Chapter

“…?” Hearing what Jiang Muwen said, Wen Yichen instinctively paused. “What else?”

“So, should I thank you?” Jiang Muwen, hair disheveled from Wen Yichen’s earlier ruffling, stared at him directly.

“No need for thanks. Just don’t scare me again by getting scores like that,” Wen Yichen replied, pulling out paper and pen. He grumbled about the girl beside him but still patiently explained the questions.

Once all the problems were clarified, Wen Yichen set down his pen and swiveled his chair, his slender fingers resting on the mouse. “Correct your answers first. If you run into questions you don’t understand, call me.”

He said this, then switched on his computer screen, his gaze now fixed on the game interface that appeared.

Jiang Muwen glanced over, catching sight of the perfect-score math test on his desk and then his game screen. She felt a profound sense of injustice—how could some people be both clever and attractive, living life so effortlessly?

As the saying goes, when God closes a door for you, He’ll also pinch your head, and then install a security window. If any phrase described Jiang Muwen, this was it.

The sound in the bedroom gradually faded. Wen Yichen, not wanting to disrupt Jiang Muwen’s study, lowered the volume of his game. The room was filled only with the gentle “click” of fingers on the keyboard and the occasional scratch of pen tip against paper as Jiang Muwen drew diagrams.

Suddenly, the chat icon in the lower right corner flickered. Wen Yichen instinctively shifted his gaze, then opened the chat box.

The sender was Bai Xu, who had recommended a song to Wen Yichen, attaching a message: “This song is really good, bro, you have to listen!”

Wen Yichen glanced at the title—it was a foreign song. Without much thought, he typed: “I’ll listen later.”

The next moment, Bai Xu replied: “No way! Listen now!”

Wen Yichen wrote, “Wait, I’ll get some headphones.”

Bai Xu replied, “You won’t die if you play it out loud!”

Unable to argue, Wen Yichen agreed. Before hitting play, he turned to Jiang Muwen. “I’m going to put on a song—do you mind?”

Jiang Muwen figured music might help ease her nerves while working through practice problems, so she gave her consent.

The mouse clicked the play button with cautious precision. Wen Yichen had suspected there might be something odd about the music, but the melody was unexpectedly pleasant.

Seeing there was nothing amiss, Wen Yichen relaxed and turned up the volume slightly.

But as he listened, he sensed something was off. The lyrics—so long as one didn’t pay close attention, it was fine. But if one listened carefully… the words seemed, well, inappropriate for children.

Jiang Muwen, too, noticed the oddity. She stopped her pen mid-stroke.

The air suddenly stilled, tinged with an awkward silence.

Neither was foolish—they both understood the meaning of the song. The bedroom was quiet, save for the lone foreign melody playing.

The atmosphere seemed to subtly shift, but neither dared break it.

Abruptly, Wen Yichen straightened, hand on the mouse, prepared to end the embarrassing song. Yet as he glanced at the progress bar, he realized the song was nearly over, and the rest had no lyrics.

He figured there was no harm in finishing it, so he leaned back in his chair.

But as soon as he did, the speakers emitted a series of indescribable sounds—soft, breathless, intimate.

At once, the air thickened with embarrassment, leaving only endless awkwardness between them.

A boy and a girl alone in a room, with a song like that…

The level of discomfort rivaled that of watching TV with one’s parents, only for an inappropriate scene to suddenly flash across the screen.

Wen Yichen immediately switched the track, a suspicious blush rising to his ears. “Let’s… listen to something else…”

Jiang Muwen answered softly.

The music shifted to gentle, flowing notes. Wen Yichen turned his chair, moving closer to Jiang Muwen, mouth slightly open as if to explain. “That last song…”

He wanted to clarify that Bai Xu had recommended it, but saying so might only make it worse.

“The melody wasn’t bad…” Jiang Muwen offered, smoothing things over.

Though she said so, Wen Yichen knew his upright image in Jiang Muwen’s mind must have utterly collapsed.

Still, he forced himself to appear calm, responding with a nonchalant “Mm,” and said nothing more.

Soon, Jiang Muwen’s attention returned to her papers. She scribbled and muttered under her breath, “I didn’t expect you to have such tastes…”

No sooner had she spoken than Wen Yichen’s cool voice drifted to her ear. “I heard that.”

“…!” Jiang Muwen jolted. “I’ll keep your secret!”

At her words, Wen Yichen couldn’t hold back a laugh, his lips curving into a handsome arc—helpless, but tinged with rare gentleness. “Silly.”

He watched Jiang Muwen, idly twirling the pen in his hand. “Instead of wasting time thinking about things like that, you’d be better off considering how to tackle next week’s monthly exam.”

Monthly exam???

The news hit her like a tornado, leaving the unprepared girl stunned.

“But… I… this…” Jiang Muwen was so shocked, she could barely speak. Less than a week’s time, and someone like her was expected to face the monthly exam?

“Don’t worry—I’m here.” Wen Yichen propped his head with one hand, the other tapping his pen. His tone was lazy, but it was clear he was determined.

Seeing Wen Yichen’s calm demeanor, Jiang Muwen tried to make him see reality. “Wen Yichen, are you sure? In such a short time, teaching me—isn’t that like repairing the sky?”

As soon as she finished, Wen Yichen replied, “No, it’s like creating the world together.”