Dubian Che once again reviewed Yuzao Haomei's exam paper and guessed the likelihood that she would conscientiously complete the teaching tasks he had set on her own.

No way, he thought.

If she was that self-disciplined, she wouldn't be in the activity classroom of the Human Observation Department.

Dubian Che also didn't have the kind of authority Kiyono Lin casually wielded to summon students' parents to school.

Would he have to provide on-site guidance, then?

If possible, he didn't want to talk to her, let alone meet her.

He began to speak, "Yuzao, the subject in which you've lost the most points in history is World History, particularly the Spring and Autumn Period and Warring States Period. You scored zero across the board."

"You know," said Yuzao Haomei as she twirled her hair with her fingers, "sometimes I wonder: Is there really a need to study the history of other countries? And the same goes for math—what use do these things have in everyday life?"

"If you're not working in a relevant research job, just in terms of knowledge, they really aren't very useful."

"Then why do schools still teach these subjects?"

Yuzao Haomei's beautiful eyes glared resentfully at Dubian Che as if he were the Minister of Education, Culture, Sports, Science and Technology who decided on school curriculum.

Dubian Che wasn't angry at all, because he simply didn't care about her opinion.

He said offhandedly:

"Knowledge may be useless, but remembering facts and solving problems can help train our brains and gradually teach us how to systematically grasp things.

The ultimate goal of learning, I think, is to have a method to start understanding new things on a day in the future where we lack guidance and experience so that humanity can continue to understand the world and enrich ourselves.

Comparing to myself, if my dream is to become a Tokyo hunk, I need to transcend who I was the day before. Mastering the methods of systematic learning and having a trained brain can make things smoother, like self-studying a foreign language. That's the general idea."

Yuzao Haomei pondered seriously for about a minute before voicing her confusion:

"Ever since a moment ago, I've been curious—Tokyo hunks... aren't they just the guys who depend on their looks, tell a few jokes, and then slide their hands under girls' skirts?"

Dubian Che massaged his nose bridge in frustration as he heard Kiyono Lin's cheerful laughter nearby.

He glanced over and saw Kiyono Lin gazing at a hardcover book, murmuring to herself, "This part is interesting."

It turns out that never lying doesn't mean not concealing some things or equivocating.

Cunning woman.

He looked away, neatly arranging the answer sheets in his hand: "Whether it's useful or not, just think of it as studying hard to pass your exams."

"But I don't want to do practice problems," Yuzao complained. "I hate doing problems. They're not the least bit fun."

Dubian Che thought for a moment: "I'll give you the predicted questions."

"Predicted questions?"

"Yes," Dubian Che nodded confidently, "I've taken all the exams written by the teachers, and I'll give you questions based on their preferences. You just need to do one set a day, and I guarantee that you, Yuzao, will at least get a B in the make-up exam."

"Can you really predict them? Is that even possible?" Yuzao Haomei stood up, and the scraping sound of the steel chair against the floor was jarring.

Kiyono Lin frowned slightly.

"Of course," Dubian Che said with a smile, and from that smile, one could feel his strong confidence, "My deviation value is 74. Mr. Xiaoquan says I'm guaranteed admission to Tokyo University. So, what do you think?"

Tokyo University doesn't have a great reputation—there's always this impression that it's filled with losers and politicians. Yet, if you say to a high school student, "How about aiming for Tokyo University as your dream school?" they'll respond with, "Tokyo University? No way, no way! Absolutely impossible! Can't get in, forget about it."

In summary: You might look down on the appearance or personality of those at Tokyo University, but you can't disdain their brains.

That's about the size of it.

So when Yuzao Haomei heard that Dubian Che had been told by a teacher that he could be recommended for Tokyo University, she immediately believed it.

"You seem different today compared to the last time we met, but never mind." She said, almost pressing her face against Dubian Che's, "Che, you'll give it to me, right? The prediction papers? Considering our relationship~"

"Mr. Xiaoquan asked me to tutor you, so this little thing is no problem," Dubian Che stepped away from her, "But after you finish the exam papers, you still have to memorize the problem-solving methods."

"Don't worry, don't worry, if I don't memorize the answers, then cheating would be pointless."

"Cheating? Whatever, call it what you will. You have two options now, one is to wait here and I will give you today's prediction papers, or you can go back right away and do two sets tomorrow, four sheets for two subjects."

"I'll choose the second option, Gui Jiang is still waiting for me~" Yuzao Haomei picked up her bag and briskly rushed out of the activity room, "I'll leave the predictions to you then, Little Che~"

The activity room returned to silence.

"Is this how Tokyo's handsome guys deceive people?"

"I call it tactics."

They were discussing the prediction papers.

High school had started just a month ago, how much content could there be to test? Five days' time, one paper per day, enough to memorize all the knowledge points.

Yuzao Haomei was duped by 'excellent student' and 'prediction papers'.

People looking for shortcuts have always been like this, from ancient times to now.

"But I admit, you're better than me at tutoring methods."

Dubian Che looked at Kiyono Lin with some surprise, she didn't strike him as someone who would admit defeat.

Before he could speak.

"Just like that, not being arrogant also counts as my strength." The girl flipped her hair back, revealing a down-to-earth smile.

"Alright, alright, you're the greatest in the whole world." Dubian Che picked up his backpack, getting ready to leave.

"That statement was a lie. Do you think I'm not good enough? To spare you from misunderstanding my greatness due to your ignorance, let me explain it to you: acknowledging that someone inferior to you exceeds you in certain aspects is something only a person of noble character can do."

"If there's nothing else, I'll be going now." Dubian Che felt that there was no saving the other party.

Mr. Xiaoquan, someone overconfident and looking down on others is right here, make her write a reflective essay!

Kiyono Lin crossed her arms, hands propped against her chin, "Is this what they call playing hard to get? Such a low tactic, it's hard to believe any woman would fall for this."

Dubian Che turned back as he reached the door, "Why should all my actions be based on trying to gain your favor?"

"You may not like me, but that doesn't mean you don't want to ravish my body." Kiyono Lin covered her blouse's collar with one hand and pressed down on the hem of her pleated skirt with the other, "Plainly spoken, that's just what men are like."

"No, things like ravishing, I've never thought of that."

Kiyono Lin revealed a victor's disdainful smile, let go of her collar and skirt hem, and sat down properly, opening a hardcover book anew.

"Remember to close the door."

Damn it!

Even if he had unconsciously thought about it, it was not about ravishing her in a sexual manner, but about the insult and trampling of dignity in life!

Being misunderstood by a woman to be interested in her and moreover, her putting on such a superior attitude, truly infuriating.

Dubian Che wanted to slam the activity room's sliding door shut, but taking his anger out on objects wasn't something a handsome Tokyo guy should do.

If next month's game store refreshes with convenient medicines, he definitely has to show this woman, who besides her beauty and intelligence has nothing commendable, his capabilities.

Dubian Che closed the door gently.