Teach Him a Lesson, Then Drive Him Away!

Welcome to "I'm Trapped in the Same Day for a Thousand Years," exclusively produced by Feilu Novel Network, narrated by Sang Ze Wang Xiaomo Lao He.

Wu Chen's cough made He Xinxin tense up. He even glared at Wu Chen, giving him a warning look that said, "Wu Chen Don't cause trouble."

At the gate, the anxious He Shiqin heard Wu Chen's soft cough. He turned to look at Wu Chen. Although he didn't recognize Wu Chen, he quickly took a few steps closer to Wu Chen and asked, "Excuse me, have you seen a little girl this tall? My daughter is 14 years old and she must have just run out."

As she approached Wu Chen, she spoke and gestured simultaneously.

Wu Chen smiled but didn't say anything. He simply pointed to the back of the Mercedes-Benz- Benz, directly betraying He Xinxin!

He Shiqin turned her head and saw He Xinxin, then moved to the other side of the car.

He Xinxin, you still dare to run?

He Shiqin called out and hurried over.

He Xinxin crouched down and circled the car to avoid his mother. He tried to run away, but Wu Chen had already reached the car, grabbed the hood of He Xinxin's oversized coat, and lifted He Xinxin up.

He Shiqin, who had circled around to the back of the car, saw this and quickly returned, grabbing He Xinxin's wrist.

You brat, are you playing hide-and-seek with me?

You're driving me crazy!

He Shijie was furious.

He Xinxin's eyes reddened again, but instead of arguing with her mother, she glared at Wu Chen.

He didn't know what was wrong with this young man; he clearly knew him, yet he betrayed him.

Thank you, thank you!

He Shiqin thanked Wu Chen again.

He was extremely anxious, having never argued so fiercely with his daughter before. It was also the first time his daughter had turned and run away, attempting to leave home.

You're welcome, it was nothing.

Wu Chen had already removed He Xinxin's hat, put his hand in his pocket, and asked with a smile, "Did you two argue again about painting?"

Yes.

He Shiqin was about to answer instinctively, then paused, startled.

He didn't recognize the young man in front of him, but the young man seemed to know both of them, even about painting.

Who are you?

He Shiqin hesitated, asking uncertainly.

He looked Wu Chen up and down. He seemed to be a very wealthy second-generation rich kid. Judging from the brand of the suit he was wearing, the watch he was wearing, and the fact that Wu Chen was holding Mercedes-Benz car key in his left hand, He Shixin could tell at a glance.

He also saw He Shixin, but after looking him over, he couldn't remember who the young man in front of him was.

Haven't you been sending me quite a few new sketches on and off these past few days?

There are also his erotic portraits and the sketches he drew for you.

Wu Chen smiled and gave a reminder.

He Shiqin was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized, "You... you're Xingchen?"

He was very surprised, delighted, yet somewhat hesitant to recognize Wu Chen, because Wu Chen was so young.

Xin Xin's words are very good; I can recognize you all at a glance.

Wu Chen smiled and said to Teacher Xincheng, "It really is you! You're so young. Let's get to know each other formally."

Hello, Teacher Wu Chen. My name is He Shiqi, and this is my daughter, He Xinxin.

The two shook hands to formally introduce themselves. He Shiqin was particularly happy. After he finished speaking, he pulled his daughter Xin Xin and said, "This is the teacher Xingchen I told you about. Quickly call her teacher."

He Xinxin remained silent, standing there like a child, her eyes red as she glared at Wu Chen Wu Chen, looking like she wanted to strangle him. He was even angrier and more furious.

The reason He Shiqin and He Xinxin suddenly had a big fight was because of Wu Chen.

More than 10 minutes ago, after Wu Chen spoke with He Shiqin on the phone, He Shiqin began to prepare. It was the teacher's first time visiting, and it was still uncertain whether she could teach him. Naturally, she wanted her daughter to perform well. Not only did she make her daughter, He Xinxin, find all her previous sketches and rummage through everything, but she also warned her daughter, He Xinxin, not to make her angry again, or else she would say some harsh words.

