Yan Ruanning stared blankly at Cheng Che in front of her.
Gold-rimmed glasses.
Calculus textbook.
A serious expression.
And then there's that line, "Yan, the teacher is here to give you a lesson."
The first image that flashed through her mind was when, in a moment of excitement, she told Cheng Che on the phone, "Teach me calculus, and I'll give you one percent of the royalties from my next album."
At the time, she thought it was just a joke, and she forgot about it after saying it.
Then a second image appeared immediately afterward.
Su Jianqiu whispered in her ear with a mischievous grin, "Disrespectful disciple."
Yan Ruanning stood at the door, two images colliding in her mind.
It exploded.
What's going on here?
Was I the one who yelled at him, or was he the one who yelled at me?
She looked at Cheng Che's serious face. His eyes behind his gold-rimmed glasses were calm, but the corners of his mouth seemed to be slightly upturned.
It was just a tiny bit, but Yan Ruanning saw it.
She abruptly took a step back and slammed the door shut.
Then she leaned against the door, panting heavily.
He covered his face with his hands; his face was burning hot.
At the office door at the end of the corridor, several staff members peeked in this direction and whispered among themselves.
Yan Ruanning didn't have time to deal with them.
Outside the door, Cheng Che stared blankly at the closed door.
He scratched his head, muttering to himself, "Wait, even if the Heartthrob of Ten Thousand' effect was triggered, it shouldn't be this bad, right? Could it be that Higher Incubus has some other effect I don't know about?"
He knocked on the door. " Sister Ning Ruan? What's wrong?"
Inside the door, Yan Ruanning took a deep breath, then another.
She slapped her face hard, scolding herself inwardly: Calm down, you're a top-tier female celebrity, what handsome men haven't you seen?
It's just a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, isn't it?
Isn't it just the way he looks in LV? Isn't it just...
She closed her eyes briefly, suppressing all the chaotic images in her mind, then turned around and opened the door.
"Come in." She turned her head away, avoiding his gaze, her tone haughty. " Teacher Cheng."
Cheng Che went inside.
The recording studio wasn't large; it had a control console, a glass partition separating the recording booths, sound-absorbing cotton hanging on the walls, and a guitar and an electronic keyboard in the corner.
Yan Ruanning closed the door and followed behind him, saying as she walked:
"You're going to teach me calculus? Being able to learn and being able to teach are two different things. Are you sure you know how to teach?"
Cheng Che sneered, glanced at the [Teacher] title on the system panel, and said smugly:
"Really? You'll see once you try. Sit down."
He pointed to the chair next to him.
Yan Ruanning sat down instinctively.
Then she stole a glance at Cheng Che. His gold-rimmed glasses sat on his nose, the thin frames making his face appear even paler.
As he looked down to flip through the book, his eyelashes cast a small shadow behind his glasses.
Yan Ruanning's face turned red again.
She screamed inwardly: Yan Ruanning, you better step up! You've seen it all in the recording studio!
But she knew this wasn't just her problem.
Cheng Che's look wearing gold-rimmed glasses at the report meeting has become a bombshell in the [ Star Journey ] super topic.
After that report meeting, the entire supertopic was filled with this kind of content.
[Gold-rimmed glasses, gold-rimmed glasses, gold-rimmed glasses, I'll say it a million times: gold-rimmed glasses]
I watched the moment he pushed up his glasses thirty times.
I hereby declare that gold-rimmed glasses will henceforth be the key word in my life.
[He looked like a schoolteacher from the Republican era when he wore glasses, but also like a particularly young schoolteacher. I wanted to be taught by him.]
What did he teach me? Math? Or something else?
[Wake up, you in front!]
Do you think he wears glasses to see the blackboard better, or to see me better?
Wake up, he can't see you.
I don't care, he was looking at me when he pushed up his glasses.
[Gold-rimmed glasses + LV + podium = My death]
I want to be his student. What I learn isn't important; what matters is that he teaches me.
I'm bad at math, but I'm willing to learn it from scratch for him.
When Yan Ruanning first saw those posts, she secretly laughed at them.
Now, sitting in front of Cheng Che, looking into the eyes behind his gold-rimmed glasses, she couldn't laugh anymore.
Because she wanted to scream too.
Cheng Che didn't notice her unusual behavior.
He pulled a test paper from the textbook and handed it to him.
"Come on, let me see your math skills."
Yan Ruanning took it curiously and looked down at it.
Two-digit addition and subtraction.
Multiplying a three-digit number by a one-digit number.
The word problem states, "Xiaoming has five Apple, and Xiaohong has three Apple."
Her face turned red. This time, it wasn't from embarrassment, but from anger.
"Elementary school math!" She slammed the test paper on the table. " Cheng Che, you've humiliated me!"
Cheng Che smiled without saying a word and handed him a pen. Then he raised his wrist and glanced at his watch.
Rolex, steel watch, the dial is very simple, but the crown logo on the clasp is clearly visible.
This is the watch Rolex gifted me; his name is engraved on the case back, along with a small line of text. "From Rolex, to the future."
I'll give you one hour.
He completely ignored Yan Ruanning's protests.
Yan Ruanning glared at him, then pulled the test paper over and picked up her pen.
She looked down and worked for two minutes, then stopped.
The third question was about multiplying a three-digit number by a one-digit number. She did the vertical calculation, filled in the answer, and then looked up at Cheng Che.
Cheng Che sat opposite her, legs crossed, flipping through his calculus textbook, not looking at her.
Yan Ruanning lowered her head and continued working.
The fourth, fifth, and sixth problems. When she got to the word problems, she paused again and drew a few circles on the Scratch Paper.
Ten minutes later, she pushed the test paper over.
"It's done."
Cheng Che took it and glanced at it.
All sixteen questions were answered correctly.
He placed the test paper on the table and nodded. "No problem with elementary school math."
Just as Yan Ruanning was about to breathe a sigh of relief, she heard him add another sentence.
"Then let's start from junior high."
He pulled another test paper from under the textbook and handed it over.
Yan Ruanning looked down. A linear equation in one variable.
Addition and subtraction of negative numbers. A word problem might ask, "A certain product first increases in price by 10%, then decreases in price by 10%. Compared to the original price, is the final price higher or lower?"
" Cheng Che," Yan Ruanning looked up, her tone complicated, "How many test papers did you bring?"
"Six sheets," Cheng Che said with a smile. "Elementary school, middle school, high school, university basics, introductory calculus, and advanced. One hour per sheet. If you can't finish today, we'll continue next time."
Yan Ruanning looked at him for two seconds, then slumped onto the table.
"I regret it," she said in a muffled voice. "I shouldn't have called you to tell you I wanted to learn calculus."
Cheng Che smiled and pushed the pen towards him.
"Yan, do your homework."