My Wife Poke Me

When Wen Zhu listened to everyone outside, he humbly named him the school's leader and academic god. He secretly glanced at the young man Qingjun who was sleeping on the table with his headphones plugged in. He thought to himself, how could this be such an exaggeration?

Okay, it does look good.

As for her grades, her grandfather had already asked him to be her tutor, so he should be outstanding, right?

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School was over soon, and Wen Zhu suddenly didn't want to go home.

Because once she got back, grandpa would definitely let Shi Jingqian give her math lessons.

She really doesn't want to learn mathematics at all, and it makes her head feel heavy just thinking about it.

Sometimes Wen Zhu can't help but think, why is there such a subject as mathematics in this world?

For those with poor math scores, this is really a problem.

Just like her, she really knows nothing.

Mr. Wen seemed to have expected that Wen Zhu would find an excuse to go home late. Instead of asking the driver to wait in the alley, he came directly to the school gate.

It seems that Wen Zhuxiang can't escape today. He will go home to check out the situation first and see if he can discuss it with Shi Jingqian and whether he can leave it alone.

But in fact, she was overthinking it.

As soon as she returned to the bedroom and lay on the bed, texting and chatting with her little sisters, Shi Jingqian knocked on her door.

Wen Zhu opened the door and looked at the young man deliberately pretending not to know anything, "Are you okay?"

Shi Jingqian raised his eyelids and said, "Make up the lesson."

Wen Zhu: "...I'm not feeling well today, can I do it tomorrow?"

Shi Jingqian looked at her twice, then walked to the stairs and said, "Your lady is not feeling well. Call the doctor to come and take a look."

Wen Zhu: "..."

Does this person really not understand or is he pretending not to understand? Didn't you see that she was faking it?

The maid on the first floor came out quickly after hearing that Wen Zhu was not feeling well, and asked nervously: "What's wrong with Miss? Wait a moment, I'll call the family doctor to come over."

Wen Zhu glared at the young man, gritted her teeth and said, "Aunt Chun, I'm not feeling uncomfortable. Don't listen to his nonsense."

Aunt Chun then nodded with relief, "Miss, just be okay, I'll go and get busy first."

"OK."

After the servants left, Wen Zhu didn't even want to pretend anymore. She said directly, "I don't want to take tutoring, and I won't want to in the future. Can you understand what I said?"

In this family, besides grandpa, she is the boss. If he doesn't listen to her, she will not make it easy for him.

Well, that's right.

Yiyi said that this method is suitable for any tutor.

Shi Jingqian had no emotion on his face after hearing this, and said slowly, "Would you like to call your grandpa and tell her that you don't want to make up for it?"

Wen Zhu: "..."

"...I'll make up for it."

Instantly scared.

Shi Jingqian turned around and said in a low voice, "Bring the book to the study."

Pretending to be sick was useless, threats were useless, and in the end there was no other option. Wen Zhu reluctantly took the book and went to the study.

This study room used to be where Mr. Wen worked, but since he retired, it has been where Wen Zhu usually does his homework.

But Wen Zhu was used to doing homework in his bedroom and rarely came there.

After Shi Jingqian arrived, Mr. Wen asked the servant to clean it up so that the young man could use it.

However, it seems that Wen Zhu will be doing homework here after school for some time to come.

The study door is closed.

They both sat down.

Shi Jingqian said quietly: "Bring me your test paper."

Wen Zhu reluctantly handed it over.

The young man lowered his eyes and glanced at the red crosses on the paper, and then his eyes fell on the scores.

He raised his eyes: "76 points?"