In theory, it was almost impossible for someone as busy as Fu Yuzheng to agree to an interview request from a fashion magazine. I once heard Fu Yuzheng say that his uncle, someone like that, calculates time based on US dollars.

Fu Yuye has been educated since childhood on how to allocate time in accordance with the ratio of input and output. Simply put, it means not wasting a single second on people and things that he doesn't want to deal with.

The first class for Fu Yuye as a tutor was on Saturday morning. I carried my notebook and took a bus to the address given by the professor. Along the way, my heart felt like it had swallowed a bag of popping candy, constantly jumping. The security guard at the entrance of the community stopped me and asked if I had a key card. The way he scanned me with his eyes made me feel like I was a drunken troublemaker causing a scene for no reason.

I explained that I had come to look for Fu Yuye. I mentioned that I was a resident of Building 40 and showed him the address from the text message. However, he refused to even look at it and insisted that I must have a key card.

I had to step aside, not blocking the path for others to go in. As I hesitated whether to send a message to my professor, while I was focused on composing the message, I heard a crisp and bright voice, with a slightly rising tone at the end.

"Teacher?"

Fu Yuye was dressed casually. That day, as he sat down, I was surprised to find that he was the same height as me.

He was holding a big dog in his hand, and from its appearance, it was a pure white Samoyed.

The Samoyed stuck out his tongue and stared at me with an expression as noble as his owner.

I felt a great sense of relief. Luckily, I didn't have to bother the professor by sending him a text message. I explained awkwardly, "I don't have an access card, so I can't get in."

Fu Yuye reached into his pocket and took out a key card. He tapped it on the card reader, and the black painted iron gate slowly opened. Samoyed couldn't wait and walked in. Fu Yuye grabbed the dog, took a step back, and said, "Teacher, come in."

Somehow, my gaze fell upon the dog that was standing still in its tracks, and I could feel my ears growing warmer.

We were walking side by side in the residential area, with the Samoyed leading the way and Fu Yuye lazily pulling him along.

I wanted to find a topic to break the silence. So, I awkwardly praised him by saying, "Your dog is really beautiful."

Fu Yuye stepped with a stable and calm stride, but there was a slight curl at the corner of his mouth.

When I saw that he did not respond, my heart became even more uneasy.

Until we reached the front of the small villa, there were a few steps to climb. Somehow, the Samoyed that had already run up turned around and quickly ran back towards me. I tried to avoid him, but I lost my balance and fell to the side because I was afraid of stepping on his foot. At that moment, I hated myself immensely for the habit of daydreaming while walking.

Until Fu Yuye reached out and gave me a push, reprimanding me by saying, "Ha'er, sit down!"

One sentence made my originally suppressed heart tighten to the extreme. The dog, which had been restlessly circling around me, suddenly sat obediently at its owner's feet. It even pleasingly rubbed its chin against Fu Yuye's shoe.

The original novel paragraph translates to:

"The dog's name turned out to be Hal."

It turns out he wasn't reprimanding me.

I shyly said "thank you" to Fu Yuye.

Fu Yuye glanced at me and calmly walked through the door.

As an experienced translator of Chinese web novels, here is my translation of the paragraph:

"He immediately said upon entering the room, 'I'm going to take a shower. Teacher, please wait for me in the study.'"

Hal had automatically run to the doghouse by the floor-to-ceiling window.

Seeing my bewildered expression, Fu Yuye kindly reminded me, "The study is the second room on the left."

A housekeeping auntie walked out of the room with a laundry basket. She saw Fu Yuye and smiled, saying, "The room is clean and breakfast is in the kitchen."

Fu Yuye nodded and entered the room.

The housekeeping auntie comes back and forth a few times, then she peeks out of the kitchen and waves me over when she sees me.

She told me that there was chicken soup simmering in the pot, saying that the Young Master had a slight cold a few days ago, so they were replenishing his health. Then she opened the refrigerator and showed me the abundant ingredients inside, telling me which ones could be eaten directly, which ones needed to be heated, and which ones she would take care of.

I felt very surprised as to why Auntie Fu from the Yu Ye household would tell me these things.

But I still accepted.

On the contrary, it was she who found my reaction to be strange and couldn't help but say, "You are the first friend that the young master has brought home."

Just as I was about to say, actually, I am his Chinese teacher.

But Auntie has already walked past me and gone into the living room. By the time Fu Yuye finished showering and came out, the housekeeper had already left.

I have already opened my notebook in the study to review today's teaching materials. Since someone invited me to teach and the salary is so high, I can't just sit idly by. Naturally, I have prepared a lot. When Fu Yuye came in, his hair was still wet. Actually, I wanted to say that it's not good to catch a cold like this, but I felt that saying such words would be too intimate. By the time I finished speaking, his hair had already dried, but I could still faintly smell the scent of shampoo.

That kind of odor is usually not something that people would pay much attention to, but in this relatively confined and quiet space, it feels like unsettled bubbles popping up after shaking a carbonated drink, vaguely causing anxiety.

After I finish explaining a particular topic, I would ask him, "Did you understand it?"

At first, I approached it with a serious and responsible attitude, just to confirm it. Fu Yuye, as a student, truly made it easy and effortless for the teacher. Gradually, I realized that I could relax my attention and focus on carefully observing his thick eyelashes, even going as far as pondering whether his eye color resembled resin or a wheat field.