Chapter Sixty-Nine: Trapped Once More

Gangzi and his companions carried Chen Tianyu to the gates of the Chen family home.

Chen Tianyu was still unconscious. Gangzi glanced at the tightly shut door and thought, “If we just leave him here and no one inside notices, what if he freezes to death?”

“Go on, everyone, leave. I’ll hand him over to his family myself in a bit.”

One of the younger men hesitated, “Brother Gang, should we kick the door? That way someone inside will come out, and we can run. But what if you get caught?”

Gangzi—

After Binding the Bootlicker System, I Snatched the Handsomest Rough Guy, Chapter Sixty-Nine: Trapped Again

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“Auntie, it’s not about the money. I’m a high school teacher, and now that it’s summer break, I took this tutoring job.”

“Since I accepted this work, I must be responsible for my student. If I teach poorly, or if I truly can’t get along with your child, you can dismiss me at any time, and I’ll leave without a word. But until then, I must fulfill my duty as a teacher and do my best to teach him well.”

“If Han Shi actively sought tutoring, it shows he’s ambitious and eager to improve his grades. Perhaps he needs the right encouragement and guidance from us adults.”

“Children these days shouldn’t be spoiled too much. Auntie, look, it’s almost ten o’clock already. I must wake him up.”

A well-dressed, intellectual middle-aged woman argued tirelessly, but the grandmother remained stubborn, repeating the same phrase over and over:

“Missing a day of classes won’t matter much. The child is growing; sleep is most important.”

The teacher turned her head and, facing away from the grandparents, rolled her eyes discreetly.

Han Shi came downstairs, standing on the steps and listening for a moment, just as he met the teacher’s gaze.

He dreaded the sudden silence.

He’d enjoyed himself all day yesterday, completely forgetting about hiring a tutor, so when he came downstairs, he tread softly, hoping to play the ostrich.

The teacher, meeting her student for the first time, had just demonstrated rather questionable behavior right in front of him. She felt both frustrated and embarrassed.

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At this moment, Han Shi had no choice but to break the ice. He hurried to the sofa and said with a smile, “Grandpa, Grandma, I’m awake.”

Then, turning to the teacher, he apologized sincerely, “Sorry, teacher, I overslept.”

He disliked making excuses for himself—like staying up late yesterday or negotiating contracts earlier.

Maybe it was his dazzling smile, or perhaps her sense of authority had already been compromised in front of him; the teacher forced a smile and said, “Don’t let it happen again.”

“Let me introduce myself. I’m a math teacher at Furong City Secondary School. I teach math from first to third year, hold a senior teaching certificate, and my surname is Jiang.”

“I’ve learned a bit about your background from your grandmother. If you made it into Furong City First High School, your foundation shouldn’t be bad.”

“Hello, Teacher Jiang.” Han Shi greeted her politely, then hurriedly added, “Wait a moment, teacher, I’ll go get my textbooks and some paper.”

Han Shi quickly went upstairs, slung his backpack over his shoulder, and selected several high school math textbooks and study guides. He dashed into the kitchen for a moment and finally grabbed a carton of milk from the fridge.

“Teacher, I’m a bit hungry. Hope you don’t mind?” Han Shi shook the milk carton sheepishly, smiling.

The grandparents left for a walk, giving them space and avoiding any interruptions.

Seeing that she didn’t object, Han Shi swiftly snatched a slice of watermelon from the fruit platter on the coffee table and took a couple bites.

The boy’s appearance was so misleading that it was impossible to dislike him. Teacher Jiang reminded herself silently not to judge by looks, to uphold the virtue of a good educator, and to treat every student equally, regardless of background.

Once Han Shi settled in at the glass table, she composed herself and began, “Let’s first discuss your learning goals, so I can determine the teaching steps and approaches to take.”

“Do you just need help with assignments, exercises, or test papers? Or do you want targeted practice to improve weak areas in math? Or, since you’re about to enter your third year, do you want a systematic review of all high school math?”

Han Shi scratched his head, embarrassed. “Teacher Jiang, I might need a very comprehensive review.”

Teacher Jiang nodded calmly and confidently. “How have your math exam scores been?”

Han Shi rummaged through his backpack and replied after a moment, “Around one hundred and twenty.”

It seemed his original self’s math grades weren’t great—barely passing on a two-hundred-point test.

He grumbled inwardly, then quickly added, “But, Teacher Jiang, that’s probably not very useful as a reference. Please start from the basics.”

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Han Shi felt compelled to lower her expectations, or else he’d surely fall behind: “Honestly, my math level is just a bit above elementary school.”

Teacher Jiang laughed, “There’s no need to be so modest; I need to know your real ability so I can set up a proper teaching plan.”

She took a test paper from her bag and smiled, “Let’s do this: try this first mock exam for senior students. That way I’ll have a clearer idea.”

Han Shi reluctantly took the paper. Under her encouraging gaze, he picked up a pen, sat up straight, and began.

After writing his name, he was dazed by the dense questions on the sheet.

With the teacher watching him, he couldn’t let his mind wander, so he forced himself to do the multiple-choice questions, then sluggishly tackled the rest.

He found that, unlike history or literature, where you could always write something, math questions offered nothing but blank stares if you didn’t know the answer.

Han Shi recalled a joke: when pushed to the limit, people can do almost anything—except math problems.

Time to test his luck. His ears reddened. After about ten minutes, he handed in the paper.

Teacher Jiang took it, frowning in disbelief, “You really couldn’t do any of the later questions? Solving math problems requires patience, careful reading, and approaching them from different angles.”

Han Shi decided to be frank, “Teacher Jiang, I told you, my math level is barely better than an elementary schooler’s.”

Such a handsome child, but not so bright—perhaps the heavens truly are fair?

Teacher Jiang, thoughtful, set the paper aside and studied Han Shi for a moment. He grew uneasy under her gaze. At last, she said, “Now I believe you.”

“But don’t be discouraged. There’s still a month left of summer vacation, and a whole year before the college entrance exam. As long as you study seriously, put in effort, and keep improving, I believe your math scores can rise significantly.”

“Low scores just mean more room for progress. I’ll prepare a daily study schedule for you this month, and we’ll proceed step by step. No rush.”

Han Shi quickly assured her of his cooperation and determination. He thought Teacher Jiang must be well respected and popular at school, and she was just as dedicated to her temporary student.

Then, the next day, as Teacher Jiang arrived early, carrying a thick stack of study materials, Han Shi felt utterly overwhelmed.

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