The Devil Tutor

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. It's over, He Xinxin realizes she's doomed.

She called him over, but if her mother saw the marks on her face and the torn sleeve, even if he didn't want to risk anything, He Shiqin would definitely ask, and he wouldn't be able to say anything at all.

No matter what, if Wu Chen produces the recording, he's finished.

In the living room, thank you.

Why did you call me?

He Shiqin called her daughter's name and walked over.

He Xinxin's bedroom door is next to the door of her art studio.

Actually, He Shixin wasn't sure where her daughter was calling from either. She first glanced into the bedroom through the open door, and then went to open the art studio door.

Mom, I want to eat pork ribs for lunch.

Suddenly, He Xinxin's voice came from the art studio. He Shiqin stopped in her tracks. "Okay, okay, I'll make ribs. You wait and eat!" In the art studio, He Xinxin breathed a deep sigh of relief as she heard her mother's footsteps as she agreed and left.

"Thank goodness," he thought, patting his chest. Listening to the sounds outside, he turned around and opened the studio door a crack.

Peeking through the crack in the door, He Xinxin saw her mother had gone back into the kitchen, and only then did she finally breathe a sigh of relief.

The door slammed shut again. He Xinxin turned around and looked at Wu Chen, squinting and pouting as she stared at Wu Chen with an expression of looking at a super bad guy.

Wu Chen smiled, waved his phone at He Xinxin, and then stopped the recording in front of He Xinxin before saving it.

Baby He Xinxin squinted and said crisply, "Despicable?"

Wu Chen smiled and retorted, "You're framing me and threatening me, isn't that despicable?"

He Xinxin, flustered by Wu Chen's provocative tone, paused for a moment before asking, "How did you know I wanted you, and even prepared a recording beforehand?"

This was what she didn't understand.

Ultimately, she is just a little girl. At 14, she is not young, but she has not experienced society and has always been too well protected, so she is unaware of the wickedness of people.

If this were a mature, experienced, and intelligent woman, she would definitely question why Wu Chen would have prepared in advance, thus amplifying her suspicions.

I suspect Wu Chen has some kind of problem. Can I predict the future?

Wu Chen laughed after saying that, "Liar, nobody would believe you!"

He Xinxin, of course, didn't believe it.

Hmph, you unlucky brat, how could I not keep an eye on you?

Wu Chen grinned again and said, "Are you still thinking about how to teach me a lesson?"

I can tell from your eyes; they're giving you away.

Wu Chen's explanation was reasonable enough, but actually it didn't matter whether he explained or not. He already had leverage over He Xinxin; he was just teasing her.

Of course, Wu Chen lied. He wasn't a prophet, nor was he a psychic; he simply understood He Xinxin.

More importantly, the same thing has happened in the Millennium Reincarnation.

It happened on July 7. Wu Chen met He Shiqin that day. He came to He Shiqin's house to tutor the children, but then He Xinxin framed and threatened him.

Therefore, Wu Chen was well aware of how He Xinxin would deal with her tutor.

You're the unlucky brat!

He Xinxin retorted, clearly annoyed, "Wu Chen, oh ho, little girl, how dare you be so arrogant?"

Wu Chen raised an eyebrow, then took a step closer to Xin Xin and said, "You probably don't know what your future situation will be like, do you?"

Let me tell you, I'm going to be your tutor. No matter how much you cause trouble, it won't work. And if you dare to cause trouble for me, I won't hold back. I'm not afraid to hit you. Tell your mother that once she hears this recording I have, even if you have any injuries, she won't believe that I hit you. She might even scold you!

He will be very disappointed in you. He will find out that his daughter is a bad child who would frame others, and he will definitely make me discipline you more strictly.

He Xinxin's expression changed drastically upon hearing this.

When talking to a little girl of this age, Wu Chen chose to be direct and straightforward, otherwise, given his limited experience and understanding, he might not immediately grasp the seriousness of the situation, and Wu Chen could even exaggerate the severity to scare him.

