Dangerous Gambit at the Evening Cram School

Outside the window was already a dense, saturated orange-red. The room was unlit, and both were silent. Lin Shuang felt she must be crazy—she, who had always been cold toward the opposite sex, had actually agreed to stay for some "extra tutoring." In the dimness, Lu Chen's eyes appeared profoundly deep, as if observing a problem that urgently needed dissection. She clutched the biology textbook so tightly—the dissection diagrams on the pages had never made her palms sweat like today.