The doorbell rang promptly at 3:58 PM. Two minutes early.
Lu Qingyan, dressed in a soft hoodie and sweatpants, padded to the door and peeked through the peephole.
The teacher carried a small briefcase and wore a white shirt with round-frame glasses. He looked quite young and amiable, and resembled a college student.
But he clearly gave others an amusing feeling of obviously being quite young, but also appearing old-fashioned.
He was the type that seemed like he'd apologize to a vending machine for using it too forcefully.
"Hello, student," the man greeted with a gentle smile. "I am your private tutor. My surname is Jia. You may call me Teacher Jia."
Lu Qingyan blinked. So polite. So composed. So... slightly awkward.
