"Yi Yi."
A gentle voice on her eardrums dispelled all nightmares.
The little girl looked up blankly, stared for a while, and then managed a smile, calling out, "Brother Yu..."
She forced a smile as if nothing had happened, "What do you need me for?"
Yu Wenli's breath hitched as he clenched his knuckles, his face soft, "What happened today isn't your fault.
"Don't dwell on it. As for your speaking skills, I'll teach you."
He paused, recalling the condescending remarks in the office.
He added, "Why don't I give you full subject tutoring, okay?"
He gently brushed a stray strand of hair from her forehead, his voice tender enough to soothe any pain.
The little girl's eyes widened in surprise, then burst with joy, but it was quickly washed away by worry.
"...Is that okay?"
She bit her lip timidly, her eyes shimmering with apprehension.
"Will it delay you? Actually, I can do it myself..."
This was a critical time for entering her senior year, and she didn't want to hold him back.
Moreover, his grades were so good; it would be a waste to spend time on her.
"It won't."
Before the little girl could finish, Yu Wenli smiled and explained, "Just consider it revision."
"Revision?!"
Wen Tingxue was so shocked she forgot about the English class.
Her apricot eyes widened.
She hadn't even finished her second-year curriculum, and he was already revising?!
What kind of genius was this?!
Yu Wenli chuckled dismissively, "I'm more accustomed to self-study."
Elementary school knowledge was simple; he could understand it all without a teacher.
Later, it became a habit he couldn't break.
What's more, he had many things on his hands, and if he truly waited for a teacher, he might fall behind.
So self-study was more convenient.
During the summer before his second year, he had already grasped the knowledge for his senior year. Even if he encountered something he didn't understand, he would call his teachers.
They were all happy to teach him.
Therefore, teaching her was more than enough.
Wen Tingxue: "..."
This was probably the difference between people.
Sensing the girl's dejection, Yu Wenli smiled and tapped her head.
"Cheer up. My students at Yu Wenli's academy are definitely not worse than me. Perhaps, after a month, my student will even surpass her teacher."
"Hmph."
The little girl thought he was teasing her, covering her head and huffing playfully.
But her mood improved significantly, and the English class incident gradually faded from her mind.
Yu Wenli rubbed the girl's fluffy head, not elaborating further.
He wasn't teasing her. When he taught her last time, he had a feeling.
The little girl was very smart, grasping things instantly and even drawing inferences from other cases. If only she had been taught properly in her childhood.
She would definitely not be worse than him now.
Perhaps, as famous as him.
Yu Wenli's eyes lowered with a hint of regret, but he also selfishly thought that if that were the case, they might not be connected.
Thinking of this, he suddenly remembered the girl's dejected look when they first got into the car.
After spending so much time together, it was the first time he had seen her so despondent.
Even when she was bullied or threatened, she had never shown such a state.
Yu Wenli's gaze suddenly turned dark.
He knew a little about the English class incident. Such methods were indeed vicious and insidious, fought without bloodshed.
Yet, they were enough to plant deep thorns in one's heart. If one's mental state was even slightly weak, they couldn't withstand such torment.
It was likely they would never touch English again in this lifetime.
Yu Yahe, you'd better not stir up any more trouble.
Otherwise...
A storm seemed to be brewing in the boy's dark eyes.
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Since Yu Xiuxiu and Wen Zhong'en were not home, Yu Wenli was worried about her and Aunt Fang.
He insisted on having dinner together.
She couldn't refuse, so she took him back.
As soon as they entered the house, the few people guarding outside the Wen family's residence dispersed immediately.
Yu Wenli noticed this, his gaze darkened, but he sent a message to You You.
With limited time at noon, they ate and rested for half an hour before returning to school.
As soon as she entered the classroom, Wen Tingxue's vigilance heightened.
It wasn't her being overly sensitive; everyone's eyes were too strange, as if they had been waiting for her.
She walked slowly to her seat and looked expressionlessly at the red ink on her chair.
It was a puddle, not too big, not too small, enough to be disgusting.
The group who had caused trouble that morning chuckled silently, not speaking, which infuriated her.
Wen Tingxue clutched her backpack straps. After standing quietly for a moment, she reached out and moved Yu Yahe's chair.
The laughter stopped, seemingly caught off guard.
After she swapped the chairs, the girl with long hair remembered to make a fuss, "Wen Tingxue! Who told you to move Yahe's chair?!"
Wen Tingxue looked at her calmly, "If I don't move her chair, should I move yours?"
The girl was stunned for a moment, likely not expecting her to resist.
Wen Tingxue had been bullied for a long time and had become numb, but that didn't mean she had lost her temper.
The incident that morning had crossed her bottom line.
Moreover, Yu Wenli had taught her a lot recently.
She remembered him asking her at the zoo, "Do you think an elephant can escape from the zoo?"
Her initial reaction was no, but then she wondered, was it that it couldn't, or that it didn't want to?
Or perhaps, after being tamed for so long, it truly believed it couldn't.
She felt like that elephant, capable but unwilling to break free from its restraints.
But unfortunately, what the elephant couldn't figure out, she could.
One day, she would break free from those deadly shackles and become a better version of herself.
Besides, even if she behaved, they had never left her alone.
Since that was the case, why should she be polite to them?
"Fine!"
The girl's face turned green with anger, and out of consideration for Yu Wenli's deterrence, she gritted her teeth and said,
"You'd better be this tough all the time!"
With that, she turned and left, but the look she gave before leaving...
Wen Tingxue felt a pang of unease.
She didn't know what other tricks they had up their sleeves, but unexpectedly, the entire afternoon was calm, until evening.
There was a thirty-minute meal break before evening study hall.
Xie Jinyi didn't want to eat in the cafeteria, so she dragged Wen Tingxue to the snack street outside the school.
The long alley was crowded with people, all wearing the uniform of No. 1 High School.
Even so, the aroma of snacks couldn't be masked. The flavors from all over the country made one feel at home, no matter where they came from.
The little girl's eyes were almost spoiled for choice.
She had been at school for over half a month, and this was her first time eating dinner here.
Xie Jinyi smiled and said, "We can take our time. I'll take you to my usual spot first; their sweet soup is especially good."
She pulled her deeper into the crowd.
But there were too many people, and they got jostled. Soon, Wen Tingxue couldn't find Xie Jinyi.
Wen Tingxue was not very familiar with the area and immediately felt nervous. Just as she was about to make a call,
Her phone was snatched from above.
The little girl looked up, and her alarm bells instantly rang.
The young man standing in front of her was tall. When he lowered his head, a tattoo on his neck was visible, and he looked like trouble.
The key point was, he wasn't wearing the school uniform.
He wasn't a student from No. 1 High School.
Wen Tingxue's hands and feet turned cold, and she backed away, trying to run.
But after a few steps, her path was blocked.
Despair washed over her. The color drained from the girl's face, making her clear, bright eyes stand out even more.
"You... what do you want?"
Even though she tried to keep her voice steady, her words trembled slightly.
"What do we want?"
Shang Ziqian smiled, tossing her phone, his lewd gaze scanning her up and down, "What can I want? Of course, I want to chat with you, little sister."
As he spoke, he suddenly reached out and pulled the little girl into his embrace.
The pungent smell of smoke stung her eyes.
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