As for painting, He Xinxin had long since given up on it. During his rebellious phase, he had argued with his mother about it, and the two eventually got into a fight.

Then what Wu Chen saw when he arrived at the entrance of the residential area happened.

Because of this situation, He Shiqin hurriedly followed and slammed the door shut.

His daughter, of course, didn't have her phone with her; she was at home. So when Wu Chen called her, no one answered. He Xinxin glared at Wu Chen. She already had a terrible impression of Wu Chen, and now it was even worse. In her little head, she was already plotting how to get rid of this annoying teacher. She didn't want to punish him before kicking him out, kid.

Seeing that He Xinxin remained silent, He Shixin said something, but didn't want to scold her any further, especially since they were on the street.

Hey, Ms. Wu, let's go upstairs and talk.

Oh dear, I've made a fool of myself in front of you!

He Shiqin spoke to Wu Chen, then sighed and Wu Chen nodded.

A few minutes later, in apartment 702 of unit 3 in the Century Garden Community, a spacious 120-square-meter apartment with three bedrooms and two living rooms, and well-decorated, although it didn't have the feel of a luxurious and exquisite model apartment, it was very warm and cozy, full of the atmosphere of family life.

The house is large, but it has always been lived in by only He Shiqin and He Xinxin.

After entering, Wu Chen glanced around. Actually, he didn't need to look; he already knew what was going on here. He had been here many times in his Reincarnation, and he knew that there were three rooms: two were bedrooms, and the other was He Xinxin's art studio.

Teacher Wu, slippers!

He Shiqin got slippers for Wu Chen, while He Xinxin, who had been forcibly dragged back, immediately shook off her mother's hand upon arriving home, angrily returned to her room, and slammed the door shut.

It made a loud bang.

He Sheqi muttered something to himself, then sighed, but didn't go over to scold his daughter because Wu Chen was there.

If he has another big fight with his daughter, and Wu Chen witnesses it, then hiring Wu Chen as a tutor will be out of the question.

Teacher Wu, please do it this way!

He Shiqin then politely invited Wu Chen to join her.

For the next hour or so, He Shiqin poured tea for Wu Chen, brought Wu Chen fruit, spoke kindly to her daughter, and showed Wu Chen a large number of paintings that He Xinxin had drawn before.

He Shiqin was exceptionally warm and polite because he felt that Wu Chen was either a well-educated rich second-generation or a genius young painter; otherwise, Wu Chen couldn't possibly appear so wealthy. The possibility of a combination of the two was very high.

He Shiqin had no doubt about Wu Chen's painting skills. He believed that Wu Chen, like those famous old masters, was not short of money. Whether he was willing to teach students depended mainly on the quality of the students, not on how much money he was paid.

Teacher Wu, look, this is a drawing Xingxing did when he was 5 years old in kindergarten. He hadn't learned anything at the time, but he drew better than the other children, and the teacher praised him.

He Shiqin then handed Wu Chen a painting on slightly yellowed paper. It wasn't a sketch, but a watercolor, painted naturally with a childlike heart.

Wu Chen took it and looked at it, then smiled and said, "He really has talent. His drawing is very imaginative. He's shown Wu Chen almost everything he needed to."

He Shiqin glanced at the clock on the wall, then stood up and said, "Teacher Wu, if you're free, please stay for lunch. I'll cook right away, and we can chat after lunch. Please keep me informed."

Wu Chen nodded.

He Shiqin smiled immediately and gestured, saying, "Teacher Wu, please have a seat. You can look around as you like. The studio is that one. I'll go cook now."

After speaking, He Shiqin went to the kitchen.

Wu Chen stood up, took out his phone, scrolled through it, tapped a few times, then put the phone away and walked towards the Nahua Room.

The room wasn't large, but it was decent for an art studio. It was a bit messy, with a lot of pencils in boxes on the chairs, shelves, drawing boards, and tables.

Wu Chen casually glanced around the studio. At the same time, the door to the next bedroom opened a crack, and He Xinxin observed the living room before fully opening the door and coming out. He could hear sounds coming from the kitchen.

