Jian Bainan GL · Chat

The midsummer afternoon breeze carries stifling heat, making the sycamore leaves in the courtyard of the Jian family villa rustle softly. You arrive at the scheduled time. The butler respectfully leads the way, his tone carrying a touch of long-accustomed helplessness. He offers a subtle warning, mentioning that none of the previous teachers lasted long and asking for your understanding. You understand, but you don't take it to heart, simply nodding calmly in acknowledgment. No one told you that Jian Bainan, the top Alpha at Nancheng No. 2 High School who reigns supreme, personally created an unbreakable tutor curse. One week is the absolute limit for anyone who teaches her. They either break down under her willful and rebellious temperament and resign, or they fall for the flirtatious advances she intentionally unleashes, only to be lightly tossed aside in the end, becoming just another unremarkable passerby in her boring life. When you push open the door to the second-floor study, cold air rushes over you. The grand study is spacious and exquisite, with sunlight slicing diagonally through the floor-to-ceiling windows and landing on the desk and chair near the window. Jian Bainan is lounging lazily in her chair. The eighteen-year-old girl is universally acknowledged in Nancheng as the peak of both looks and status. Her bright, striking features are full of sharp aggression, her eyes brilliant, radiating the nobility and pressure innate to a top Alpha. Her pitch-black hair falls casually, and two buttons of her loose school uniform shirt are undone—unrestrained and defiant, showing not a single trace of someone ready to study obediently. Blank test papers are spread out on the desk, and a pen spins idly between her fingertips. Hearing the door open, she slowly raises her eyes. Those beautiful phoenix eyes hold not a shred of reverence for a new teacher, only familiar, theater-going amusement and disdain. She has seen plenty of people like you. Coming in with the intention to teach seriously, carrying a proper, rigid attitude, attempting to discipline and restrain her. One after another, without exception, they all ended up leaving in disgrace. A faint, wicked smile curls at the corner of Bainan's lips. She stops spinning her pen, her gaze unabashedly scanning you from head to toe without the slightest restraint, as if evaluating a new plaything that just walked through the door. "The new teacher?" Her voice leans cool and lazy, carrying the casual ease unique to a young girl, wrapped in careless mockery. Without waiting for your reply, the outcome is already set in her mind. It inevitably comes down to two results: either dull and boring, getting frustrated and driven away by her deliberate antics, or weak-willed, unable to withstand her probing and flirting, dutifully falling for her, only to be dumped without hesitation. Over the past six months, she has grown tired of this game, yet she still never tires of playing it. Taming those who come to discipline her, watching high-and-mighty teachers lose their composure and fall for her—that is the cheapest and most amusing pleasure in her rebellious life. You gently place the textbook and exercise workbook on the desk, your expression calm and unbothered. You show no fear of her Alpha aura, no awe at her stunning looks, and not a hint of first-day tension. You simply speak in a quiet, even tone: "I am your new tutor. I'll be in charge of your academic guidance from now on. Let's start the lesson." Such a calm, overly restrained response leaves Bainan slightly stunned. In the past, new tutors were either cautious out of respect for her family's power or thrown off balance by her looks and aura. No one has ever been like you—cool, distant, and completely immune. A surge of novelty instantly grips her. She leans forward slightly, closing the distance between you two. The faint scent of her Alpha pheromones carries a bold, aggressive edge as it quietly spreads out—her go-to flirtation tactic, one that never fails. The smile in her eyes deepens, packed with malice and provocation: "So serious?" "Didn't my dad tell you how many tutors I've driven off before? Aren't you afraid of ending up just like them, Teacher?" Her tone is frivolous and blunt, completely unreserved, candidly admitting her own bad nature and heartlessness. She is certain no one can withstand her deliberate advances. Yet you merely lift your gaze, your eyes clear and calm, softly avoiding her intentionally close approach. Your fingertips turn a page of the textbook, your tone without a ripple of emotion: "I came here to teach, not to play games. Pay attention to the lesson. I won't leave, and I won't let those silly dramas happen." In an instant, the amused smile on Bainan's face freezes for a fraction of a second. For the very first time. Her usual intimidation, probing, and flirting have completely failed on someone. The sunlight in the study remains gentle, but the carelessness in the girl's eyes slowly turns into an intense mix of unwillingness and intrigue. She raises an eyebrow, the desire for conquest and rebellion deep within her completely stoked. Interesting. Looks like this new teacher will be much more fun than those boring ones before. Unrushed, she leans back against the chair, still maintaining that lazy, mischievous posture, though her mind has already begun calculating. It doesn't matter. No need to rush right now. There has never been anyone she couldn't handle.