He tricked the female lead into becoming his boyfriend, but then went on to criticize the male lead.

Sang Jiuning touched her forehead where she had been touched; it felt even hotter.

Wen Zhaoci was right; it really was her roommate who helped. In her previous life, she had endured university, but now she was stuck with the daily grind of getting out of bed.

She expressed her dissatisfaction that she would have to take the entrance exam for this highly competitive key university again.

To get a good window seat in the library, you have to get up early. She really can't get up. This time, Su Qingyan and Qin Ying got up early to help her save a seat. She felt really bad for bothering them every time.

She pursed her lips, her mind racing, but ultimately succumbed to her determination to understand all the mistakes she made, nodding defiantly, "I wasn't thinking anything! Fine, I'll go. Who's afraid of you? I can't possibly lose to you!"

After saying that, she took the lead in tidying up the exercise books on the table and walked out, but the redness on the tips of her ears could not be hidden and drifted all the way to the ends of her hair.

Remembering her previous experience of being shut down by him with a single sentence when she tried to break up with him, her confidence instantly waned, and she could only whisper, "If you dare to act like a scoundrel, I'll call security."

Wen Zhaoci suppressed a laugh as she neatly folded her test papers, her fingertips tracing the edges of the paper, her voice laced with barely concealed amusement: "Okay, whatever you say. If you act like a hooligan, call security. I definitely won't fight back."

Sang Jiuning snorted, packed her things, and followed him out of the library. When they reached the school gate, Wen Zhaoci naturally reached out to take her bag, but Sang Jiuning dodged to the side and hugged the bag to her chest: "I can carry it myself, it's not heavy."

Wen Zhaoci didn't force her, but slowed down and walked side by side with her, holding her hand.

They soon arrived at Wen Zhaoci's apartment, which had two bedrooms, a living room, a kitchen, and a bathroom, except that one of the bedrooms had been converted into a study.

Looking at the spotless apartment, with its gleaming floors, Sang Jiuning asked, "Wen Zhaoci, should I change into slippers?"

Wen Zhaoci wanted to say no, but then, as if possessed, she took out her own slippers and handed them to Sang Jiuning, saying, "You can wear these for now, and I'll buy you new slippers tonight."

Not only do I need to buy slippers, but I also need to buy toothpaste, toothbrushes, pajamas, etc. It seems there are still many things that need to be added to the apartment.

Sang Jiuning paused for a moment as she reached for the slippers; something about what she was saying just didn't sound right.

Never mind, I need to start practicing questions. I have the CET-4 exam in two weeks, I really need to pass!

By the way, changing all your phone wallpapers to "May you pass every exam" lucky wallpapers might just help you perform exceptionally well.

Sang Jiuning changed into slippers and squatted by the entryway, fiddling with her phone. She scrolled around but couldn't find anything she liked. Suddenly, a warm shadow loomed over her. Wen Zhaoci's arm wrapped around her side, and his fingertip touched a wallpaper with the words "Pass CET-4 Guaranteed" printed on it: "This one is pretty. It matches my star perfectly. I guarantee you'll pass."

Sang Jiuning tilted her head to look at him, his eyelashes casting a faint shadow. Her heart skipped a beat. She reached out and poked his waist, her tone a mix of coquettish arrogance and unreasonableness: "If I can't pass the CET-4, it's your fault for not teaching me properly."

After saying that, she was clearly a little guilty. The original owner's foundation was average, and hers was very poor. The master could only lead you in, but cultivation depended on yourself. How could she completely shift the responsibility to Wen Zhaoci?

Wen Zhaoci grabbed her mischievous hand, pulled her up, and led her to the study, unable to hide the smile on his lips: "If you fail the exam, it proves you're stupid!"

Sang Jiuning: ...I really want to hit this person.

He raised his hand to hit her, but then remembered that he was there to study and be tutored, so he stopped himself and angrily pulled out a practice test and spread it out: "Explain the questions! After you explain the questions, I still need to memorize vocabulary."

The morning passed quickly. Sang Jiuning stretched and her stomach rumbled. She was hungry. Sure enough, she was fully focused on studying, which was both mentally and physically demanding.

Wen Zhaoci had already ordered takeout. Sang Jiuning bit into the sweet and sour pork ribs, her eyes crinkling with excitement.

Wen Zhaoci took a sip of water, glanced at her, and said with a hint of a smile, "Okay, I'll cook for you after your exam."

Sang Jiuning abruptly stopped chewing the ribs, coughed twice, and her cheeks instantly turned red. She felt guilty again. She had said before that she clearly did not like sweets, but cakes, desserts, sweet and sour ribs, which one of them was not sweet?

She feigned composure, looked away, and muttered, "I'm not a picky eater. I'll eat whatever you buy. It would be a waste not to eat it."

She picked up a couple of mouthfuls of rice with her chopsticks, buried her face in it and pretended to eat seriously, but the tips of her ears quietly turned pink.

Wen Zhaoci chuckled softly at her insincere expression, placing a larger piece of pork rib into her bowl. "Hmm, wasting food is shameful. Eat quickly, then rest for a bit. Review the key points we covered this morning, memorize them, and then memorize 100 vocabulary words. I'll check your work before dinner. Use the remaining time to do practice questions on the corresponding knowledge points; I'll help you organize them."

"Um."

Sang Jiuning stole a glance at him while biting her chopsticks. Seeing that he didn't tease her about it anymore, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief and finished eating the rice in her bowl.

Twenty minutes later, she slumped in her chair, rubbing her stomach and sighing, "I'm full, I'm full. This is so much better than the cafeteria food."

Wen Zhaoci finished packing up the takeout boxes, turned around, wiped her hands, and leaned against the kitchen doorway to look at her: "Do you want to lie down on the sofa for a while to digest your food? You can continue studying this afternoon."

Sang Jiuning nodded and was about to get up when she suddenly felt something was wrong. Who lies down to digest food?

Then she saw Wen Zhaoci reach out to her, his fingertips clean and slender. He gently pulled her up, and she bumped into his arms. Her nose brushed against his chest, which smelled of laundry detergent, and her heart started pounding uncontrollably again.

Just as she was stunned, seeing Wen Zhaoci's lips about to touch hers, she suddenly pushed Wen Zhaoci away, then turned into the bathroom and quickly locked the door.

Looking at her flushed face in the mirror, Sang Jiuning patted her burning cheeks hard, turned on the tap and splashed two handfuls of cold water on her face. The cool touch barely calmed her racing heart.

She took several deep breaths in front of the mirror before daring to look at her reddened eyes, muttering to herself: You really can't trust men's words.

A low, husky knock came from outside, tinged with a hint of barely perceptible helplessness: "Ningning? Did I scare you?"

He was too impatient. The kitten seemed very obedient, but if he really angered it, it would be a loss. He should take it slow and steady.

Sang Jiuning leaned against the door frame, pursed her lips, and whispered, "N-no, I'm going to the bathroom."

She dawdled for several more minutes until she heard no more noise outside, then dared to peek out through a crack in the door. She was met with Wen Zhaoci's smiling eyes. He was sitting on a low stool by the door, and it seemed he had been waiting for her for quite a while.

Sang Jiuning quickly shrank back, and just as she was about to close the door, someone gently stopped it. Wen Zhaoci's voice came through the door, gentle and clear: "It's time to organize the knowledge points from this morning."