"Armor?"
Wang Yue's expression was strange.
He thought of a sentence in his mind.
"Love is both my weakness and my armor."
However, the two of them did look good together.
They had a strong marital aura.
"How long have you two been together?"
Wang Yue asked.
"We started dating in college, three years now,"
Wang Lingdang said with a sweet smile.
"Yes, three years,"
Luo Kui Jia looked at Wang Lingdang dotingly.
His eyes were full of her.
Wang Yue smiled and said, "Remember to invite me when you get married. I'll definitely give you a generous gift."
"Boss, you said it!"
Wang Lingdang immediately said.
"Boss is so generous,"
Luo Kui Jia chimed in as well.
After chatting for a while, they parted ways.
Wang Yue took Song Xian Ya to a nearby pharmacy.
Then he bought a bottle of Yunnan Bai Yao spray.
"Lift your head."
Sitting on a roadside bench, Wang Yue said in a commanding tone.
Song Xian Ya trembled at the words but slowly raised her head.
Her face was swollen, and her once beautiful features were only one-third as appealing.
"Don't move."
Wang Yue carefully applied the spray to Song Xian Ya's swollen areas.
"Close your eyes."
Wang Yue said again.
This stuff couldn't get into the eyes, or it would be troublesome.
Song Xian Ya closed her eyes.
Her long eyelashes fluttered slightly, betraying her inner turmoil.
She began to get lost in thought.
"Wang Yue's hands are so warm."
"He's so domineering, yet so gentle."
"If only time could stop, I wish I could keep this moment forever."
A few minutes later, Wang Yue finally finished.
"How does it feel?"
Wang Yue asked.
Song Xian Ya frowned and said, "It's cool, a little stinging."
"That's right, this stuff can promote blood circulation and reduce swelling."
Saying that, Wang Yue handed the spray to Song Xian Ya, "Spray it 3-5 times a day, if it hurts, spray a little. Be careful not to get it in your eyes."
"You definitely won't be able to hide this from your parents. Tell them when you get back and see their attitude."
"My suggestion is to sue Yang Wei directly and let him sing the blues in prison."
"If you need any help, feel free to ask me. I can find you a lawyer."
Facing Wang Yue's instructions,
Song Xian Ya nodded obediently, "I know."
Seeing Song Xian Ya like this, Wang Yue felt a pang of sympathy.
Any normal man would feel sympathetic seeing a beautiful girl beaten up like this.
Moreover, Song Xian Ya had helped him before.
"Alright, I'll give you a ride home. Where do you live?"
Wang Yue pushed his BMW over.
"Binjiang Waitan,"
Song Xian Ya said softly.
"Okay, get on."
Wang Yue got on the old bike and pointed to the back seat.
Song Xian Ya, however, was thinking, wasn't this the seat Qiao Zi Xuan used to sit in?
Could she really sit there?
"What are you spacing out for? Hurry up."
Wang Yue urged her.
Song Xian Ya quickly shook the messy thoughts out of her head.
Then she got on and held onto Wang Yue's clothes tightly.
In the gentle evening breeze,
Wang Yue rode his old bike, taking Song Xian Ya home.
Under the dim streetlights,
Song Xian Ya stared blankly at Wang Yue's profile from the back seat.
His chiseled features and clear jawline were more defined than her life plan.
"If..."
"I mean, if..."
"This young man were my youth, how wonderful would that be."
Song Xian Ya said silently in her heart.
More than ten minutes later,
Wang Yue dropped Song Xian Ya off at the entrance of her residential complex.
"Remember what I told you."
Wang Yue reminded her.
"I know,"
Song Xian Ya nodded and walked towards the complex.
Only after Song Xian Ya had completely disappeared from his sight,
Did Wang Yue ride away.
By evening,
Wang Yue received Liu Qing Xia's daily sales report.
A total of 4,000 yuan.
After deducting material, labor, utilities, etc., the net profit was around 2,000 yuan.
Wang Yue was quite satisfied with this figure.
A net profit of 2,000 yuan a day meant 60,000 yuan a month, which was a considerable income in 2010.
"One step closer to my goal of becoming a first-generation rich person."
Wang Yue thought gleefully as he lay in bed.
He soon fell asleep.
The next day, he arrived at school.
Today, teachers from all subjects would distribute the exam papers.
The first class was Yu Si Yu's Chinese class.
When Yu Si Yu entered the classroom with a stack of papers, everyone quieted down.
Even though everyone had seen their grades on the report cards,
Students still had an instinctive longing and fear of exam papers.
Yu Si Yu's outfit today was as alluring as ever, and her smile was even more so.
"Class, our class's average Chinese score ranked first in the entire grade for this exam."
Upon hearing this, many students showed excitement.
This feeling of shared honor was immense.
"Some students have improved greatly, some have remained stagnant, but some have even regressed."
Yu Si Yu scanned the classroom.
Her gaze lingered on Wang Yue for a few extra seconds.
Then she continued, "This is the first monthly exam since the third year of high school. It largely reflects everyone's problems. In the coming days, I will focus on improving everyone's weaknesses. Now, three students, please come up and help me distribute the papers."
As soon as she finished speaking,
A boy in the front row immediately rushed up.
He happily took the papers from Yu Si Yu.
"Zhang Tao, 93 points."
"Yang Yong Kang, hahaha, 82 points."
"Yang Dong, 115 points, amazing!"
"Chen Ke, 102 points, did you cheat?"
...
Zhang Xiang distributed the papers, and for each one, he announced the student's score and added a comment.
The classroom was filled with a cheerful atmosphere.
"Class monitor, your exam paper!"
Zhang Xiang walked over and handed the paper to Qiao Zi Xuan.
"Thank you."
Qiao Zi Xuan took the paper, which had "123 points" written in red ink.
Wang Yue glanced at Qiao Zi Xuan's paper.
It was very neat, and her handwriting was elegant and beautiful. This was the kind of paper a Chinese teacher would love.
"Wang Yue, 131 points, you're a monster!"
Just then, Zhang Xiang walked over with a paper, his face full of astonishment.
Wang Yue smiled and took the paper.
His paper was also neat, but the beauty of his handwriting was far inferior to Qiao Zi Xuan's.
Although his calligraphy was master-level, his penmanship was still that of a normal high school student.
"Let me see yours."
Qiao Zi Xuan curiously took Wang Yue's paper.
Multiple-choice questions, fill-in-the-blanks, and translation questions were all correct.
Only the composition and reading comprehension sections had deductions.
But this wasn't Wang Yue's fault.
Even the author themselves might not have gotten a perfect score.
"Wang Yue, you misunderstood the essay topic."
Qiao Zi Xuan said with a smile after seeing Wang Yue's essay title, "They asked to write about 'The distance between me and _____. You wrote 'The distance between me and you.' Your title alone cost you 5 points."
"Oh~"
Wang Yue feigned annoyance and said, "My mistake, I wasn't paying attention."
"You can't be so careless on the college entrance exam in the future. Your score should have been higher."
Qiao Zi Xuan said with a smile.