He Xingxing now understands that his life seems to be over. He has encountered a devilish teacher who has a handle that seems to only be able to beat him into a bad kid, but in reality, it can make him really be beaten and have no way to complain. Just as Wu Chen said, Wu Chen can beat him however he wants, punish him as he wants, scold him as he wants, and hit him if he doesn't study properly. Slapping his face is no problem.

No one would believe that Wu Chen was the one who did it.

That recording will prove that He Xinxin orchestrated the whole thing herself, and that He Xinxin lost all other opportunities to frame Wu Chen; none of them worked.

That recording can serve as evidence that he wanted to drive the teacher away; it was all a staged performance by him.

If you ever dare to disobey me, talk back to me, or not study properly, see how I deal with you!

Don't think that just because you're a girl, I won't make a move.

As Wu Chen spoke, he placed one hand on the door. Because Wu Chen was so close, so oppressive, and so frightening, he was so scared that he pressed himself tightly against the door, completely unable to meet Wu Chen's eyes.

Apologize to me; I don't like it when people swear at me.

Wu Chen tilted his head and smiled at He Xinxin, but to He Xinxin, it was the smile of a devil.

Yes, I'm sorry.

He Xinxin, could you apologize quietly?

Is that how a good girl behaves?

Wu Chun smiled, then removed his hand from the door, put one hand in his pocket, took a step back, and turned to look at the easel on the shelf.

Wu Chen had been looking at it before; there was a painting that He Xinxin hadn't finished, but now it seemed like He Xinxin had already completed it and wasn't making things difficult for her anymore.

He Xinxin leaned against the door to calm herself down, then gave Wu Chen's back a look that was both amused and fierce.

With a quick glance, he pursed his lips and stepped forward to pull Wu Chen's arm.

Wu Chen sensed it and turned to look at Xin Xin.

Teacher, was I wrong?

I'm sorry, could you please delete the recording?

He Xinxin spoke softly with a pitiful look on her face, her eyes red-rimmed, looking incredibly cute and endearing.

It depends on your performance.

Wu Chen smiled and said, "Teacher, please."

He Xinxin acted coquettishly.

Don't bother me.

Wu Chen said something, He Xinxin immediately stopped making a fuss. But she didn't give up, and instead, she took Wu Chen's hand and pitifully whispered, "Teacher, please don't hit me, okay?"

I'm not a bad kid!

No, how could you bear to hit a girl?

He Xinxin is certainly not a bad kid. If he were bad, he would have directly accused someone of calling for help instead of using intimidation. He just wanted to scare away the teacher who was supposed to teach him.

If you behave, don't upset your mother, and study painting diligently, why would I hit you?

Wu Chen smiled at He Xinxin, "Be good, wouldn't it be better to accept the call of joy?"

Okay, I'll be good.

He Xinxin nodded repeatedly, then loosened his grip on Wu Chen's clothes. "Teacher, I'm going back to my room to change my coat. I can't let my mom see me."

The clothes are torn, handled with care, looking pitiful, well, go ahead.

Wu Chen nodded and smiled.

He Xinxin left the art studio.

Before leaving, she opened the door to check and make sure her mother wasn't in the living room before rushing out, turning around and taking two steps back to her room, where she closed the door.

The bedroom has a very girly feel, with dolls everywhere.

After closing the door, He Xinxin didn't go to change her clothes. Instead, she quickly went to the closet and picked up her phone.

While he was scrolling through his contacts, he glanced back at the doorway once, as if afraid someone might suddenly come in.

Finally, he dialed a number, and the call connected quickly.

Hey, Sister Shanshan, someone's bullying me.

He Xinxin's tone was full of grievance as soon as she opened her mouth.

Um?

Who is it?

Who dares to bully Xin Xin?

Wow!

The voice on the other end of the phone suddenly exploded; it was a girl's voice, sounding like she was visiting her sister—it was an adult.

Sister Shanshan, could you tell Brother Daji who it is?

Have they gotten themselves into a frenzy?

