Chapter 142 Something's Wrong With You

Because Jin He was really bored, and repeatedly assured that his emotions would be more stable than Kapibala's, and that he would not get angry or upset because Fang Xiaoke was too stupid, An Yi finally nodded and agreed to let Fang Xiaoke come here for tutoring.

However, there is a prerequisite: you can only make up for one hour a day.

That very evening, Fang Xiaoke received a call from her agent, Fu Youwu, who said seriously on the other end of the line, "I'm about to sign Jin He. He heard that you've been preparing for exams recently and said he wants to help you with your math."

"Oh! Really!" Fang Xiaoke's eyes lit up, then turned worried. "But... didn't Brother Xiaohe just have surgery? Can his body handle tutoring me now?"

“Of course he can’t handle it.” Fu Youwu’s voice was flat and emotionless, like a robot, but his words were cold and piercing. “So you can’t make him feel strained in class. You have to master some basic knowledge points in advance and fill in the gaps in class.”

"Oh, right." Fang Xiaoke seemed to suddenly remember something. "But didn't Brother Xiaohe also not take the college entrance exam? He tutored me?"

"What are you thinking about?" Fu Youwu now sees Jin He as a pitiful academic genius and wants to lift him up: "He almost got into Stanford without taking the entrance exam. If it weren't for some special reasons, you would only see him in the news."

Fang Xiaoke: "!!!"

That's awesome!

"You know, heart patients are most susceptible to stress. What if he gets really angry because your grades are so bad..."

"I know, I know!" Fang Xiaoke's hair stood on end. "I promise! I promise I won't let Brother Xiaohe worry!"

"That's good. Go to his ward at 2 PM tomorrow and bring your review materials and practice questions."

"Okay!" Fang Xiaoke received the instruction and reviewed the knowledge points of analytical geometry that night. He also practiced a basic test paper. He was determined not to let Xiao He Ge stump him the next day. He studied until the middle of the night before he could fall asleep peacefully. The next afternoon, he carried his schoolbag into the ward and, like an ordinary senior high school student being taken to his teacher's house, sat awkwardly on the sofa waiting for the next instruction.

As a result, Jin He handed him a test paper on derivative functions: "These are all basic questions. Come on, let me see how good your foundation is."

Fang Xiaoke: "..."

Oh ho.

We're doomed...

Jin He handed out the test papers for half an hour without looking at Fang Xiaoke again, busy with his own things. Half an hour later, he looked up and found that Fang Xiaoke was still struggling with the multiple-choice questions, so he beckoned Fang Xiaoke over: "Half an hour has passed, and you're still working on the fifth multiple-choice question?"

Fang Xiaoke lowered her head and remained silent.

"No matter what kind of math test it is, aren't the first ten multiple-choice questions all easy points?"

Fang Xiaoke lowered her head even further.

"You got the first question wrong right away? Are you making this up?"

Fang Xiaoke's eyes were almost brimming with tears.

Jin He wasn't angry; instead, she fell into deep self-doubt: "You should have already finished learning all the knowledge in the textbook by now, right? This shouldn't be the case..."

"Derivative functions, I haven't touched them in ages..." Fang Xiaoke's face turned bright red. "I've been reviewing analytic geometry lately... I thought..."

"Oh~" Jin He suddenly realized, "You haven't reviewed up to this point yet, have you?"

Fang Xiaoke nodded vigorously.

“Since you’ve studied it, you shouldn’t have gotten the first question wrong. The first five questions are practically no problem at all…” Jin He said, pulling out another set of papers from the folder next to her. “Here, this is the analytical geometry paper. Do this paper first. Leave the ones you don’t know blank. Don’t waste your time.”

"After you finish the questions, memorize all the formulas for derivative functions for me," Jin He said with a smile. "I'll give you half an hour. After half an hour, finish the multiple-choice questions and give them to me."

Fang Xiaoke took the test paper and nodded: "Okay, okay, I'll do it right away..."

Waaaaah... How scary! It feels like I'm back in the days when Teacher An Yi was giving me vocal lessons.

Jin He flipped through the practice questions in her hand with little interest, finding them all uninteresting and the answers obvious at a glance. So she decided to pick up her tablet and read a couple of foreign magazine articles. At that moment, An Yi walked in from outside, glanced at Fang Xiaoke who was hunched over the coffee table doing her homework with a pained expression, and said nothing. Instead, he placed a delicate little box on the small table in front of Jin He.

"What's this?"

Jin He asked.

"Open it and take a look."

When Jin He opened the box, she saw two blueberry tarts inside. They looked fresh out of the oven and were still steaming. The aroma of blueberries mingled with the rich fragrance of the tarts, and Jin He couldn't help but exclaim "Wow!"

"Can I eat this?!"

An Yi nodded: "You can eat the core in a bit, and leave the skin."

Fang Xiaoke was lying on the coffee table when she glanced over there, then looked back and continued working on her test paper. Suddenly, a box appeared in front of her, which looked like a cake. An Yi said, "It's made of konjac. Don't worry about gaining weight. You can eat it yourself, but don't secretly give it to Jin He."

Jin He, who was eating the egg tart filling with a small spoon, immediately became unhappy upon hearing this: "Hey! What you're saying makes me sound like a glutton!"

"Oh, who stole the watermelon from my lunchbox yesterday and ended up throwing up all night?"

Jin He: "..."

"The doctor even scolded me," An Yi said expressionlessly. "I wonder who it was that, knowing they're fragile, still dared to eat whatever they wanted. Who knows what kind of trouble you might suddenly cause this time?"

Jin He knew he was in the wrong, since he rarely ate fruit these days. One reason was that most fruits are bad for the stomach, so he tried to avoid them if possible. Another reason was that if he ate fruit, he wouldn't have the appetite for regular meals, and he had been avoiding fruit for a long time.

Yesterday's bite of watermelon was purely accidental. Who could blame him... Jin He swallowed hard. Who could blame him for the watermelon being so sweet! Whoever got a bite first, just a bite the size of a fingernail, a bite that was already in his stomach before he could even taste it, and he had such a strong reaction!

It's delicious, even if I throw up, it's still delicious. I'll eat it again next time.

An Yi stopped there and didn't say anything more. He casually stuffed the egg tart shell that Jin He had just scooped out into his mouth, and then casually wiped away the crumbs on the table. Only after Jin He finished scooping out the filling of the other egg tart did he finish his work. Then he quickly went to the bathroom to wash the rag.

Fang Xiaoke stared wide-eyed, holding a spoon, watching Teacher An as he came out of the bathroom, unfolded a rag, shook it, and hung it on the balcony. Jin He seemed to be getting used to this scene, half-lying on the bed and rubbing her stomach with her hands. Seeing this, An Yi rubbed his hands together and came over, placing them on Jin He's stomach.

"What's wrong? Does your stomach hurt?"

"I just finished eating, and I feel a bit bloated," Jin He complained to An Yi in a low voice. "The egg tarts weren't sweet at all."

“Yes, I didn’t put any sugar in it. Eating sweets isn’t good for your stomach,” An Yi said. “I’ll have Aunt Shu bake you some with sugar after you’re discharged from the hospital. Just make do with this for now.”

Jin He pouted and said, "Okay then."

Fang Xiaoke: "???"

Why? !

Something's wrong.