Rong Zhi's eyebrows slightly furrowed.
What exactly does he want?
"Si Raojing," she tapped on the table, "if you want tutoring, you can just say so. There's no need to butter me up."
Si Raojing: "..."
So, in her eyes, his kind act of offering food was seen as an attempt to curry favor for tutoring?
"No, Rong Zhi, what on earth are you thinking? If it weren't for seeing you..." He paused, skipped over the word, and continued in irritation, "Do you think I'm doing this for tutoring? Damn it, if you weren't my substitute teacher, I wouldn't even bother with you."
"Then don't bother applying with Teacher Mao."
"Why bother Mao Rui Min for no reason?"
"..."
Calling out the class teacher's name directly, you've got some nerve.
Rong Zhi expressionlessly brushed past him to step down.
"Tsk."
