Chapter 35 (Second Update)
University students who had gotten wind of the news flocked to the live stream. After seeing their respective mentors, they exclaimed that their eyes had been opened and sent out sour comments like a resentful little grass.
[I was doing an experiment when I suddenly received a call from a junior student who said he saw our professor, who was on sick leave, appear in the live stream. I didn't believe it at first, but... well, a professor is still a professor.]
[This is a gathering of old rascals, hahaha.]
[Old Liu! I had no idea you were such a gentle man! What's with that double-tongued voice of yours?!]
University students are complaining bitterly, wishing they could replace Yan Xingli and take all the mentors for themselves.
Zheng Shoucheng, off-screen: Wow, that's surprising. After knowing them for so many years, he never knew these old guys had this side to them.
Although the professors all said there was no need to pay them, Yu Yu, who was unaware of the inside story, felt very embarrassed.
How can we let someone help us for nothing?
If you're not going to pay salaries, then give out benefits instead.
The child looked up at the elderly people with gray hair who were still very energetic, and an idea came to him.
"Thank you all for your willingness to help my uncle."
Only the world where Yan Xingli was injured was achieved.
Qi Youyu said loudly, "I will give a small gift to the teacher who comes to class every day."
What is it?
"The gift must be kept a secret."
Yu Yu was being deliberately mysterious, but everyone didn't take it seriously, guessing that it was some fruit or snacks, which are the kids' favorites.
After seeing off the kind grandparents, Yu Yu felt incredibly relieved, having resolved a major issue.
She pulled out her uncle's healthy growth plan and checked the box for "improving IQ and studying hard".
Yan Xingli glanced at the time; in less than 24 hours, he would begin his grueling tutoring life.
Having spent the day as a background character, Su Yu leisurely emerged from the bedroom.
Su Yu walked into the living room, cast a sympathetic glance at Yan Xingli from afar, then turned and went to the kitchen to pour a glass of hot milk, handing it to him.
"Xiaoxing, drinking a glass of warm milk before bed will help you sleep."
Yan Xingli looked at him with a slightly accusing gaze: "Dad, are you just going to stand by and watch? You raised me, you know better than Yu Yu whether I'm good at studying or not."
He longed for his elderly father to use his seniority to get him out of trouble, forgetting that he himself was Yu Yu's ancestor.
Su Yu gave an awkward yet polite smile, his face clearly saying, "Good luck to you."
With nowhere else to turn, Yan Xingli sighed to the heavens.
He tilted his head back and gulped down a large mouthful of hot milk, then took out a box of maltose from the refrigerator, rolled it up with chopsticks, and put it in his mouth.
This maltose has been adjusted for sweetness, so it's not too cloying. Yan Xingli enjoyed it immensely.
A little while later, a small head with pigtails appeared on the side of the table, its big, dark eyes staring straight ahead.
"Uncle, what are you eating?"
Yan Xingli used his tongue to pick the maltose off his teeth, glanced at the child, and without saying a word, picked up a mouthful of maltose and put it into Yu Yu's mouth.
The milky white maltose is as beautiful as snow. It has a strong chewiness when you eat it, and the sweetness is just right. However, it is sticky and crunchy, as if you are eating a plate of candied sweet potatoes in your mouth.
It was the first time Yu Yu had ever eaten such sticky candy, and she was quite uncomfortable with it. She puffed out her cheeks as if she was trying to scrape the candy off.
After trying to save herself for a while without success, Qi Youyu decisively turned to Yan Xingli for help, pointing to her mouth with a pitiful expression and saying:
"Uncle, the candy is biting my teeth, it seems like it loves me so much."
Yan Xingli curled his lips in triumph.
"Come here, I'll save you."
The child looked like a little hippo begging for food, his mouth wide open, revealing his chubby tonsils.
Yan Xingli pressed her head down with one hand and used two fingers of his other hand to rub her teeth together, removing the sticky candy.
Will you still be greedy for food in the future?
Fish squinted, savoring the sweetness, and said firmly, "I'm craving it."
Oh no, he can't trick the child anymore. Yan Xingli realized with a start that he seemed to have no way to deal with the child.
This discovery was confirmed after Yu Yu pestered him to put her to sleep.
Yan Xingli said impatiently to the little tail sticking to his butt: "Why are you so clingy?"
"Because I ate maltose."
The child declared confidently, "Now I'm Maltose, so hurry up and put me to sleep, or I'll hang on your lap!"
Su Yu cracked sunflower seeds and clicked his tongue, saying, "You brat, you're going to reject such a cute kid? You're a real beast."
During the live stream, the refined old father dropped his pretense and wandered around with a handful of sunflower seeds.
Yan Xingli rubbed his temples, picked up the child, and said, "Let's go."
The young actress who wasn't chosen tonight looked dejected. Su Yu spat out the sunflower seed shells from his mouth, put them in a tissue, and threw them into the trash can. He then leaned over and smiled slightly.
"Xiaohua, would you be interested in learning about cross-stitch?"
Oh, what a novelty.
Xiaohua readily agreed, and the two of them sat on the sofa to start a cross-stitch lesson. Xiaohua broke down in tears in the middle of the night: "I hate all threads and loops!"
A warm-toned bedside lamp was lit in the guest room. Yan Xingli lowered his eyes and gently patted Yu Yu's back with his warm, slender hand.
The child, half-asleep and half-awake, lay on his side hugging a doll, muttering, "Uncle, you should play a thug."
Yan Xingli raised an eyebrow: "Hmm?"
Fish: "Because you always manage to knock me out."
"..." Yan Xingli took a deep breath and gave a forced smile, "Then I'll go play a hero."
