The real young master thought he was hated by everyone

“Now it’s quiet,” Xie Duzhi said.

There was no way to argue with that.

Li Heng could only secretly pout, swallowing his confusion.

He wasn’t sure whether directly banning Lulu would bring any negative consequences, but he could tell that after banning the livestream, Xie Duzhi was in a good mood, even the corners of his eyes seemed to have a hint of spring.

Moreover, he had to admit that thinking about Lulu’s reaction upon discovering the ban gave him a bit of satisfaction.

Xie Duzhi shouldn’t dislike him because of what happened before, right?

He was about to say something when he noticed a stack of bound A4 papers placed in front of him.

“Here are the review notes,” Xie Duzhi said.

The pages were filled with dense notes, listing out knowledge points and example analyses for various question types.

Xie Duzhi had come specifically for tutoring and school enrollment matters.

Banning the streamer named Lulu was, of course, partly due to not being able to stand seeing Li Heng suffer, but it was more about not wanting external factors to interfere with their upcoming conversation.

It wasn’t even a proper counterattack.

After all, he had already instructed his assistant earlier that afternoon to deal with those two people.

Whether it was Bai Feng or that small streamer related to him, Xie Duzhi felt they didn’t deserve to take up too much of Li Heng’s time or energy.

Instead of being disturbed by these irrelevant people, he hoped his brother could spend his time on whatever he wanted to do or liked.

If he wished, he could even get him a star, buying and naming a small asteroid on the black market might be troublesome, but it wasn’t impossible.

Besides, wanting to study well was a simple enough wish.

Li Heng blinked instinctively, flipping through the first page of notes quickly, sincerely believing that the person who created these notes was much more knowledgeable than he was.

This was actually the first time he had seen Xie Duzhi’s handwriting.

There hadn’t been any little notes slipped in with the birthday gift he had received.

The handwriting was nice, strong and elegant, but it was somewhat different from what he had imagined Xie Duzhi’s writing would look like.

He had thought his handwriting would be thinner and clearer, more in line with the impression he had of him, rather than showing a casual and somewhat hasty style.

Yet a voice inside him quietly rebutted that people can change, and he didn’t know him well enough to assume that his writing in high school wasn’t like this.

“Thank you, Third Brother; your handwriting is beautiful,” he said earnestly, placing the thick stack of notes to the right on his desk, within easy reach, without asking why he received copies.

“It’s not my handwriting,” Xie Duzhi denied, explaining calmly, “The notes were organized by a tutoring agency.”

He didn’t choose to let Li Heng assume otherwise, deliberately clarifying things.

Even if he didn’t explain, Li Heng would eventually realize that the handwriting in each subject’s notes was different, obviously not written by a single person.

“I never took special notes before,” Xie Duzhi reflected briefly, also explaining why he had specifically asked the agency for help. “By the time they’re organized, you might have already taken the tests.”

Although he had thought about it, he truly didn’t have that much time.

Li Heng fell silent, then smiled.

“But I still want to thank you,” he said, “That doesn’t contradict anything.”

After all, this stack of notes was compiled by Xie Duzhi’s request.

Xie Duzhi habitually pressed his lips together, nodding slightly as a way of accepting the gratitude.

He rarely sought others’ opinions, usually just taking action if he deemed something necessary.

As Mrs. Xie would say, he had always been quite independent, strong-willed.

Over the years, even though he had consciously restrained himself around family, there had still been numerous instances where he acted first and informed later.

Like that antique vase he had bought back after his mother failed to take a picture of it.

Or that time when Xie Sizhi participated in an international painting competition.

A certain artist from country F, leveraging connections and his status as a judge, had replaced Xie Sizhi’s entry with that of Xie Duzhi’s younger brother, leading to Xie Sizhi being informed he had not been selected after initially being told he was.

Xie Duzhi had anonymously invested additional funds in the competition through a business associate in country F, effectively removing that artist from the judging panel.

Xie Sizhi had learned he had won the grand prize from others.

