Lu Yu had already given up trying to reason with the elderly tutor.
He’d long realized Lin Beixing’s family was rigidly old-fashioned.
And this aged tutor standing before him embodied that stubbornness perfectly.
Knowing communication with such a person was futile, Lu Yu stopped wasting words.
Besides, this was Lin Beixing’s life. If she wouldn’t resist herself, his words meant nothing.
Gritting his teeth, Lu Yu studied all morning.
The only silver lining? Though the tutor pushed him to study, she didn’t dictate the content.
He chose his own material—spending the entire morning on reading comprehension.
Thanks to his solid Chinese foundation, he could muddle through when focused.
After a sparse lunch, Lu Yu finally reached the two-hour noon break.
Though the schedule felt inhumane, it was weekend—and the Lin family, generous as ever, granted Lin Beixing this freedom.
But Lu Yu had zero distractions in mind.
No games, no slacking. Just one thought: sleep.
After pulling an all-nighter, these two hours felt like a lifeline.
He ignored his buzzing phone and collapsed onto the bed.
Lu Yu usually slept lightly—but today, he slept deeply.
Lin Beixing’s bed was soft, scented with a faint soothing fragrance, wrapped in comforting warmth that eased his mind.
Yu: Ugh… Lu Yu, my stomach hurts so bad!
Yu: No toilet paper at home!!
Yu: Oh… found some in the closet…
Yu: How is your body so weak?! I’ve had diarrhea three times already!!
Yu: Waaah… Lu Yu, your stomach really hurts!
Unaware, Lu Yu slept on while his own body endured a hellish ordeal.
His once-robust frame was utterly wrecked by Lin Beixing—for the first time.
(Though Lin Beixing was suffering right alongside him.)
Two hours later, the alarm clock on the nightstand jolted him awake.
He rolled over, slapped it silent—
—and froze. Madam Lin’s face loomed directly above him.
His heart lurched. He sat up instantly.
“Mom…”
“Your phone wouldn’t stop ringing,” Madam Lin said, voice cool.
She rarely entered Lin Beixing’s room unannounced.
Hearing the phone, she’d checked—assuming her daughter was skipping naptime for screen time.
Seeing her sleep so deeply, she relaxed.
“It’s… probably classmates. They often ask me school questions…”
Lu Yu glanced at the phone, replying calmly without a flicker of guilt.
His excuse made sense.
Madam Lin knew her daughter was popular—a diligent, virtuous model student and class monitor. She felt proud.
“Having friends and being kind isn’t wrong. But never let it hinder your studies. Help others only after finishing your own work. Understand?”
Her tone stayed stern, yet softened slightly—giving Lu Yu the fleeting illusion of gentleness.
“I understand, Mom.”
Lu Yu nodded meekly, like a timid rabbit.
He was getting scarily good at imitating Lin Beixing—and understanding her, too.
“Tired today?” Madam Lin’s gaze swept over ‘Lin Beixing’s’ drowsy face.
She’d never seen her daughter sleep this deeply—unaware even of her mother’s footsteps.
Her eyes settled on the messy desk.
Though Lin Beixing’s study was next door, she kept a desk here too. Madam Lin knew her daughter often studied late into the night. Always so diligent.
“Yesterday… I didn’t rest much.”
Lu Yu smoothed his sleep-tousled hair, eyes wide and pitiful—like a rabbit gazing up at her.
How could any mother resist that look?
Madam Lin sighed softly.
“Teacher Gu Jielian is responsible, but her methods are… excessive.”
She paused. “I’ll send her home this afternoon. You study alone in the study.”
Lu Yu nearly teared up.
*Thank goodness Madam Lin still has a conscience!*
*At least she knows people can literally work themselves to death!*
A flicker of light sparked in his eyes. Maybe this sensitive female body made him unusually emotional—the flicker swelled into glistening tears, trembling at the edge of his lashes.
“Thank you, Mom…”
Before relief could settle, her next words plunged him straight from heaven to hell.
“I’ll accompany you during your afternoon study.”
His smile froze.
He wanted to say he was old enough to study alone—but the sheer authority in her eyes silenced him.
Pushing further would be unwise. She’d already compromised greatly.
The unshed tears retreated. He simply nodded.
“Okay, Mom.”
