Despite not liking Chu Yu very much, Chu Yu seemed to take quite good care of Fu Yang.
Fu Yang didn't know if Chu Yu had grown eyes on the back of his head or what, but one second he was still helping other students with their questions, and the next he turned around to Fu Yang, returning his dropped pen to him.
"This is a competition question," Chu Yu glanced at the test paper beside Fu Yang's hand, "come to my office after class, I can teach you."
Fu Yang gave Chu Yu a puzzled look, "No need, my Dad's grades were pretty good, he'll teach me."
Hearing Fu Yang mention his father, Fu Siyu, Chu Yu's eyes flickered slightly, "Your dad, your dad must be really good to you."
Fu Yang was even more puzzled, "If my dad isn't good to me, then who is he good to?"
Chu Yu smiled, "Indeed, but you can still ask me if there's anything, I feel like we have a connection."
