, his fingertips lightly tapping across the page, occasionally lingering for a moment on a particularly confusing formula.
Time passed in silence. Gu Ye felt very uncomfortable. His eyes drifted to the window and his fingers scratched the corner of the table unconsciously.
"Here," Chu Yan finally spoke, his voice still calm. He pointed to a spot on his notebook with several question marks drawn on it. "The application of the formula for the derivative of composite functions. The foundation you've missed is here." He picked up a pen, pulled out a piece of scratch paper, and began to explain clearly and concisely. From the most basic concepts to the derivation process, and then to specific applications, his explanation was clear and easy to understand.
Gu Ye initially stiffened his neck, his attitude of resistance reeking of "I don't want to hear that!" But Chu Yan's explanation was surprisingly clear, even easier to understand than the entire morning's lectures. The fog that had been plaguing him seemed to be lifted a little by Chu Yan's words. His tense body unconsciously relaxed a little, and his gaze shifted back from the window. Though his face remained expressionless, his eyes involuntarily fell on the draft paper Chu Yan was writing on.
Chu Yan was incredibly patient, finishing each question before pointing to the next. Gu Ye would occasionally frown, a look of confusion on his face, and Chu Yan would pause and rephrase his explanation. He showed no trace of impatience, his voice steady and gentle, as if he were counseling a student who truly needed help.
Gu Ye's wariness and resentment, unknowingly dissipated in this focused atmosphere of explanation. He patiently listened, his eyes becoming increasingly focused. He even subconsciously picked up a pen and quickly filled in the blank spaces of his notebook with key points during Chu Yan's explanation.
The setting sun shone through the window, lengthening the two figures. Most of the people in the classroom had left, leaving only the two of them.
Finally, all the doubts that Gu Ye had marked on the notebook were sorted out. Chu Yan put down his pen and looked at Gu Ye: "Is everything clear?"
Gu Ye was silent for a few seconds before he nodded very slightly and uttered a vague "hmm" through his nose. He had to admit that this guy was really good at explaining the subject.
A satisfied smile appeared on Chu Yan's face. This smile looked particularly warm in the sunset, as if he was really pleased to have "helped" his classmates to improve. He packed up his books and notes gracefully, and then, as if suddenly remembering something, he said in a tone that was a little "for your sake":
"What we talked about today is the key foundation for subsequent learning. In order to consolidate the effect..." He paused, took out a few thin printed test papers from the side pocket of his packed schoolbag, and gently placed them on the open notebook in front of Gu Ye.
"These are selected exercises based on the knowledge points the teacher covered today." Chu Yan's smile was gentle and harmless, even a little encouraging. "Not many, just ten questions. Go back and finish them carefully, and hand them in to me tomorrow morning."
Gu Ye looked at the test papers that had suddenly appeared, filled with mathematical symbols, and his pupils suddenly constricted. The subtle sense of relief he had just felt from understanding the knowledge points, which he had not even noticed, was instantly wiped out.
"Homework?!" he cried, his voice rising with shock. He looked at Chu Yan with eyes filled with disbelief. "Chu Yan, you..." He was speechless for a moment, feeling a surge of anger rising to his head. Listening to lectures, taking notes, tutoring, and now homework? Will this torture ever end?
Chu Yan seemed completely oblivious to his expression on the verge of collapse. He picked up his schoolbag and stood up leisurely. He looked down at Gu Ye's face, which was slightly flushed with anger, and his glassy eyes that seemed to be spitting fire. The smile on his lips deepened, and his voice was as light as if he was talking about a pleasant little thing:
"Yes, homework. To consolidate your knowledge and deepen your understanding. Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Gu." He even added considerately, "After you finish, go to bed early to ensure your 'class listening efficiency' tomorrow."
After saying that, he didn't give Gu Ye any chance to refute. He carried his schoolbag and walked out of the classroom at a leisurely pace, leaving behind a back as gentle as jade.
Gu Ye froze in place, staring at the test papers on the table that were like death warrants. He suddenly looked up at Chu Yan's figure disappearing at the door, his chest heaving violently.
"Chu! Yan!" He gritted his teeth, practically forcing the two words out from the depths of his throat. He suddenly grabbed the test papers, crumpling them in his hands and groaning in pain.
He felt like he was about to be driven crazy by this psychopath. This bastard was definitely doing this on purpose. He was using this soft knife of "learning" to torture him, one cut at a time.
However, when his initial anger subsided slightly, Gu Ye's brows unconsciously furrowed again as he looked at the questions on the test paper. Those questions seemed to correspond exactly to the difficult points Chu Yan had just explained to him. He irritably let go of his hand, firmly smoothed the wrinkled test paper on the table, and stared at the questions with a complicated look.
Never mind… just do it! He wanted to see what other tricks this bastard could come up with.
Gu Ye sighed resignedly, and with a tragic and heroic attitude like a hero cutting off his own arm, he took out his pen and draft paper again, and began a new round of "torture" on the test papers.
At this moment, Chu Yan walked out of the school gate, the gentle mask on his face finally removed, revealing a sense of relief at having succeeded in his plan. He hailed a taxi and gave the address of the "Undercurrent" bar.
System: [Host's behavior deviates from the original intention of "helping the target learn"]
Chu Yan leaned against the back seat of the car, looking at the flowing night scene outside the window, a playful arc appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he responded in his mind:
It's better to leave him stuck in a pile of homework than to have him show up at the bar and ruin my plans.
Kill two birds with one stone, why not? 】
Thinking that Gu Ye might be frantically looking at the test paper right now, Chu Yan felt even happier. There shouldn't be any uninvited guests interrupting tonight's hunt for beauties.
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