When Song Xinya woke up the next day, she felt as if she hadn't slept at all. She was exhausted.
Her underwear was damp.
Moreover, her throat felt like she had been singing opera all night—it was so dry it was practically smoking.
What on earth happened to her last night? She only knew she had a dream, but she couldn't remember the details.
Song Xinya sat up in bed and looked at the camera on her desk.
The camera had a playback feature; one look and she would know exactly what had happened.
She threw off the covers, got out of bed, picked up her phone, and tapped into the camera's app.
She found last night's recording and played it.
In the video, her face was completely flushed, her lips parted slightly as she let out soft, enchanting moans.
Her cries echoed in the room, so seductive they felt like countless little hooks—tender, soft, and filled with an insatiable desire. Her sweet, languid voice was brimming with longing...
It was Song Xinya's first time seeing herself aroused on camera, and her first time hearing herself having a wet dream. That incredibly thirsty look shocked her so much she almost dropped her phone!
Was that her? Was that really her? Who else could it be!
She didn't dare to watch any further and quickly closed the playback! She tapped the delete button and erased last night's video clip!
This way, Qin Yuhe would never find out.
Song Xinya put her phone down and patted her chest in relief. Thank goodness she deleted the video early. Giving herself a mental thumbs-up for her quick thinking, she went to wash up with a peace of mind.
During breakfast in the first-floor dining room, Song Xinya asked Song Tingye, Have you taught Yanyan all the ninth-grade math topics?
Song Tingye replied, I have.
Song Xinya asked, How is she doing?
Song Tingye answered, Ever since you said you'd arrange for the whole family to celebrate her birthday next year, she's been much more serious about studying. At the very least, she's willing to learn now. As for the results, she's definitely made progress.
Song Xinya asked, What's the difference between teaching Jian Yiyi and teaching Yanyan?
Song Tingye said, Jian Yiyi is a serious and grounded student with a very strong comprehension ability. Yanyan, on the other hand, has a lazy and careless attitude, but despite her laziness, she somehow manages to learn all the material.
With one, you just have to teach, and she will study diligently on her own.
With the other, you have to coax her, trick her, chase her with a little whip, and force her before she's willing to learn.
Song Xinya said, Good summary. You know how to tailor your teaching to the student now.
Song Tingye asked, Should I teach Yanyan today, or go teach Jian Yiyi?
Song Xinya replied, You stay home and teach Yanyan today. I'll go to Jian Yiyi's house first to check out the situation.
After breakfast, Song Xinya didn't go to the company; she went straight to the Jin family villa.
A servant was waiting at the door. Miss Song, Young Master Jin said you would be coming today and asked us to wait for you here.
Song Xinya followed the servant inside and saw Jin Ruizhi sitting bolt upright at his desk. On the desk were a pen, a notebook, and a laptop for studying.
Seeing Song Xinya approach, he stood up. Teacher Song, I've been waiting for you.
Song Xinya said, Very proactive.
Jin Ruizhi replied, The clumsy bird has to start flying early.
Song Xinya said, You're being modest.
Jin Ruizhi explained, I mean I'm clumsy when it comes to studying, but not in other areas. I led our school's basketball team to win the National Youth Basketball Championship three times. This proves that my physical stamina and my ability to strategize in basketball exceed those of all my peers nationwide.
He looked at her with determined eyes. I believe my clumsiness in studying is only temporary. Through hard work and catching up, I will definitely surpass everyone else.
Naturally, Song Xinya wouldn't discourage him. I believe you can do it.
She handed him a USB drive. This contains the study plan I've designed for you. Follow it, and you'll definitely make rapid progress.
Jin Ruizhi plugged the USB drive into his laptop and began reviewing the materials.
Suddenly, a servant's voice rang out from the doorway. Miss Zhang, you can't go in!
Zhang Yingying shoved the servant aside and barged in. I have urgent business with your Young Master. If you delay me, even if a servant like you had ten heads, it wouldn't be enough to chop off.
That sentence almost made Song Xinya feel like she had traveled back to ancient times. What era was this? It was a society ruled by law; could Zhang Yingying actually chop someone's head off?
Zhang Yingying walked into the room. Song Xinya, you're here too.
Song Xinya replied, I need to tutor my client, so of course I'm here.
Zhang Yingying rolled her eyes. Client this, client that. Have you even signed a contract with Young Master Jin?
Song Xinya replied, I have.
Zhang Yingying was so shocked her rolled eyes almost got stuck. Signed! Did you really sign it?
Song Xinya said, Young Master Jin, tell her yourself.
Jin Ruizhi said, I signed a contract with Teacher Song yesterday. Teacher Song is now my private tutor, and I won't be needing any other tutors from now on. You can leave.
Zhang Yingying protested, I brought a lot of study materials today. They're the absolute essence of the high school curriculum. I stayed up two days and two nights making them. I put so much effort into this!
Jin Ruizhi said coldly, I don't need them. Leave.
He shot a glance at the butler, and Zhang Yingying was escorted out.
Song Xinya tutored Jin Ruizhi for the entire morning. In the afternoon, she left him ten sets of exam papers to practice on.
While he was practicing, she headed to Jian Yiyi's house.
Carrying two boxes of walnut milk in her hands, she knocked on Jian Yiyi's door.
The old wooden door creaked open, and a man stood in the doorway.
It was a man Song Xinya had never seen before...
