A god-level beauty system? But I'm already a god-level beauty!

Shen Ye carried Lin Chunuan into the bathroom and placed her in front of the sink.

"Alright, we're here," he said. "Go wash up."

Lin Chunuan stood in front of the sink, looking at herself in the mirror, and then at Shen Ye standing behind her.

The corners of her mouth curled up slightly, but she quickly concealed it.

"Brother, squeeze the toothpaste for me..." she said coquettishly.

Shen Ye sighed helplessly, "Nuan Nuan, how old are you this year?"

"Sixteen," Lin Chunuan said matter-of-factly. "So what if I'm sixteen? Sixteen-year-olds can still have their older brothers squeeze their toothpaste for them."

Shen Ye shook his head, but still picked up the toothbrush and squeezed toothpaste onto her tooth.

Lin Chunuan took the toothbrush and began brushing her teeth with great satisfaction.

Shen Ye watched her from the side, feeling somewhat helpless.

But there was nothing he could do about it.

Because she's his sister.

After Lin Chunuan finished washing up, the two lingered for a while before finally going out.

Throughout the journey, Lin Chunuan remained clinging to Shen Ye, holding his arm tightly and refusing to let go.

Shen Ye let her be, only occasionally reminding her to walk faster.

By the time they arrived at school, the bell for the start of morning self-study had already rung.

Shen Ye quickened his pace, entering the classroom almost right as the bell rang.

He had just sat down when the bell stopped ringing.

"You're really a master of timing."

A cold, clear voice came from the side.

Shen Ye turned his head and saw Mu Jingyan looking at him with a hint of mockery in her eyes.

"What does it mean to be a master of timing?" he retorted. "Didn't I arrive on time?"

"On time?" Mu Jingyan raised an eyebrow. "You enter the classroom only after the bell has rung, and you call that being on time?"

"I was already seated when the bell rang," Shen Ye said. "How can that not be called being on time?"

"You're really something," Mu Jingyan rolled her eyes. "Did you oversleep again?"

Shen Ye frowned. "What do you mean 'again'? I've never been late before."

"Really?" Mu Jingyan looked at him. "I seem to remember that back in junior high, you often arrived at the classroom right on time?"

"That's called being on time, not late," Shen Ye corrected. "Being late means you haven't arrived by the time the bell rings, while being on time means you arrive just as the bell rings. These are two different concepts."

Mu Jingyan was almost amused by his serious explanation.

"Okay, okay, you're right," she replied dismissively. "Being on time isn't the same as being late."

Shen Ye was somewhat dissatisfied with her perfunctory attitude.

"Your attitude doesn't seem very sincere."

"I'm being very sincere," Mu Jingyan said. "I completely agree with your point of view."

"Is that what you call agreement? That's just being perfunctory."

"How could I have been perfunctory?"

"You have it."

"I don't."

"You have."

The two started bickering back and forth.

The students around them couldn't help but chuckle as they listened to their conversation.

These two are both top students, yet they bicker like elementary school kids all the time.

But everyone could tell that the atmosphere between them wasn't stiff; on the contrary, it was quite intimate.

After arguing for a while, Mu Jingyan was the first to stop.

"Alright, I'm not talking to you anymore." She opened her textbook. "I'm going to start studying."

Shen Ye looked at her serious profile and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

"What are you preparing for?"

"Mathematics," Mu Jingyan said, "we'll be learning new material in math class today."

"Oh." Shen Ye also opened his textbook. "Then I'll help you preview the material."

"..."

The morning self-study time passed quickly.

The first class was math.

The math teacher walked into the classroom and began teaching new material.

Mu Jingyan listened attentively, occasionally jotting something down in her notebook.

Shen Ye sat next to her, seemingly listening to the lecture, but his gaze kept drifting towards her profile.

Her eyelashes were long, casting a small shadow under the light; her nose was straight, and her lips were slightly pursed, making her look very serious.

Her slender neck peeked out from the collar of her school uniform, fair and graceful.

As Shen Ye watched, he suddenly felt a bit thirsty.

Oh no, I'm starting to think about those dreams again.

He looked away and forced himself to focus on the textbook.