Xin Xin, don't be afraid, I'll find 100 people to beat him to death.

What?

What do you mean, "killed"?

Sister Shanshan, don't be impulsive.

He Xinxin was actually a little scared after hearing that.

A 14-year-old tutor is alright; he's naturally scared after hearing this. How dare someone bully our new friend? We should beat him to death! Why keep him around for the New Year?

The voice on the phone was still irritable.

It was just a casual remark made in anger, you didn't have to kill me.

He Xinxin said.

Xin Xin, who are you afraid of now?

Tell my sister, it was my mom who hired a tutor for me, and every family calls him that!

The other person's tone immediately softened, and they even smiled.

Hey, I thought something was wrong. Your mom found Jia Jiu to do this, how could we dare to interfere? Didn't you say you could handle it yourself?

That was the same guy last time, but this time it's different. He's really wicked; he recorded my conversations.

Then I briefly explained the situation to He Xinxin. He didn't hide the methods he used to get rid of the tutor from his friends, and there was nothing he couldn't say.

I don't dare let my mom know now that I don't want to learn to draw. She says she'll beat me if I don't study hard.

That old man is something else, he's got some tricks up his sleeve.

After hearing this, Shanshan spoke first.

He's not an old man, probably in his twenties.

He Xinxin said.

Twenties?

Male?

Yeah, I thought your mom had found you another art professor from some school.

Young man, college student, art major, just graduated.

I don't know, and he didn't say, but he's quite wealthy and drives Mercedes-Benz.

Driving Mercedes-Benz is nothing, he's become a tutor. My older brother drives Ferrari.

It's easier to talk about young people; no matter how capable they are, it won't work.

Xin Xin, just tell me what you want to do. If you dare to bully Xin Xin, I'll have someone smash it to pieces right now.

No, it's not necessary. My mom already knows what's going to happen.

Yes, we can't let Auntie know either.

So what do you suggest we do?

First, get the recording back, make him apologize to me, and then...

He Xinxin hesitated a bit because she couldn't think of anything right away. She knew that using too harsh a method wouldn't work, but she also couldn't be too lenient and still feel unsatisfied.

Okay, okay, I understand, thank you.

Watch what I've got, I'll scare him to death.

Shanshan said.

The two talked for a while and finally agreed that He Xinxin would take Wu Chen out and lead him to a place where it would be convenient to do business.

Ten minutes later, He Xinxin came out of her bedroom. She had changed her coat, but it was still very baggy, with a hip-hop vibe.

The red mark on her chin hadn't faded yet, so she was being very careful.

He quickly went into the art studio after leaving the bedroom.

Teacher, did I draw well?

He Xinxin was really well-behaved. When she saw Wu Chen looking through her sketches, she came over and called him "teacher" in a very sweet voice, looking very obedient.

Hmm, not bad, but it's really impressive for your age.

Wu Chen turned to look at He Xinxin, smiled, and gestured to He Xinxin again.

He Xinxin sat down in the chair in front of the easel.

Wu Chen took a pencil and compared it to the unfinished sketch on the drawing board, showing how the brushstrokes should be drawn here.

An hour later, it was already past 11 a. m., and He Zhiqin, still wearing an apron, was busy in the kitchen. He really wanted Wu Chen to teach his daughter; he was very attentive and eager.

So, when he first invited Wu Chen to lunch, he couldn't just cook a few dishes; he had to prepare eight dishes. Just preparing all the ingredients, washing and chopping them, took half an hour.

By this time, the stews that were cooked earlier are almost done, and there are still cold dishes and two stir-fries left. These are all easy and quick to make, so they will be cooked last.

He Shiqin prepared another cold dish, then took the bowls and chopsticks to the dining room to set them off. Seeing that no one was in the living room, but could vaguely hear sounds from the studio, which was ajar, he walked over and pushed it open. Just as he was about to say something, he froze, somewhat surprised, then overjoyed, because he saw his daughter.

