Liu Ji, feeling wronged, defended himself: "I figured all this out by myself following Landlord Ding's notes. The teacher didn't teach it, and there's no teacher I can ask for the true meaning, so you can't blame it all on me."
Qin Yao rubbed her twitching temples, thinking, damn, this actually makes some sense!
"Come over here." Qin Yao motioned for him to stand up, gave him her seat, pulled over a chair by the door to sit next to the table, and said, "Show me what you've been studying recently and what you're confused about."
Liu Ji had no idea what she intended to do, but since he wasn't getting beaten, maybe he dodged a bullet?
He sat at the table timidly, not daring to sit fully, as nervous as a scaredy-cat, which sparked a nameless fire in Qin Yao's heart, "You're a grown man, can you have a little backbone?! Sit up straight!"
Liu Ji hurriedly straightened his back, mumbling to himself, "My backbone's already been beaten out of me by you..."
