Being Pursued By Ex-husband

Celine passed the pen over.

The coffee table was somewhat low, so both had to bend over quite a bit to reach the papers and exercise books.

Celine was slightly nearsighted, but it wasn't too severe. Her left eye was fifty degrees, and her right eye was seventy-five degrees. The doctor didn't recommend she wear glasses.

Usually, while attending classes, she would listen to the teacher and take notes at the same time. It didn't really affect her, except when Betsy needed to explain problems on the blackboard, which required her full attention. Other teachers generally use screen projection to present their lectures.

Normally, Celine didn't think her nearsightedness was much of an issue, but now she clearly noticed the problem.

The coffee table and the couch were almost the same height. When she sat on it, more than half of her body was elevated. Rowen, who was already leaning over to one side, would almost touch her if she leaned over too.

Celine had no choice but to sit at a distance of more than half a meter. She found it somewhat blurry to see.

Rowen's words were clear in her ears, but as she watched the steps, her mind struggled to keep up. By the time Rowen had finished explaining the entire problem, her thoughts were still stuck in the middle of the solution.

“Did you understand?” After discussing the topic, Rowen straightened up and turned to look at the girl beside him.

As he looked up, he noticed Celine looking at him awkwardly. “I-I'm a bit nearsighted. I didn't see the picture clearly just now,” she answered.

Rowen was not known for his patience. On a regular day, he wouldn't even bother to respond to people's questions. At that time, Celine still didn't understand after he had explained it once. He loosened his grip on the pen, ready to let her figure it out on her own. Unexpectedly, she suddenly whispered, “I'm sorry.”

“Come over.”

Suddenly, he pushed the coffee table forward with force, pulled a small stool from the side, and kicked it lightly with his foot, signaling her to sit down.

Celine was momentarily taken aback but quickly regained her composure and promptly sat down.

“Can you see clearly now?” he asked.

She nodded awkwardly. “Yes, Rowie.”

Rowen held his pen and reviewed the calculation process he had just demonstrated again.

He preferred to solve problems in the simplest and quickest way. Celine, on the other hand, was more methodical in her problem-solving approach. Upon hearing his explanation for the second time, everything else suddenly became clear once she grasped the most crucial point.

“Do you understand?”

After Rowen finished speaking, he handed her the pen.

“I understand.” Celine reached out to take the pen, and inadvertently, her index finger brushed against the back of the other person's hand. It was cool to the touch, and she felt a jolt as if she had been shocked. She quickly withdrew her hand.

The girl's fingertips were soft and warm. Rowen licked his lips, looking down at Celine, who was sitting in front of him. For some reason, he felt his throat was a bit dry.

He took the half-drunk juice in his hand, tilted his head back, and finished the rest in one go.

There were two more multi-part questions left, and she knew she couldn't solve them.

After finishing the previous question, Celine turned to Rowen and asked timidly, “Rowie, could you explain this problem to me?”

Rowen found himself unable to bear being called that way. As soon as he heard her say that, he was immediately choked up, coughing several times before he could recover.

“Which question?”

He lifted his hand to toss the empty bottle into the trash bin behind the couch, then picked up his pen again, leaning over to look at the test paper.

“This question,” she said.

For Rowen, those problems posed no challenge at all. As soon as he finished reading the problems, the solutions came to him immediately.

Celine just took a sip of water when he heard Rowen start discussing the topic.

She looked at the other person in surprise. “Do you know the answer?”

“Is this question difficult?” He raised an eyebrow, clearly showing his disdain for the question.

Celine suddenly remembered Harper's words and pursed her lips. “Yes. How am I supposed to solve it?”

There truly were differences between people.

She had been staring at the problem, listing and analyzing the conditions for half an hour, but she still couldn't understand it. The other person, however, knew how to solve it just by reading the problem once.

Indeed, there was a wall between geniuses and ordinary people.

Celine knew she was just an ordinary person striving hard. Quickly gathering her thoughts, she listened attentively to Rowen's explanation.

Perhaps aware that the person he was teaching was a bit slow to catch on, Rowen, this time, explained much more slowly, even giving her a brief overview of the theory in question.

Twenty minutes later, Rowen glanced at the final and most challenging question. “Do you know how to solve this one?”

Celine's face turned red, and she shook her head honestly. “I don't.”

Rowen didn't expect her to be able to do it either. The final question was somewhat challenging. Rowen had to read the question twice before he could solve it.

He used the simplest method, gradually unraveling his thoughts for Celine to understand.

That differed from how Allan would explain problems. Although Allan's explanations were more detailed, his problem-solving steps were quite complex, and sometimes his thoughts would even seem disorganized.

However, Allan was full of patience when discussing topics, always leaving ample room for her to think.

Rowen was different. He valued simplicity and speed, leaving little time for Celine to think, which made it somewhat challenging for Celine to keep up.

Celine knew it would be inappropriate to ask further, so she could only pick up her pen and ponder slowly on her own.