But the image of her from just now kept replaying in my mind.

Serious, focused, and beautiful.

After class, Mu Jingyan frowned as she looked at a certain question in her textbook.

She bit the pen, as if she had encountered a problem.

Shen Ye noticed her expression and leaned closer to ask, "What's wrong? Is there a question you can't answer?"

Mu Jingyan glanced at him and nodded.

"This problem," she said, pointing to an example in the textbook, "I don't quite understand this step."

Shen Ye looked at the question; it was about functions.

"This question isn't actually difficult," he said. "What don't you understand?"

"Here," Mu Jingyan pointed to one of the steps, "why does it need to be changed like this?"

Shen Ye looked at it and then began to explain it to her.

"Look, this function has these properties..."

As he spoke, he drew a diagram on a draft paper.

Mu Jingyan listened attentively, nodding occasionally.

But Shen Ye suddenly stopped talking.

"Wait, did you understand what I just heard?" He looked at Mu Jingyan.

Mu Jingyan was taken aback for a moment, then said, "I understand."

"Did you really understand?" Shen Ye looked at her suspiciously. "Then repeat it to me."

Mu Jingyan opened her mouth, but then... she couldn't say a word.

She was indeed listening, but for some reason, she drifted off into her own thoughts.

It might be because Shen Ye's voice was very pleasant when he explained the problem.

It could also be because his profile is very handsome when he's explaining a problem.

In short, she was definitely distracted.

Shen Ye couldn't help but laugh when he saw her embarrassed expression.

"What were you thinking about just now?" he teased. "Were you thinking about me?"

Mu Jingyan's face turned red instantly.

"Who...who misses you!" she stammered. "I was just listening to the questions!"

"Really?" Shen Ye leaned closer to her. "Then tell me, what did I just say?"

Mu Jingyan was startled by his close approach and instinctively took a step back.

"You, you shouldn't get so close..."

"What?" Shen Ye grinned mischievously. "Afraid of me?"

"Who's afraid of you!" Mu Jingyan's face turned even redder. "I just... I'm just not used to it!"

"What are you not used to?" Shen Ye continued to move closer. "Are you not used to me being this close? Or are you not used to the feeling of your heart racing?"

Mu Jingyan blushed completely.

She glared at Shen Ye, "You, you shut up!"

Looking at her flushed face, Shen Ye finally couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Alright, alright, I'm not teasing you anymore." He stepped back to his original position. "I'll say it again."

Mu Jingyan bit her lip, feeling both ashamed and annoyed.

That guy is really wicked.

But she couldn't do anything about him.

Shen Ye resumed explaining the problem.

This time, he explained it in more detail.

"Look, the graph of this function looks like this..."

He drew the diagrams while explaining them.

This time, Mu Jingyan dared not let her mind wander and listened attentively.

Her gaze fell on the drawing on the draft paper, occasionally glancing at Shen Ye's hand.

His fingers are long and slender with distinct knuckles, and he holds the pen beautifully.

She was somewhat lost in thought as she looked at it.

"Do you understand?" Shen Ye suddenly asked.

Mu Jingyan snapped out of her daze and nodded. "I understand."

"Do you really understand?"

"It's true," Mu Jingyan said. "This time it's for real."

Shen Ye looked at her, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"That's good."

He put down his pen and looked up at the top of Mu Jingyan's head.

Her hair was very black and shiny, with a soft sheen under the light.

He couldn't help but reach out and gently ruffle her hair.

Mu Jingyan was stunned for a moment, then looked up at him.

"What...are you doing?"

"It's nothing," Shen Ye withdrew his hand. "I just think your hair is quite soft."

Mu Jingyan's face turned red again.

She lowered her head and stopped looking at him.

But her heart started racing.

The feeling of him patting my head... was so warm.

She felt comfortable, but someone else did not.

At this moment, Chu Cihan was like a helpless wife, only able to watch Shen Ye and Mu Jingyan be intimate but powerless to do anything about it.

But she wasn't in a hurry.

Chu Cihan scribbled a few lines on the draft paper with her little hand, then tore off a piece, crumpled it into a ball, and held it in her hand.