“Ah?” Jiang Ye’s eyes widened in shock.
In her past life, hadn’t Gu Che gotten in through the exams?
How did it change to early admission this time? As the capital, Beijing’s top universities could offer early admission to exceptional students.
“While waiting for you at the military district, I met a professor from Tsinghua University. He’d seen my photo and asked if I wanted to be his student. I agreed.”
Wait, seriously?
Jiang Ye covered her mouth in surprise. So, she had indirectly helped Gu Che get into Tsinghua earlier? She couldn’t help but praise him sincerely, “You’re amazing.”
“Just average.”
When they arrived at the building assigned to military families, Gu Che looked up at it. Each floor had three units, but it was clearly housing for ordinary soldiers.
“This is…?” Gu Che asked.
Jiang Ye explained, “My parents aren’t home, so I’m staying with my brother for now. You’ve met him—he’s also been assigned housing in the military district.”
“I see.”
As they went upstairs, Gu Che glanced around, taking in the environment. Though not as luxurious as he might have imagined, it was still a pretty good place to live in Beijing, where land was scarce.
Military family housing was allocated for free based on rank, and as one’s rank increased, the living space would expand.
Jiang Ye opened the door and invited Gu Che inside.
His eyes swept across the living room. Though it was a one-bedroom apartment, the space was clean and tidy, furnished with a sofa, TV, and everything else one might need. A faint feminine fragrance lingered in the air.
“Where does your brother live?”
“In the barracks dormitory.”
Gu Che nodded at this, then noticed the review books on the table. “How far have you gotten in your studies? Do you need me to tutor you?”
Jiang Ye’s eyes lit up.
She’d been wondering how to bring it up.
To her surprise, Gu Che had offered first. She lowered her head shyly and said in a coy voice, “Would it be too much trouble for you to tutor me?”
“Well, a little.”
Jiang Ye’s grades were below average in their class.
Even the simplest math formulas seemed complicated to her. The two of them rarely discussed academics, usually just spending time flirting.
Jiang Ye: “…”
She was utterly speechless. This man was just like before—arrogant when it came to studying, looking down on everyone else.
“With your help, maybe I could improve a lot,” she said, clinging to his arm and batting her eyelashes coquettishly. “Please?”
Gu Che met her pleading gaze, narrowed his eyes slightly, and smirked. “But I already promised to tutor someone else yesterday.”
“Who?” Jiang Ye asked.
“Our classmate, Su Wuji.”
“Su Wuji?” Jiang Ye murmured the name, her mind conjuring an image of a face as plump as a pig’s. Slowly, she asked, “The Su Wuji whose family donated a building to the school?”
The Su family was extremely wealthy, having been among the first to capitalize on the economic reforms. They’d secured their son a second shot at the college entrance exams by donating a building to the school.
His grades were terrible—bottom of the class.
But his parents spared no expense in hiring tutors for him.
Gu Che nodded. “That’s the one.”
“How much is the Su family paying you?”
Gu Che’s eyes darted as he made up a number on the spot. “They’re paying me thirty yuan a week to tutor Su Wuji on high school material.”
“Thirty yuan?!”
Jiang Ye’s eyes nearly popped out of her head.
The Su family really were nouveau riche—thirty yuan a week?
That was over a hundred yuan a month!
After a moment to collect herself, Jiang Ye suppressed her disgust, leaned in to plant a kiss on his right cheek, and gazed at him with tender affection. “Then let me ask you—what’s more important, money or me?”
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