Chapter 8

Chapter 8

During evening self-study, Lu Jiayu switched seats with Zhou Jiahui.

He sat in front of me.

He gave a lazy, delighted laugh. “If I sleep here, nobody will disturb me.”

I silently raised the electric lighter igniter and brought it near the back of his neck. Sneak attack. Snap!

“Ow!”

Shocking someone once felt good. Shocking someone forever felt good forever.

Sitting beside me, Zhou Jiahui trembled as she tried to persuade me. “Actually, my younger male cousin has already inherited all of his grandfather’s assets. He really does not need to study so hard. Stop forcing him…”

I stopped, a little at a loss. “Then wouldn’t I have no way to repay him?”

Unexpectedly, Lu Jiayu had enjoyed the shock. When I did not move for a long time, he turned back with anticipation and urged me, “Hurry up and shock me. Why did you stop? If I fall asleep and delay my studying, will you take responsibility?”

Me: “…”

Zhou Jiahui suddenly understood something. “That scheming masochist Lu Jiayu is actually treating studying as part of his play?”

Lu Jiayu was slow at multiple-choice questions, had a high error rate, and lacked urgency.

So when I went to his house that weekend, I deliberately brought fermented amaranth stems.

The moment I entered, he asked, “Did you step in dog poop?”

“Shh. I forbid you from insulting the little snack you are about to eat.”

Lu Jiayu: “!!!”

The show began.

Me: “The capacity of a lithium-ion battery is measured in A-h. A-h means…”

Lu Jiayu: “D. Power?”

“Wrong. A. Electric charge.”

I grabbed a thick amaranth stem and stuffed it into his mouth. “Hold it. Do not let it fall out.”

His eyes began to water from pure physiology. His whole body shook, and the smell twisted his features. “Yoo’re jush a jerrrk! Ugh…”

Of course I could not miss the chance to make him feel the thrill. I pushed it a little toward the back of his throat. “Who told you to take it so deep?”

The child improved at shocking speed.

He simply could never again bear the smell of amaranth stems.

Lu Jiayu’s first mock exam results came out.

Forget a 985 university. Even a 211 would be difficult.

I was so angry I went to his house for a home visit and told him to take off his shirt.

“Kneel! Useless waste. This time I really need to punish you properly!”

Then came a round with the Seven Wolves belt.

Crack after crack.

I struck until his mother came knocking. “Um… I do not oppose puppy love… but minors cannot do that sort of thing…”

I had not even understood.

Lu Jiayu answered first, “What are you thinking? Don’t delay the important business! After she finishes hitting me, I still have to copy my wrong questions a hundred times!”

His mother actually sounded a little disappointed. “After the hitting… it is only copying questions?”

Me: ??

What else would it be?

Under my strict stick education,

Lu Jiayu’s second mock exam scores rose noticeably.

If he fought for it, he might even rush into a 985.

Then I relaxed and stopped watching him closely.

His third mock exam scores crashed down.

After following him, I discovered that after school he had been gaming with his little bros and had gotten addicted again.

I caught him in the study room, one hand gripping his chin while the other slapped him again and again. “You were supposed to enter the exam room calmly and with ease! Now you have to roll and crawl in there in a panic! I told you not to play. Smack. Told you not to play. Smack. Will you still play? Smack, smack, smack!”

His offline bros kept advising him. “Boss, don’t just offer your left cheek. Hurry and give Sister-in-law the right cheek too, or your face will become uneven!”

His online brothers wailed and lowered their phone screens to half-mast in mourning. “Teach the child in public and the husband behind closed doors. Sister-in-law gives you no face at all. How are we supposed to survive later?”

With an ice pack on his face, Lu Jiayu said like a lovesick fool, “We don’t have children yet, do we? Once we do, she will know to feel sorry for me and give me some face. She will close the door before hitting me!”

Then he turned to beg me, “Next time don’t hit so hard, okay? Your hand must hurt.”

Me: “…”