Han Xiaoye hung her head, filled with remorse and said, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have caused you trouble."
Her cute short hair seemed to droop, and she had a pitiful expression. Seeing the unexpectedly obedient girl, Fu Zhiyan's anger subsided a bit.
"This is the second time."
"What?" What second time? This person's way of talking was confusing.
Fu Zhiyan didn't respond to her. His gaze moved from her left foot to the wound on her neck, and with a decisive tone, he handed down his punishment, "Starting today, you'll stay at home and study diligently. Only when you score at least 300 on the next exam can you go out again."
"As for the choice of private tutor..."
"I don't want that Ji Shuya to teach me," Han Xiaoye blurted out in a hurry.
Fu Zhiyan pursed his lips and scrutinized her for a moment. Han Xiaoye straightened her chest, refusing to back down. Finally, Fu Zhiyan turned his head, "Tonight, I'll personally tutor you."
What!
Han Xiaoye was left dizzy by this explosive news. After Bentley dropped her off at the villa, Fu Zhiyan headed to the CT Entertainment Company. After waiting for four hours, the board members finally met the newly appointed young CEO.
...
In the evening, Fu Zhiyan returned right on time.
"Young Master, you're back. Miss Xiaoye has been waiting for you for a while," Auntie Wang took his coat and hung it on the rack, smiling warmly.
"Uh-huh."
Fu Zhiyan looked at the young girl who was sitting on the sofa obediently. He unbuttoned his shirt and rolled up his sleeves, revealing a fair wrist.
"Let's go."
Han Xiaoye obediently followed him into a spacious study. Fu Zhiyan asked her to sit at a small table near the desk and handed her a tightly sealed leather bag from his briefcase.
"What's this?" Han Xiaoye asked, puzzled, as she opened the leather bag.
A thick stack of exam papers fell out, with two bold golden words written in beautiful handwriting: Huanggang Exams.
Han Xiaoye's eyes almost popped out of her head. If there was one thing she detested the most, it wasn't nagging teachers or heavy homework. It was an exercise book called Huanggang Exams! It contained a compilation of various college entrance exam papers from recent years that were guaranteed to make you sick!
"Do pages 2 to 8 of the first volume."
"..." Perfect, it was the complete 2014 science college entrance exam set.
She raised her head, wanting to protest a little. However, as soon as her eyes met his penetrating gaze, she meekly lowered her head again. She picked up the Huanggang Exams and began to write diligently.
...
Two hours later, Auntie Wang poured a cup of coffee for the frazzled girl, who was biting her pen and downed it in one gulp.
"Ah! I'm going crazy!"
Mother Wang glanced at her paper that she had almost finished and didn't say anything.
"These exam papers are meant to show us how many famous lunatics exist in the world," Han Xiaoye mumbled, completely drained and slumped on the table.
"There's such a thing on the paper?" Auntie Wang asked curiously.
Han Xiaoye had a change of heart and let out a sigh. "It's all about these crazy things. The first one is about a model train driver who never runs late, like a hardworking machine. The second one is about conscientious construction foremen who have clear roles and work together seamlessly. The third one is about a wild swimming pool manager who adds water while draining it at the same time. The fourth one is about a deranged old farmer who crams chickens and rabbits into the same cage. And the most impressive one is about a spoiled brat who leaves home early but deliberately slows down, waiting only for his older brother to catch up."
"Haha!"
Auntie Wang couldn't contain her laughter and burst out laughing. But when she noticed the displeased look in her young master's eyes, she quickly composed herself and obediently lowered her head, pretending to focus on pouring coffee.
Han Xiaoye rested her head on the desk for a moment, then lifted it up again and resumed biting her pen to tackle the exam paper. As she watched the seconds tick away, she finally managed to fill in all the blank spaces.
"Um, I'm done."
"Oh? Hand it over." Fu Zhiyan lifted his head from the documents and reached out his hand. Han Xiaoye promptly scurried over and handed him the paper, behaving like a total flatterer. Fu Zhiyan picked up a red pen and scanned through it swiftly. The more he read, the deeper his frown became. Eventually, with a serious expression, he slammed the paper down and cast a few evaluating glances at the seemingly obedient girl.
"Auntie Wang, please step outside and lock the door."
His voice was low and left no room for resistance.
Auntie Wang gave Han Xiaoye a look, silently conveying her best wishes, and respectfully exited the room, ensuring the door was securely closed behind her.
As soon as the door shut, the distinguished man abruptly stood up.
"What... What are you up to?" Han Xiaoye cautiously retreated, feeling on edge.
Lost in her own thoughts, Han Xiaoye didn't notice when Fu Zhiyan lifted her chin and said, "Han Xiaoye."
"Here!" The words almost caused her to bite her own tongue.
She was being way too obsequious!
"..." Shameless!
Fu Zhiyan narrowed his eyes slightly and heaved a sigh. He shifted his attention to the exam paper lying on the desk.
"Come here. You don't know how to solve this problem? Let me teach you."
Han Xiaoye obediently moved closer. At first, she merely listened attentively to Fu Zhiyan's instructions out of fear of his anger. But as they progressed, she genuinely absorbed the knowledge. This man's way of teaching wasn't particularly exciting, yet he always managed to distill the complex problem-solving methods into the simplest and most direct approach. Gripping her pen, she rapidly jotted down the key points, afraid of missing any crucial details.
In the blink of an eye, the clock struck twelve, and Fu Zhiyan finished explaining the entire paper.
"How's that? Are you keeping up?"
"Mm!"
He lightly tousled the diligent girl's soft hair while she was correcting her paper, exuding an air of arrogance and nobility.
"Bring your textbooks and papers with you to the company tomorrow. I'll find time to teach you. If I'm busy and you have any doubts, ask my secretary. He's an MIT graduate, so his explanations may be more orthodox. Just jot down the correct answers for now, and I'll explain the reasoning behind them when I return."
D*mn it, even his secretary was an MIT graduate. No wonder he looked down on her academic performance. "... Okay."