He Xinxin sat obediently in the chair, while Wu Chen stood to her side and behind her, holding a pencil and teaching his daughter sketching techniques.

But her daughter, He Xinxin, seemed to be listening very attentively, being exceptionally well-behaved and obedient.

This reminded He Shiqin of a few years ago, when her daughter was just as obedient.

In fact, He Shiqin was somewhat surprised. Many old teachers and professors couldn't teach their daughters and simply couldn't manage them.

When Wu Chen arrived, his daughter reacted strongly, even slamming the door. What's wrong with her now?

Has Wu Chen taught her to be completely obedient?

Or has Wu Chen rekindled his daughter's interest in painting?

He Shiqin was truly pleasantly surprised.

He Xinxin seemed to notice and turned to look at the door. Wu Chen also looked over. "Oh, Mr. Wu, thank you for your hard work. Xingxing, study hard and don't let your teacher down. Lunch will be ready soon. Mr. Wu, you don't need to rush Xingxing. She must be tired. Let her rest in the living room for a while."

He Shiqin's language logic seems to have a slight problem, which is gratifying.

I'm studying with my teacher, could you please not disturb me?

He Xinxin spoke up, pouting as if she was unwilling. She was quite the actress, putting on an act for Wu Chen.

You silly girl, I'll go cook then. Thank you for your hard work, Teacher Wu.

He Zhiqin smiled and said something to his daughter happily, then spoke to Wu Chen before closing the door.

He Xinxin glanced at Wu Chen again and asked directly, "Teacher, have I been good?"

Um.

Wu Chen smiled and nodded, then raised his hand to indicate that they should continue looking at the drawing board.

He Xinxin chuckled and then earnestly began to imitate Wu Chen's speech.

Ten minutes later, the food was served, and He Shiqing invited Wu Chen and He Xinxin to wash their hands and eat.

He Shixin was extremely happy with lunch because his daughter had really changed. She even took the initiative to ask Wu Chen questions about painting at the table, and she was very respectful to Wu Chen, speaking very sweetly.

Wu Chen managed to raise his daughter well, even though no one else could.

He Shiqin's desire to formally hire Wu Chen as her tutor grew increasingly urgent. His life had become bleak and hopeless, devoid of any other possibilities. He pinned all his hopes on his daughter, hoping she would improve, become outstanding, and achieve great success in the future.

She had almost lost all hope because her daughter was disobedient, but unexpectedly, the appearance of Teacher Wu brought her hope again.

After dinner, He Shiqin chatted with Wu Chen about tutoring. Wu Chen said he would teach her some more and observe her, saying that He Xinxin was very talented, and that he had time today to test her again in the afternoon.

He Shixin was naturally very willing to do so.

Therefore, after the conversation, Wu Chen didn't leave. He chatted with He Shixin for a while, rested for a bit, and then went to the art studio to teach He Xinxin how to paint.

Before she knew it, at 3:30 pm, He Xinxin passed Wu Chen's test.

He Xinxin went back to her room, while Wu Chen chatted with He Shixin again in the living room.

In the living room, He Shixin was chatting with Wu Chen when He Xinxin came out of the room again. He was carrying Skateboard in one hand and a backpack with protective gear on his shoulder.

Mom, I want to go out and play for a while, okay?

He Xinxin said to her mother.

Um.

He Shixin glanced at his daughter, pondered for a moment, and then smiled and said, "Go ahead, but don't stay out too late, and come back early."

She was genuinely in a better mood.

Her daughter was obedient, studied diligently, and then relaxed, so of course she wouldn't stop her.

After talking to her daughter, He Shiqin turned to Wu Chen and explained about Xingxing. She said that recently, Xingxing had been at Wanhuaban, in a nearby park, with a group of kids around his age. It was nice to relax and have more friends.

Teacher Wu Chen, do you have time?

At this moment, He Xinxin spoke up, smiling sweetly at Wu Chen, "Want to come with me to take a look? It's very close, just in the park. I can do more than just draw, you know."

He wanted to invite Wu Chen over and take her to the park.

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