After searching for a while, he found Wu Chen in the art studio, with his back to the door.

He entered the studio, closed the door, and leaned against Wu Chen, looking very close to him.

Wu Chen turned around and glanced at He Xinxin.

Hey, why did you hit me? Stop hitting me!

He Xingxing's tone was one of fear and grievance as soon as she opened her mouth.

Wu Chen simply turned to look at He Xinxin, but didn't make a move; he even had his usual natural smile on his face.

I was wrong, please don't hit me, teacher!

Ouch, hey, don't pinch me!

He Xinxin spoke in a very frightened tone, her voice trembling, as if she were truly terrified.

Teacher, stop! Don't hit my face, my head hurts! Hmph, you pervert!

You hit the little girl, you hit me, I'm going to tell my mom!

He Xinxin immediately got into character. She acted as if she had really been hit, starting with pain and fear, her voice trembling, and then turning into a terrified sob.

He even did his own voiceover, clapping his hands together with a loud "slap," as if Wu Chen had slapped him.

As he finished speaking, tears welled up in his large, frightened eyes; his acting was undeniably professional.

In fact, from other perspectives, He Xinxin's acting skills are quite rough. She has not received professional training, so it is normal that her skills are rough.

But he can control himself and cry directly, which can be considered a talent, not a performing talent, but a physiological talent.

Some people can cry on cue without any training, while others can't seem to learn it; they cry without any build-up or unnecessary words.

The fact that artist Xin Xin opened her eyes directly after closing the door is actually frightening.

If it were someone else, such as a famous painter in their forties or fifties, or a middle-aged teacher invited by the Magic City Academy of Fine Arts, they would feel fear directly, because they would think that the child's acting was too realistic, and they would be very terrified.

As long as the little girl doesn't reveal any flaws in her testimony, her words are usually accepted and can be extremely damaging from an testimony standpoint.

For tutors, especially older tutors who have a certain status and social standing, beating young girls is a very threatening act.

Even if the little girl who was hit doesn't suffer any real harm, it will still damage the reputation of the teacher who hit her.

This is a very troublesome matter, especially in terms of public opinion; if it blows up, it could even have very serious consequences.

In the internet age, public opinion can ferment and be quite frightening.

He Xinxin used the same method to get rid of her tutor last time, she was genuinely afraid of that kind of trouble.

Nobody wanted to get close to Wu Chen; he was really quite calm.

He Xinxin blocked the doorway while playing Wu Chen, just smiling and watching him. No matter what he said, Wu Chen seemed unmoved.

It's worth mentioning that He Xinxin's voice didn't attract He Shiqin's attention, so He Shiqin couldn't hear the sounds from the studio. It wasn't because the soundproofing was good, but because He Xinxin was useless.

What a loud noise! How could Wu Chen suddenly and inexplicably hit him?

He Xinxin wasn't stupid; of course he understood this principle—his mother would see through anything unreasonable.

But He Xinxin still acted it out anyway, just for Wu Chen's benefit.

He was actually just trying to scare Wu Chen. He had done the same thing to him before, and it successfully scared away his former art teacher.

They weren't just scared away, they were also driven away by anger.

Because this child is so infuriating, using framing, slander, and intimidation to move people.

Teacher, I was wrong, please don't hit me anymore, please don't hit me anymore, I was wrong.

I was wrong, I won't tell my mom, I won't say anything more, please don't hit me, this is just too awful.

He Xinxin's acting was very realistic, especially the way her tears fell uncontrollably, drop by drop. It was so moving that anyone who watched it felt sorry for her and would feel angry at the family members who beat her.

It's inhuman to hit little girls like that.

Wu Chen remained calm as he looked at her, maintaining his smile.

He Xinxin's one-woman show was coming to an end because Wu Chen wasn't reacting; he was like a fool, seemingly unable to scare her.

The studio suddenly fell silent. He Xinxin was quiet. Her face was covered in tears, but there was no fear or apprehension in her eyes. Instead, she looked very angry, with a fierce glare.

Aren't you afraid?

He Xingxing asked Wu Chen, "Why should I be afraid?"