A male-centric script is much more appealing than a thug script.
Her uncle's voice was very soft, and even as she was about to fall asleep, Yu Yu didn't forget to respond.
"Uncle, don't be a hero, be a strawberry bear, all pink and cute to pinch."
The fish's noises subsided, and it slowly began to snore softly.
The thug Yan Xingli loosened his grip and only let go when Yu Yu was completely asleep. He bent down and quickly pinched her chubby little face.
She chuckled softly, "You're the chubby pink strawberry bear."
Yan Xingli was soothing the child that he also became sleepy. Reluctant to leave the warm bed, he simply lay down and covered himself with the blanket.
The grandmother and grandson slept soundly through the night without any dreams until they woke up the next day.
"Good morning, Master Fish. How did you sleep last night? Did you have any sweet dreams?"
Qi Youyu, brushing her teeth while standing on the children's escalator: "Senmo didn't either, um, Uncle's nose is throbbing."
Yan Xingli chuckled, his mouth covered in toothpaste foam as he opened it: "I didn't. You were the one snoring the whole time, but I didn't have the heart to wake you up."
Qi Youyu's little finger pointed firmly: "Uncle hit me, I didn't."
The grandmother and grandson argued incessantly in the bathroom, while Su Yu and Yan Yuanqing in the living room chuckled to themselves; their house hadn't been this lively in a long time.
"Good morning, Mr. Su and Ms. Yan."
"Mom, didn't you go on a business trip out of town? Why are you back so soon?"
Yan Yuanqing, of course, wouldn't say that she had come back specifically to see the spectacle of her academically challenged son.
"Oh, I finished up ahead of schedule and came back."
Yan Xingli came out wearing a face mask and peeked out suspiciously.
Yan Yuanqing went to the kitchen to help serve breakfast and called out, "Xiaoxing, you can't be late for school. Hurry up and finish your work so you can come and have breakfast."
"..."
Yan Xingli's back stiffened as if he had been electrocuted, and grief welled up inside him instantly.
Relaxing and pleasant times are always short-lived. When the doorbell rang outside, Yan Xingli, who was nestled in the study, trembled all over.
What was bound to happen has finally happened.
"Teacher Zhao, you're here." Yu Yu led the way with ease. "My uncle is in the study; he's a little shy."
"Okay, that's fine."
Upon seeing the figure at the door, Yan Xingli immediately jumped up and awkwardly called out, "Teacher Zhao."
The textbooks arrived in Yan Xingli's hands yesterday. The brand-new books exuded a pleasant scent of ink, but they did nothing to ease his tension.
He has long forgotten what he learned before, and now he can't even understand high school math, let alone university-level advanced mathematics.
Professor Zhao Zhixing took out an exam paper from his briefcase, his eyes behind his non-prescription glasses silently watching the student.
"Yan Xingli, is it? Let's see your basic level first."
Are we starting with practice questions?
The academically challenged student is trembling with fear.
Now there's no need to flip through the book. The moment Yan Xingli received the exam paper, his soul had already died.
The comments section was filled with nothing but schadenfreude and laughter, showing no sympathy whatsoever.
[Those pop quizzes from high school were terrifying; they were a nightmare for my entire senior year.]
[I'm breaking out in a cold sweat just looking at her on screen; this teacher Zhao has such a powerful presence!]
Just as the barrage of comments was going crazy, a small shadow appeared next to Yan Xingli. Qi Youyu climbed onto the chair and looked at her uncle with a grin.
Banquet Star Ceremony: →_→
"What, are you here to supervise me?"
"Uncle, I've come to keep you company at class," Yu Yu said kindly, resting her chin on her hands. "You must be very lonely without any other children to keep you company."
Yan Xingli's spirits lifted, and his dead soul seemed to come back to life a little.
"Really? You're that kind?"
Forgive him; he was truly terrified of being tormented and feared that the child might suddenly come up with another of Uncle Fei's mischievous ideas.
Qi Youyu: "Of course."
Yan Xingli: "Okay."
"The exam begins."
As soon as Professor Zhao Zhixing finished speaking, the only candidate immediately sat up straight, gritted his teeth, picked up his pen, and faced death with a sense of composure.
Professor Zhao is a professor at University C, whose main research areas are theoretical physics and condensed matter theory.
He's a perfectionist; even though he knew tutoring was just a formality, he still finished the lesson plan and PPT a day in advance.
During a break from Yan Xingli's practice questions, he turned on the projector and displayed the teaching PPT.
That serious and meticulous attitude moved even the netizens who were watching the spectacle.
[If they teach so diligently even when it's free, Yan Xingli has really hit the jackpot.]
"That's right. Given the prestige of our professorships, a single tutoring session would cost at least four figures."
[Professor? Huh? No wonder he sounds so academic!]
"Fish, fish."
Teacher Zhao gently reminded the children to look at the big screen, which was a simple dynamic diagram: a small square car, an arrow representing pushing, and a series of gradually smaller dotted arrows drawn behind it.
"Fish, look at this blocky car. Why can it stop abruptly when it's moving forward, instead of slowly stopping along the dotted line like the other cars?"
After watching Xiaohuahao's videos, Teacher Zhao discovered that Xiaohuahao's inertia law had failed.
That's why I raised the question subtly at this time.
"Because the car is very light," Yu Yu replied without hesitation. "A light car won't have inertia."
Teacher Zhao was taken aback.
But the Little Flower looks so bulky, how could it be weightless?
Did she change her mass properties the instant she braked?
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Author's Note: I'm so sorry, I fell asleep in the middle of the night while writing the second update...
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