"Disciplining the unruly kid!"
Yaen Chi shivered at her tone and pretended to smile casually, "Isn't the kid you and Brother Yan joke around with the same one?"
"That's different, Qianqian doesn't have homework to be tutored on."
Got it, it's Bo Qingshan.
That kid scores well and has a clever mind, but when he does math, he tends to invent all sorts of bizarre writing methods. Although the answers are correct, the steps are all messed up, which makes it hard to score full marks on major exams. Whenever Nan Jiaojiao tries to correct him, he insists on showcasing his smart head and useless masculinity, stubbornly arguing with her to the end, only to grumble a few words when he can't win.
Whoever tutors the homework goes crazy; Yaen Chi wasn't the one being scolded, yet somehow he fell into line, not daring to make a sound.
Until the person changed, and Bo Yanching's voice came through, "Looking for me?"
