Sheng Yanxiao unintentionally furrowed his brow, seeming a bit displeased that someone revealed the secret first; he clearly wanted to surprise Su Weiyi by himself.

However, since it was already said, Sheng Yanxiao certainly wouldn’t show his discontent on his face, especially since the other person was his esteemed aunt.

Young Master Sheng raised his eyebrows slightly: "High school stuff is too boring."

He was arrogant and self-important from a young age, even when his grades in middle school were poor, no one in the Sheng Family truly saw him as a poor student.

Now, throwing out such a comment, while surprising, given Sheng Yanxiao’s past, it wasn’t strange.

In the evening, after taking a bath, Su Weiyi rushed into Sheng Yanxiao’s room first thing: "Explain!"

Sheng Yanxiao was sitting at the desk reading a book on programming and looked up at the sound, seeing the girl in front of him, her long hair wet, plain black eyes incredibly bright.

The young man’s Adam’s apple moved up and down, a wave of uncontrollable heat surged up his body, but he managed to restrain it well.

"Explain what?"

"Why apply for independent enrollment?"

Sheng Yanxiao also stood up; he seemed a bit taller, his backside leaning against the edge of the desk, arms crossed, deeply looking at Su Weiyi: "Want to be by your side sooner."

"You..."

Su Weiyi didn’t know what to say; actually, she didn’t even understand why she rushed in wanting an explanation — was she thinking that Sheng Yanxiao’s decision was reckless? Or was it that he didn’t consult her?

It seemed like neither.

Su Weiyi pursed her lips: "But it’s just one year."

"I can’t wait."

One year, three hundred sixty-five days, eighty-seven sixty hours, five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes, he couldn’t wait.

Su Weiyi bit her lip again: "What if... you don’t pass?"

Young Master Sheng’s eyebrows furrowed, an unusual light flickered in his eyes, as if Su Weiyi had said something utterly foolish.

The next second, his beautiful eyebrows lifted, recklessness in his eyes mixed with some pride: "You think I wouldn’t pass?"

Su Weiyi was silent, wasn’t it about what she thought?

She always believed Sheng Yanxiao was strong; previously, when his grades were poor, Su Weiyi just felt he wasn’t focused on studying, but for independent enrollment, isn’t it all about grades?

Seemingly noticing the thoughts in Su Weiyi’s mind, Sheng Yanxiao’s finger mercilessly tapped her forehead: "Ungrateful woman, who did those auxiliary lines for you before?"

"What?"

Su Weiyi was startled; something flashed in her mind and her eyes widened: "It was you?"

"Who else?"

Su Weiyi had experienced such situations several times, pondering over a geometry problem for a long time, finding no solution, then giving up, either sleeping or taking a bath.

Often afterwards, she would see an extra auxiliary line on the problem, which would give her a breakthrough.

But she never thought much about it, just assumed her thought process hadn’t clicked, especially since those problems generally had puzzled her for hours; she truly didn’t remember if she’d drawn any auxiliary lines.

Turns out it wasn’t her doing at all, but Sheng Yanxiao helping her?

At the mention of this, Young Master Sheng was also quite frustrated; he hadn’t intended to blatantly help her, nor did he plan to hide it intentionally, thinking, if she discovered someday, he’ll openly admit it, but until now, this woman really hadn’t noticed.