So sweet! She's pampered like a precious gem in her little world.

Chapter 102 The aloof academic genius is totally in love with him! (12)

Chu Yu, of course, did not allow Song Zhihuai to practice long-distance running on the playground late at night.

Given such a great opportunity, of course she had to give him special treatment!

She rarely asked Song Zhihuai questions at school.

Song Zhihuai almost never explains problems to others in private. If he makes an exception for her, he will definitely be bothered by people every day from now on.

She didn't want to disrupt his rhythm.

then--

Song Zhihuai stared at the draft paper that had suddenly flown over to the table for a moment, then turned to look at the culprit.

The little girl frantically gestured for him to look at the contents of the paper.

The boy's long fingers pinched the tattered draft paper, carefully unfolding it and smoothing it out.

Above is a little girl's neat handwriting, copying a math problem.

There is another line of smaller text below:

Teacher Song, could you please write down the solution to this problem for me?

The boy slightly lowered his long eyelashes, concealing the depths of his eyes.

Teacher Song.

The girl's handwriting was elegant and graceful, with a touch of whimsy, just like her personality.

She appears gentle, delicate, and adorable, but she always follows her own inner order.

He looked at the four words on the note and could almost see the little girl calling him softly.

That one sentence was enough; she didn't need to say anything else, and he would agree to her request.

At ten o'clock, the bell rang, and the students, who had been eagerly waiting, rushed out.

Xu Jiayue slung her backpack over her shoulder and turned to look at herself before leaving.

The aloof class monitor, as they've always said, is now diligently packing Chu Chu Bing's schoolbag.

What was she about to say?

Forget it, let's talk about it tomorrow. I don't want to eat dog food here so late at night.

Her life matters too!

Song Zhihuai finished packing his things, looked at the little girl who was slumped over the table and dozing off, and said softly, "Little Chu?"

Chu Yu sat up reflexively, "I'm here, I'm here!"

Upon closer inspection, they realized that only the two of them were left in the classroom.

"Why is no one here?"

"The sports meet is tomorrow, and everyone is too tired to study. As soon as the bell rings, they rush out. Only one little dawdler isn't in a hurry yet."

Chu Yu was indeed a little embarrassed. Song Zhihuai already had very little rest time, and it was because of her that he had been delayed for so long.

"I'm sorry, you don't need to wait for me next time. My driver will be waiting for me at the door."

She stretched, stood up, and looked at the cleaned-up desk. "Thank you so much, Teacher Song!"

Song Zhihuai gave her a deep look, as if he had a lot to say, but in the end he just hummed in agreement and turned to walk out.

Chu Yu was confused and quickly put on her backpack and followed.

When they reached the classroom door, Song Zhihuai was standing by the door. "Don't worry, I won't leave you here alone."

Song Zhihuai took out his phone, turned on the flashlight, and handed it to Chu Yu, saying, "Here you go."

After Chu Yu took the phone, he reached out and turned off the classroom lights, locked the door, and then took the phone from the girl's hand. "Let's go."

Voice-activated lights were installed in the hallway, and Song Zhihuai always managed to keep the lights on precisely at the right time.

"There are lights in the hallway, why are you using a flashlight?"

As Song Zhihuai carefully helped her down the stairs, he replied calmly, "I was afraid the motion-sensor light might suddenly turn off and scare you."

No matter how careful he is, he cannot guarantee that the motion sensor light will not malfunction.

There was almost no one in the teaching building at this moment. It was dark and quiet all around. If the lights suddenly went out, it would definitely scare her.

Chu Yu paused for a moment, she hadn't expected this reason.

The boy was usually quiet and reserved, only speaking more in front of her.

I never expected him to be so meticulous.

The little milk cake's voice rang out after a long time:

[Host! Host! There are many things you don't know!]

【What's up? 】

[Didn't you notice? The bag of bread you gave Song Zhihuai the first time he visited your house wasn't the same bag he gave you the next day.]

Chu Yu was taken aback and thought about it carefully.

The bread in the bag was the same as the one she bought the day before, and she didn't check the production date carefully.

However, Song Zhihuai said he had already eaten, but not a single piece of bread was missing from the bag.

So he bought a new pack?

[Hmm~ He didn't want you to eat leftover bread, so he got up early the next morning and went to the supermarket to buy you freshly baked bread that day.]

No wonder! She was also a little puzzled when she ate it. How could bread that had been left overnight still be so soft and delicious!

This man is really...

Stepping out of the teaching building, the streetlights on campus were fairly bright, so Song Zhihuai turned off his flashlight.

Seeing that he was still following her towards the school gate, Chu Yu couldn't help but ask, "Didn't you ride your bike today?"

The carport isn't facing this way.

"Let me get you into the car first."

The next second, the little girl suddenly grabbed his wrist.

Even through the thin fabric of his school uniform, he could still vaguely feel a burning sensation in his wrist.

"That's just right!"

"Ok?"

"Let's go together in my car! You can leave your car under the shed and ride it later."

The girl's eyes seemed to shimmer with shards of light in the darkness, making it impossible for him to utter a single word of refusal.

"it is good."

The driver stood by the car waiting. He had just received a message from the young lady saying she would be a little late, so he wasn't in a hurry.

Chu Yu led Song Zhihuai to the car, "Uncle Wang, could you please take Teacher Song home first?"

The driver had driven Song Zhihuai a few times before and had a good impression of him. He greeted them politely and told them to get in the car quickly.

The car drove smoothly on the city's main road.

The light from the streetlights streamed through the car windows, casting flickering light inside the vehicle.

Suddenly remembering something, she turned to look at the sitting boy, "Song Zhihuai."

Upon hearing this, the boy turned to look at her. "What's wrong?"

"You didn't throw away those sheets of paper you used to explain the problem to me, did you?"

Although she understood at the time, she might still not know how to do it next time she encounters the same situation.

So she had to keep the notes safe so she could refer to them again if she didn't understand them.

Song Zhihuai has been teaching her for so long, he should remember her habits and must have already put it in her schoolbag for her. She just asked about it when she remembered it.

Unexpectedly, the boy next to her remained silent for a long time without answering her.

Chu Yu's heart skipped a beat.

Somewhat incredulously, he asked, "You...you didn't...you threw it away, did you?"

This was completely unlike Song Zhihuai's usual cautious and meticulous style, so she hadn't even considered this possibility.

Song Zhihuai responded softly, "Okay, I'll rewrite it for you another day."

"Oh, okay."

The car quickly arrived at the old residential area where Song Zhihuai lived.

"Uncle Wang, just park at the entrance of the community. The roads inside are narrow and it's hard for cars to pass."

The car stopped at the entrance of the residential area. Song Zhihuai thanked the driver first, then turned to Chu Yu and said gently, "Thank you for today. Go home and get some rest. See you tomorrow."

"You too, see you tomorrow!"

Song Zhihuai stood by the roadside and watched the car drive away before turning around and walking into the residential area.

Moonlight streamed through the glass window and shone on the old desk by the window.

Several slightly worn sheets of paper were neatly arranged on the table.

The edges of the paper seemed to have been carefully smoothed out by its owner and pressed down by a thick book.

The moon peeked through the curtains and secretly glimpsed the contents of the paper.

[Teacher Song, could you please write down the solution to this problem for me?]

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I made a small change to the last chapter.

Xiao Song changed her bread-buying time from the evening to the morning; that makes more sense.

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