Wu Chen laughed, "You're so weird! Do you believe I'll call my mom right now?"

I think He Xinxin will directly threaten me then, but I didn't actually hit you. You're just putting on an act. When your mother comes, do you think she'll believe I hit you?

Why did I hit you for no reason?

Wu Chen sounded like He Xinxin very funny.

Because I disrespected you, you got angry and embarrassed. He Xinxin had already thought of a reason, and Cheng Yu used it well. But you don't even have any injuries. You're being too fake!

Wu Chen then laughed and asked, "Where did I hit you?"

Crying won't help.

This was indeed a flaw. The teacher who had been scared away by He Xinxin before naturally knew it was a flaw, but still didn't want to get involved in this trouble and was very angry.

After all, if this child can frame and scare people like this, and they even teach him to do it, who knows what kind of trouble he might cause in the future.

So if He Xinxin had just finished performing all that, she could have driven the teacher away, and things wouldn't have come to this.

He Xiexin got even angrier. He suddenly raised his hand and slapped the side of his chin. The sound was quite crisp. It wasn't that he didn't dare to hit himself hard; he was just being childish, so he gave himself a slap.

Although it was applied very lightly, it still left a small red mark, which will probably take about half an hour to fade away naturally.

Wow, that's ruthless! It's like it's attacking itself!

Wu Chen's tone was deliberately exaggerated.

Little Lotus Star, I'm willing, you wait!

You are done!

He Xinxin said fiercely.

Do you think your mother will believe you've framed me like this?

Wu Chen asked him provocatively.

Of course I believe you! How could I possibly believe a stranger like you?

As He Xinxin spoke, he seemed to feel that wasn't enough, so he rolled up his sleeve and pinched his arm.

Own?

Pinching yourself?

You're truly a genius!

Wu Chen laughed again.

Xin Xin pinched her arm until it turned red.

He wouldn't listen to anything Wu Chen said, then flicked the sleeve of his oversized coat, grabbed his other hand, and started pulling. "What's wrong?"

He actually managed to tear the sleeve open a little along the seam, damaging it slightly.

Tear it yourself, you're quite strong!

Wu Chen even laughed at him.

Aren't you afraid?

Then I'll shout it!

He Xinxin was about to turn around and shout as she spoke.

Wait a moment!

Wu Chen suddenly called a halt, He Xinxin, who had her mouth open, immediately turned back, her mood instantly becoming somewhat smug.

The little girl's emotions were written all over her face. She said, "Hmph, so you're scared now!"

Can you tell me, why are you hitting yourself and tearing your own sleeves—what is your purpose in framing me?

Wu Chen sounded somewhat confused.

Go away!

He Xinxin said directly, "As long as you leave and don't become my teacher, I won't frame you."

I don't want to learn to draw, but I still have to take extra classes during summer vacation.

Go away!

If you leave, we can pretend nothing happened, okay?

After He Xinxin finished speaking, she looked at Wu Chen triumphantly.

He felt he had it all sorted out. He even thought that if Mr. Wu cooperated obediently, he wouldn't punish him and would just let him go; he was too lazy to make a fuss.

Not very good.

Wu Chen replied with a smile, "I do not accept threats."

He Xinxin immediately became impatient and said, "You wait."

After saying that, he immediately shouted, "Mom, what's wrong?"

Stars?

He Shixin's voice responded from the kitchen outside.

He Xinxin didn't speak, and as long as he didn't speak, He Shiqin would come over to check on the situation.

Sure enough, footsteps came from the living room outside, approaching the art studio. "Xin Xin, what are you shouting for?"

When the person came over, they asked a question, but He Xinxin still wouldn't answer, giving them a look that said, "You're dead," just like Danni.

Wu Chen took out his phone, but then his expression changed drastically, his eyes widening in panic.

Wu Chen took out his phone and showed the screen to He Xingxing, even smiling and shaking the phone to show that it was recording.

At 6 minutes and 39 seconds, then 40 seconds and 41 seconds, the numbers changed, but the recording continued.

Given this length of time, their entire conversation must have been recorded.

This concludes this episode. We hope you'll continue listening!