Chapter 220 - 106 Whoever confesses first is at a disadvantage_3
Silence.
Yan Song sat back down, and with a light humph said, "Don’t listen to that kid’s nonsense."
"A field of water betrays the spirit that is in the air. It is continually receiving new life and motion from above. It is intermediate between land and sky."
Yun Ya parted her vermilion lips, and a string of fluent, authentic English emerged, as beautiful as listening to an ancient melody.
Yan Song was startled for a moment.
"A patch of lake water reflects the spirituality of the sky. It constantly receives new life and motion from above, a medium between the earth and the sky."
Yun Ya walked to his side, "Brother Yan, this sentence is taken from Henry David Thoreau’s Walden."
Yan Song furrowed his brows.
Yun Ya sat down beside him, took the English book from his hands, and sighed with a smile.
"Brother Yan, let me tutor you in English from now on. As long as I can help Brother Yan a little, I will be very happy." The girl’s smile was incredibly sweet, and those bright eyes looked intently at him, full of anticipation.
Yan Song pursed his lips, "I don’t want to." There was always a feeling of embarrassment, especially in front of her.
Yun Ya laughed, her smile as inclusive as the ocean, "No one is perfect. If Brother Yan were too perfect, I would feel too pressured. I like Brother Yan the most when he has flaws. Besides, it’s not shameful to be bad at English."
I like Brother Yan the most when he has flaws...
I like the most...
That gentle voice lingered in Yan Song’s ear again and again, turning his heart soft as mush in an instant.
He turned his head to look at Yun Ya and couldn’t help but reach out his hand to her hair and gently ruffled it.
"Are you confessing to me?"
Yun Ya shook her head with a smile, "Yan Ke said to wait for the boy to confess first. Otherwise, girls who are too forward are not well-liked."
At the bottom of his heart, Yan Song cursed Yan Ke for being a big-mouthed brat, but aloud, he humphed, "I like forward girls."
Yun Ya’s eyes twinkled, "There should be many girls who confess to Brother Yan at school. Does Brother Yan like them?"
Shooting herself in the foot.
Yan Song got choked up and tapped on her head, "What are you thinking? How could I possibly like them?" His tone was full of disdain.
"Then who does Brother Yan like?" A slyness glinted in Yun Ya’s eyes. In the lamplight, her features were fresh and charming, like a sprite in the mountains. Yan Song’s heart skipped a beat, and the words "I like you" almost slipped out, but he swallowed them back.
"Brother Yan, tell me quickly." Yun Ya coaxed, shaking his arm, her melodic voice making his heart soar, ticklish.
Yan Song raised an eyebrow, "The person I like is far away on the horizon, yet close at hand."
Yun Ya smiled, her heart sweet as honey, "You haven’t told me her name yet."
Yan Song humphed, "Ji Yunya, don’t push your luck."
With a beaming smile, Yun Ya hooked his arm and rested her head on his shoulder, "You already said her name just now."
Only then did Yan Song realize he had been tricked. His face darkened slightly, but when he lowered his eyes to the girl leaning on his shoulder, smiling sweetly, he couldn’t help but curve his lips into a smile.
"Brother Yan, let’s start," Yun Ya opened the textbook.
A person good at English doesn’t necessarily know how to teach, but Yun Ya was the exception. She was so patient that she even corrected the pronunciation of every little word, starting with the simplest words, from grammar to sentence patterns. Yun Ya taught very seriously, and Yan Song listened very attentively.
Time silently flowed by. In the dim light, the girl’s fair profile was particularly earnest, and a strand of hair falling by her temple unexpectedly added a touch of femininity to her.
Yan Song was somewhat dazed as he watched.
"What is used in subject clauses, object clauses, predicative clauses as a grammatical component, serving as subject, object..." Her gentle voice in the quiet night was like a slowly flowing, comforting melody, so exquisitely moving...
"Brother Yan, do you understand?" Yun Ya looked up at him, and seeing Yan Song’s somewhat vacant gaze, couldn’t help but smile helplessly.
"Brother Yan, it turns out you didn’t listen to a word I said just now," she commented.
Yan Song looked away, the tips of his ears reddening slightly, "You spoke too fast. I couldn’t keep up."
Yun Ya smiled, "Alright then, I’ll speak slower next time. You can’t drift off again, Brother Yan."
Yan Song responded from his nostrils with a "hmm."
Unknowingly, it was already half-past ten. Yun Ya closed the textbook, "That’s it for today, Brother Yan. I’ve found that you have a good memory for words, but your pronunciation is not standard, which is a disadvantage when it comes to listening and reading. Also, you’re not good with grammar and sentence patterns. Tomorrow, I’ll make you a chart to follow, which should make it easier to remember than the teacher’s method. It’s late now; you should rest."