Sister Yang Zhi, Goodnight

[Sister Yang Zhi, how do you do this problem?]

Yang Zhi took the opportunity to open the image Ding Yebai had sent.

Without a word, she immediately started working.

After finishing, she began explaining it to Ding Yebai.

She typed so much that her hand was getting a little sore.

As she thought, she touched her chin and then made a voice call.

This startled Ding Yebai, who had been waiting for news in bed, and he immediately sat up.

He looked at the caller ID on his phone in surprise, hesitated for a moment, and then pressed the answer button.

"Hello?"

"Ah, Ding Yebai. I'm here to explain how to do that problem."

"Oh... okay."

After getting out of bed, Ding Yebai sat down at his desk. He listened to Yang Zhi while taking notes next to the problems he got wrong.

Yang Zhi explained very earnestly and in detail, and her voice was still so gentle.

Ding Yebai always felt that just listening to her was a pleasure.

"Ding Yebai... did you understand?"

"Mm. Sister Yang Zhi, you explained it very well and in detail. I understood everything."

"That's good. If there's nothing else, I'm going to sleep. Bye."

"..."

There was silence on the other end of the line. Just as Yang Zhi was about to hang up, a loud "Goodnight" suddenly came through.

Yang Zhi was stunned for a moment and raised an eyebrow, looking at her phone screen in confusion.

It was Ding Yebai, right? It was Ding Yebai.

That cold boy actually said goodnight to her?

Yang Zhi didn't reply for a long time. Ding Yebai swallowed and said again with determination, "Goodnight."

"Oh... you too." Yang Zhi nodded, feeling a little flustered.

After that, Ding Yebai hung up the phone first.

Yang Zhi looked up blankly at the bright moon outside the window, her heart pounding rapidly.

What... what was going on?

Why was it beating so fast?

What was making her so nervous?

It didn't make sense!

Sigh... this is really troublesome.

The next day

Yang Zhi sat at the back of the classroom, listening to the old teacher lecture.

Everyone had experienced teachers sitting at the back of the classroom to observe during their school days.

The students in the class would get incredibly nervous whenever a teacher from another class came in.

She remembered how awkward and embarrassing it was to be the student sitting in the back back then, especially when a teacher insisted on sitting next to you, looking at your work, or asking how well you were listening. You'd really want to disappear into a hole.

Yang Zhi arrived midway, entering with a large group of teachers.

Even though she was squeezed into the crowd, her tall, perfect figure and pure, beautiful appearance still caught people's eyes.

Who wouldn't like a young, pretty, and gentle female teacher?

She brought a small stool and sat in the back, taking notes.

The students in that class whispered amongst themselves while secretly looking up at Yang Zhi.

"Wow, she's really beautiful."

"That female teacher is amazing."

"Do we have anyone this young at our school?"

"She must be from another school."

More and more people started discussing, and Yang Zhi could feel countless eyes on her. She looked up blankly and, under everyone's gaze, naturally flashed her signature smile, nodding sweetly and gently.

The intense attention only subsided when the class bell rang, though a few boys still turned their heads to steal glances at her.

After class, Yang Zhi walked slowly along the small path on campus, holding her books.

She marveled at how well the campus landscaping was done.

As she walked, she heard a "pat-pat" sound by her feet.

She looked down and saw someone was throwing pebbles at her.

"Huh?"

Yang Zhi looked over and saw a little girl with short hair.

Was she in junior high? Or the first year of senior high?

Sitting on a bench, she looked small, fair-skinned, and very cute.

Holding her books, Yang Zhi walked over calmly, bent down, and faced the girl.

Her long black hair cascaded down her shoulders, and her every move exuded the grace of a well-bred young lady.

Seeing Yang Zhi's face, the short-haired girl's heart skipped a beat, and she loosened her grip on the stone in her hand.

Yang Zhi: "Classmate, what's wrong?"

Short-haired classmate: "Are you a teacher here?"

Yang Zhi shook her head: "No. I'm just a university student studying here."

Short-haired classmate: "Oh."

Yang Zhi: "Why were you throwing stones?"

Short-haired classmate: "I was thinking about something."

"What were you thinking about? Can I hear it? Maybe I can even give you some advice."

"You're not a teacher here..."

"Ah..." Yang Zhi frowned slightly with regret and nodded: "That's right. Okay then."

Just as she was about to stand up, the short-haired girl immediately grabbed her arm: "So I can tell you, since you're not familiar with our teachers anyway. Plus, you're an adult, so you should be able to give me some advice."

This girl, it's obvious she's going through a rebellious phase.

Yang Zhi smiled, squinting her eyes, and sat down beside her, still holding her books.

"Go ahead."

"Sister, I don't think liking someone is shameful."

"Mm... That's true."

"Then why doesn't my dad approve of me having a boyfriend!"

"Huh?"

"Because of him, my boyfriend and I broke up!! Why, why do I have to listen to him! My boyfriend is better to me than he is! At least my boyfriend wouldn't make me do things I don't like."

"What things don't you like?"

"Eating vegetables, studying, exercising, and so on. My boyfriend would never say that. He said happiness is the best."

The short-haired girl paused, then timidly tugged at Yang Zhi's sleeve: "I'm already 14! Big sister, tell me, why do I have to listen to my dad."

Yang Zhi looked at her and smiled, gently reaching out to stroke her head: "So that's what it is. I understand. My dear little classmate, you must remember, the one who loves a princess the most is always the king, not the prince."

Short-haired girl: "Huh?"

Yang Zhi: "Your dad loves you. You can't deliberately ignore the love your dad has given you for 14 years just because of the temporary happiness your boyfriend brings you."

The short-haired girl blinked her big eyes and nodded as if she understood but didn't quite. It was unclear whether she was captivated by Yang Zhi's face or her words.

"Little classmate, your dad must love you with all his heart. If he made you feel bad or angry, I guess maybe his methods were a bit inappropriate? Actually, there's no need to be so angry. After all, your dad is a first-time dad too, he doesn't understand many things and needs to learn."

"And I think your dad is right, studying is the right thing to do. Studying is not wrong. Studying will give you more choices in the future, allow you to see a bigger world, and make you—"

"Make me as beautiful as you, big sister?"

The short-haired girl asked before Yang Zhi could finish. As expected, at this age, they still care about beauty and their looks.

Yang Zhi was taken aback for a moment, then her eyes softened like water.

"You'll be even more beautiful than me."

"Yay!"

Yang Zhi put her hands on the short-haired girl's shoulders and pulled her into a hug: "Haha, alright, alright. Don't be angry, don't be sad. Anger is bad. Getting angry can lead to many illnesses."

Moreover, once you get worked up, you forget the original intention. If you're just trying to make someone else angry, forgetting is also a disservice to yourself.

The short-haired girl enjoyed being held by Yang Zhi.

"By the way, sister, do you argue with your dad?"

"My dad left me a very, very long time ago. Even if I wanted to argue, there's no chance..." Yang Zhi smiled bitterly.

The short-haired girl immediately fell silent and sympathetically held Yang Zhi's hand.

Poor sister, she thought.