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

Sang Jiuning snapped back to reality, quickly took off her headphones, unbuckled her seatbelt, and awkwardly opened the door to get out, following Wen Zhaoci into the store with her head down.

When did she start to lose focus?

She couldn't remember clearly herself, only that the voice in her earphones gradually became blurred, and her nose was filled with the light fragrance of the car, mixed with the refreshing scent of Wen Zhaoci. Her mind involuntarily began to go blank.

She had been following behind Wen Zhaoci, but she wasn't paying attention to her footing and stepped into a crack in the paving stones, causing her to sway. Instinctively, she grabbed the hem of the person in front of her.

Wen Zhaoci immediately stopped and turned to help her, his fingertips gripping her arm to steady her. He looked down at her fingers clutching the hem of his clothes, his voice tinged with amusement: "Why are you walking with the same foot? Are you so nervous?"

Sang Jiuning quickly let go of her hand, took half a step back, shook her head, and refused to speak. How could she not be nervous? Was it time to translate the listening comprehension section?

I feel like I'm walking on a knife's edge with every step I take; it's so agonizing.

She screamed inwardly: This English is simply inhuman! China is a vast country with so many languages, and we haven't even mastered them all, so why bother learning English?

Wen Zhaoci took a step back, naturally taking her hand and leading her into the shop. The warmth of his palm enveloped her slightly cool hand. Sang Jiuning tried to pull away but couldn't, so she let him hold her hand.

Because Wen Zhaoci had made a reservation in advance, the dishes were also ordered beforehand. As soon as they arrived, the waiter quickly brought out the dishes and noodles, and the table was full of steaming plates.

Sang Jiuning saw a small dish of peeled garlic cloves; without garlic, the noodles would be half as flavorful.

Wen Zhaoci poured her a glass of warm lemon water and pushed it in front of her, raising her chin to indicate that she shouldn't stare at the few bare cloves of garlic: "Eat something first, then take the test, so you won't say I'm taking advantage of you not eating and your brain isn't working properly."

Sang Jiuning: ...I'm so annoyed, he saw right through my thoughts.

She took a big sip from the cup, the sour and slightly sweet flavor spreading across her tongue—it was delicious.

Halfway through the meal, Wen Zhaoci suddenly pulled out her phone from the table. Sang Jiuning, with a mouthful of noodles still in her mouth, looked up and mumbled, "Why did you take my phone?"

"Didn't I say I was going to test your listening skills?" Wen Zhaoci scrolled through the screen, actually wanting to see if Sang Jiuning had Weng Zhicheng and Fu Yanchen's contact information on her phone.

Sang Jiuning quickly swallowed what was in her mouth: "The hearing link was sent to me by you, you can also see it on your own phone."

Wen Zhaoci's fingers didn't stop, and without even looking up, she curled the corners of her lips: "Let me see where you're listening on your phone. Just start from that point, so we don't have to drag the progress bar again."

Sang Jiuning stopped arguing and obediently held her chopsticks while waiting for him to ask her a question. She wasn't afraid that Wen Zhaoci would go through her phone, since there wasn't anything strange on it.

After the audio finished playing, Sang Jiuning stammered through the story, making several mistakes in tense. Her ears slowly turned red, and she tightened her grip on the chopsticks.

Wen Zhaoci didn't rush her. After she finished speaking, he slowly pointed out her mistakes, tapping the phone screen across the table with his fingertip, his voice gentle: "This is the past perfect tense. Want to hear it again?"

Sang Jiuning leaned over and pressed the replay button, her head instinctively moving closer to him, the top of her hair almost brushing against Wen Zhaoci's shoulder. The light scent of shampoo wafted over, and Wen Zhaoci's fingers, which were scrolling through the screen, paused. His Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and he quietly moved a little closer.

After Sang Jiuning finished correcting her mistakes, she didn't even realize that the two of them were standing so close. Her focus was on those few ridiculously wrong words and grammar points.

After dinner, on the way back, Sang Jiuning listened to the audio recordings she had listened to on the way there. This time, she didn't get distracted. Her fingertips gripped the seatbelt, her attention completely focused on the pronunciation in the headphones. Occasionally, she could even silently repeat a few words. Wen Zhaoci glanced at her sideways, a smile playing on his lips, but didn't say anything to disturb her.

When the car stopped in the apartment building's basement to listen to the final performance, Sang Jiuning had just finished listening to the last part, took off her headphones and breathed a sigh of relief, only to be pulled into the elevator by Wen Zhaoci.

Another hour passed while she memorized the words. Sang Jiuning felt like the twenty-six letters of the alphabet were dancing wildly in her head, making her feel bloated. She collapsed on the sofa and didn't want to get up, not even bothering to lift her eyelids.

Wen Zhaoci tidied up her vocabulary notebook that was spread out on the coffee table, and pinched her soft cheek: "Alright, rest for ten minutes first, then get up and have some water."

Sang Jiuning grumbled and didn't move, like a lazy kitten.

Wen Zhaoci chuckled and poured some warm water for her. Watching her open her mouth and sip through the straw, the downy hair on her head sticking up a little, he couldn't help but reach out and rub it.

When Sang Jiuning sat up after resting, she noticed that a light rain had started falling outside the window, tapping against the glass. She peeked out the window and turned to see Wen Zhaoci looking at his phone, typing rapidly.

At 8:30, while Sang Jiuning was doing her homework, the doorbell rang.

Sang Jiuning peered through the doorway of the study.

A tall man in a white shirt and black suit pants was pushing a cargo cart, which was stacked with boxes of various sizes.

The visitor was Lu Xiangyang, Wen Zhaoci's assistant. He nodded to Wen Zhaoci in greeting, then carried the boxes in one by one. His gaze quickly swept over Sang Jiuning, who was standing at the door of the study, but he quickly looked away without saying a word.

Then, carrying a box containing a rhythm game printer, she headed towards the study. Sang Jiuning quickly ran to the living room to make way for her. She didn't know how to greet her. She looked at Wen Zhaoci and saw Wen Zhaoci rummaging through a pile of boxes and pulling out a delicate box. From inside, she took out a pair of pink Totoro slippers and handed them to her feet: "When you come over here in the future, wear these."

Sang Jiuning immediately changed into Totoro slippers, her toes curling up slightly. Her heels fit the shoes perfectly, and the size was just right. She whispered a thank you.

She loved Totoro in her previous life, and the first thing she did after transmigrating was to change her WeChat name. Even the Totoro emoji pack was downloaded after she transmigrated.

Wen Zhaoci actually managed to buy things according to her preferences, which made Sang Jiuning's nose slightly warm. When she looked up at him, she noticed that Wen Zhaoci's glasses were exceptionally beautiful, like they were soaked with tiny starlight.

A few minutes later, Lu Xiangyang came out of the study and said, "Young Master, the printer is installed and the wireless connection is set up. Just download the XM Printer App on your phone and you can print."

Wen Zhaoci nodded: "I'll reimburse you tomorrow. Go home and get some rest."

Lu Xiangyang responded, gave Sang Jiuning a polite and proper greeting, then closed the door and left, leaving the entryway quiet.

Wen Zhaoci: "Continue with the questions. I'll print out the organized and categorized multiple-choice questions for you first."

Sang Jiuning glanced at her phone and said, "It's nine o'clock. I should go back to my dorm."

Wen Zhaoci: "Then let's test all the words you memorized today."

Sang Jiuning: "..." The tutor who doesn't cost money is more serious and responsible than the tutor who costs money.