Don't Cry for Me - chapter 5

Chapter 5

I talked with Mom. Yao now has a psychological shadow about tutoring, so I’ll take care of her for a while.

Mom was still shaken and felt very guilty: “As long as she’s happy, it doesn’t matter whether she studies or not, given our family’s situation.”

I told Yao, “It’s true, our family is very wealthy. You may already be standing in Rome (i.e. in a privileged position), but that’s a different matter from whether you study or not. Even if you can live a life without worries now, you can’t guarantee that Dad and Mom will support you forever. Besides, if you raise your intellectual level, you’ll be able to experience more, choose more, and broaden both the depth and breadth of your life.”

I originally thought these words would be too complicated for Yao at this age.

But she nodded without hesitation: “I want to be someone like my sister.”

The implication being she doesn’t want to be someone like Mom…

Uh, maybe that’s the power of example.

Since the little girl has this ambition, I assigned her a task.

I asked her to review the head-shaving incident, to figure out what it was all about and how to deal with it. Anything related to it could be researched.

Yao never expected that instead of making her recite textbooks and do exercises, I actually let her use her phone and surf the internet.

But since this was a matter closely related to her, she diligently searched for information online every day and read a ton of books.

I praised her and gave her more book lists, asking her to build mind maps while collecting information, and to keep expanding her knowledge base. Anything she was interested in could be researched, for example-the causes of stomach cancer.

Yao didn’t even want to complain anymore, she just silently glanced at me twice.

Besides that, I required her to come to me every evening during self-study and pick out the important homework to do.

I borrowed an empty classroom from Old Cai. We studied in a bold and unconventional way, and it wouldn’t be good to disturb others.

One day, Yao came to find me for dinner and saw Xu Nanyi, who had just finished a fight, next to me. She exclaimed in surprise.

I asked her what she was surprised about, and she said, “That’s the classmate who got beaten up in the alley the other day.”

Xu Nanyi shot her a glare, clearly quite unhappy with the words “got beaten up.”

I quietly sipped my Da Hong Pao – wow, the Male Lead was sitting right next to me.

I tapped Xu Nanyi’s desk with my finger: “Come out with me tonight.”

“What for?” Xu Nanyi propped up his leg coolly, deliberately avoiding eye contact with me.

Just in case my little sister won’t be able to win you over… I thought to myself, flashing him a smile: “I’ll tutor you.”

Xu Nanyi lowered his eyes: “Can’t we do it in the classroom?”

“Too many people.”

Xu Nanyi was silent for a long time, then snorted and turned his face away: “…Annoying.”

That night, he walked into the empty classroom with his textbooks, saw Yao, and suddenly froze: “Who’s she?”

“My sister.” I pointed to the seat next to Yao. “Sit.”

Xu Nanyi scoffed, rebellious as ever, and pulled out the chair next to me, making the desk rattle.

“Such a temper. The day you got beaten up, it was my sister who reported it. Hurry up and say ‘Thank you, Yao.'” I played matchmaker for this historic meeting between the Male Lead and Female Lead.

Yao scratched her head enthusiastically: “No need to thank me, my sister told me to do it, and she even bought you medicine!”

I froze.

Yao, you’re never going to win him over like that, you know?

Xu Nanyi glanced at me, and for once, replied seriously: “Mm, I know.”

You think you know? You know nothing!