243 Professional Tutor
“Compared to when you started a few months ago, your progress now is really…” Wang Heng checked the math test paper the girl had just finished and couldn’t help but sigh with emotion.
Ye Xun put down her pen and rested her chin on the back of her hand. “Is the progress big? When my midterm exam results came out, the math teacher in the class was very surprised and even used me as an example to encourage other students with poor math grades.”
Wang Heng: “Is that so? Then how do the teachers and classmates in your class see you?”
Ye Xun thought for a moment, covered her mouth, and laughed. “I’m quite popular among the girls, but there aren’t many boys I can chat with, although I have received confessions.”
Wang Heng: “Confessions?”
Ye Xun blinked. “Guess how I replied to them?”
Wang Heng said calmly, “Sorry, student, now is the critical period of the second year of high school, not suitable for dating.”
Ye Xun: “…”
Wang Heng: “Is that how you replied?”
“Sigh, so boring,” the girl sighed. “Being guessed correctly is really boring.”
Wang Heng: “Can’t help it, you are too easy to guess.”
Ye Xun blinked again and couldn’t help asking back, “Then how do you know I won’t accept a boy’s confession? You haven’t met them.”
Wang Heng: “…Because I know you are a good child who loves learning and makes progress every day!”
Ye Xun burst out laughing. “Pfft!”
After a few seconds of silence, the girl asked again, “By the way, you tutor me in math all day, what about yourself? Are you still studying math in university?”
Wang Heng nodded.
Ye Xun asked curiously, “What is university math like? Is it hard?”
Wang Heng thought for a moment and said, “Let me give you an example, the simplest kind. Suppose everyone who likes cycling dislikes walking, everyone either likes riding in a car or likes cycling, some people dislike riding in a car, so some people dislike walking. Parentheses, the individual domain is the set of people.”
Ye Xun was stunned. “Does this count as math?”
“Discrete mathematics, logic…” Wang Heng picked up a pen, wrote a section of logical operators on a blank sheet of paper, and pushed it in front of the girl.
Ye Xun looked at it, feeling dizzier the more she looked.
“This is a hypothetical syllogism, let me explain it to you…”
“Wait!” Ye Xun hurriedly called a stop. “I understand, I’m not suitable for math!”
Wang Heng was a little disappointed. “This is just the most basic mathematical logic. Or, let me tell you about Boolean algebra?”
Ye Xun shrank her neck. “I’m just a weak, pitiful, and helpless high school student, and a liberal arts student at that. Don’t do this…”
**
Wang Heng felt that he was almost becoming a professional tutor.
The day after tutoring Ye Xun, there was another tutoring session. And the students he was going to tutor this time were his three roommates, plus a vice president.
As for the location, it was still that coffee shop.
Approaching the end of the semester, it was already difficult to find empty self-study seats in the library, and classrooms were often occupied by various courses. Finding a suitable self-study place on campus was becoming increasingly difficult—of course, when the exam season passed, self-study seats would be everywhere again.
Of course, if there were only boys, staying in the dormitory would also be a good choice. But as long as there was a computer, for Fu Hanwen, it meant unnecessary temptation. What’s more, besides the boys, there was another person participating in the tutoring…
When Fengjia Miaomiao walked into the coffee shop holding textbooks and notebooks, the boys had just arrived and sat around a round table.
Tang Hexing applauded. “Welcome, Class President.”
“I’m the vice, and the class committee will be re-elected after this semester,” Fengjia Miaomiao sat in the only remaining empty seat. “You all arrived early. How long have you been waiting for me?”
Wang Heng: “We just arrived too. Let’s start now.”
Fu Hanwen asked curiously, “How do you plan to tutor? There are four of us here. Can you handle explaining one by one?”
“So let’s do problems first.”
With that, Wang Heng took out four test papers and placed them in front of the three roommates and Fengjia Miaomiao—these test papers were past exam papers for discrete mathematics he found online, some from their school and some from other schools. Checking the difficulty and printing them out didn’t take much effort.
Wang Heng: “Do these problems, and then we’ll explain the problems specifically. The efficiency is better than just reading the book. Discrete mathematics is a patchwork monster, requiring learning a lot of miscellaneous things, so you know, more practice is needed.”
Fu Hanwen glared at him. “Using the sea of questions tactic in university? Are you a devil?”
Wang Heng pointed to the only girl present. “Stop talking nonsense. Look at her, she’s already buried her head in doing problems.”
Fu Hanwen turned to look at Fengjia Miaomiao’s test paper and was suddenly puzzled. “Vice President, why are these questions blank?”
Fengjia Miaomiao raised her head, righteous and confident. “Don’t know how!”
Fu Hanwen and Wang Heng were speechless for a moment.
“Then you write first, finish what you know, and I’ll explain it to you later.” As he said this, Wang Heng recalled the experience of tutoring Fu Jiu that day and was already mentally prepared.
After all, Fengjia Miaomiao had crossed the single-plank bridge of the college entrance exam and passed by her own strength. Even if she had slacked off a bit after entering university, tutoring her shouldn’t be as strenuous as Fu Jiu, right?
**
More than two hours later, the study group came to an end.
The students’ comprehension ability was indeed not bad, but Wang Heng felt more tired than tutoring Fu Jiu. After all, taking care of the needs of four students at the same time, this kind of multi-person tutoring was really not easy. Not collecting some tutoring fees seemed a bit of a loss.
But on second thought, his bank deposit amount… collecting less, he wouldn’t care; collecting more, the students couldn’t afford it. No matter how he priced it, it wasn’t appropriate, so he could only treat it as a public welfare action.
After all, a certain big shot in the first timeline said that doing business is doing public welfare.
Wang Heng finally sat down to rest, but Fu Hanwen became more energetic. “Finally finished! Guys, going to the internet cafe to play games, coming or not?”
Hearing this, the fatigue on Fengjia Miaomiao’s face was swept away. “You guys are going to play games? Count me in!”
Fu Hanwen raised his eyebrows. “You can play too? But we generally don’t bring girls along…”
Fengjia Miaomiao sneered. “It’s not certain who is carrying whom.”
Just like that, Tang Hexing, Fu Hanwen, and Fengjia Miaomiao went to the internet cafe together to play games.
And Wang Ke was still sitting there, taking out a tablet and reading manga.
Wang Heng took out his phone and communicated with Han Yixuan about Pei Ningle’s performance schedule. Suddenly, he was a little curious about what manga his roommate beside him was reading, because out of the corner of his eye, he saw Wang Ke seemed to be… swallowing?
Wang Heng quietly stretched his neck to take a look.
Wang Ke obviously noticed. Before he could see clearly, he hurriedly swiped the screen and exited the image browsing mode.
Then Wang Heng saw the name of the folder.
A string of Japanese, and Chinese characters—【Mizuki Scanlation Group】.
Wang Heng froze all over, feeling a chill rush straight up his spine to his forehead.
Wang Ke’s face was a little red. “You know I like watching lolis, is there a problem?”
Wang Heng’s face was a little pale. “This is no longer a question of loli or not… Forget it, no problem.”
***
Translator’s Notes
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Mizuki Scanlation Group (瑞树汉化组, Ruìshù Hànhuàzǔ): A Chinese scanlation group known for translating doujinshi (fan comics), often with very specific and extreme content, particularly involving loli characters in disturbing or highly fetishized scenarios (crossdresing, futan**i, traps, etc.).