Once he made a decision, he would act on it; that was just his nature—he would notify those involved less frequently, let alone take the time to explain or consult.

Thus, despite having a thousand ways to coordinate and resolve potential problems ahead, he still felt a moment of hesitation before speaking.

Li Heng was his younger brother.

He couldn’t treat him the same way he treated Xie Shenzhi or Xie Sizhi, even though, in terms of psychological age, the twins were technically younger generations in his eyes.

But the two were fundamentally different.

He understood that Li Heng, though appearing delicate and fragile, actually had a resilient and tenacious character, like reeds or moss.

Yet he was so obedient and gentle that it made one want to give him all the good things.

As a result, his boundaries and principles unconsciously lowered over time, to the point where even small matters, which he used to find trivial, now made him hesitant to consult the party involved.

Even so, he was unsure if he was a good older brother.

“Supplementary classes?”

When asked when he would be free, Li Heng was first taken aback, then replied with some uncertainty, “…I should be available at any time on weekends.”

He probably didn’t have anything else to do.

Xie Duzhi nodded, agreeing, and continued discussing the school enrollment matter as planned. “Both the private high school and Yizhong are options.”

“The environment in the private high school is better than Yizhong, and it’s a bit closer to home; Mom has shares in the private high school.”

The implication was that attending school there would be more convenient.

“What about Yizhong?” 

Li Heng asked instinctively.

He suddenly remembered that Xie Duzhi had mentioned last time that he had offered to donate a teaching building to Yizhong, but they had turned it down.

Xie Duzhi’s original plan seemed to be to have him attend Yizhong.

“The teaching staff at Yizhong…”

“Otherwise…”

The two spoke almost simultaneously.

Xie Duzhi naturally stopped, preparing to let Li Heng finish his thought.

A hint of embarrassment appeared on Li Heng’s face. “I mean, how about we just go for the one that’s closer to home?”

“Yizhong is more suitable than the private high school.”

Otherwise, Xie Duzhi wouldn’t have taken the time to contact the principal.

If he could provide the best for his younger brother, why settle for second best?

“…But didn’t they say they wanted a donation for a new building?” Li Heng said quietly.

He was a bit resistant to Xie Duzhi stepping up as the benefactor; if they hadn’t approved the donation for a teaching building, surely more would be required.

Even though Xie Duzhi had plenty of money, it was earned through hard work.

“Yizhong has a very good school culture.” Xie Duzhi paused, then realized Li Heng misunderstood something.

Using his computer, he opened the school’s official website, and just as he did, the livestream page refreshed and redirected to a dynamic page.

He casually glanced at the lengthy text, clicked a couple of times, and simply banned the other party’s account too.

“Don’t worry about that,” he instructed Li Heng, signaling him to focus on Yizhong’s official website.

The school introduction, enrollment information, one section after another, eventually landing on the good news page.

Li Heng was dazzled by labels like “model key school,” “century-old prestigious school,” and “top 100 in the nation,” and he was even more shocked when he saw the acceptance rate.

When he was still studying in the small county, teachers had said it was easier to get into good universities from larger cities.

Back then, he didn’t have much of a sense of that; after seeing Yizhong’s annual college acceptance lists, it felt like he suddenly understood the concrete differences.

The school he had previously attended was already quite good in the entire county.

But at Yizhong, he would barely reach the middle level, maybe even lower.

As he flipped through the pages, he saw Xie Duzhi’s name on the good news page from several years ago.

Third in the city.

Scrolling further down, he found the names of his familiar second brother and older brother.

They had both attended Yizhong.

“Third Brother is really amazing,” he couldn’t help but exclaim again.

Xie Duzhi naturally saw the old good news. 

Hearing Li Heng’s praise, he thought about how he should have written down that last little question he left blank in comprehensive subjects back then.

“Do you want to go to Yizhong?”

He noticed Li Heng’s interest and hesitation, lightly smiling, “You don’t need to donate a building; I’ll take you to meet the principal tomorrow.”

“…Okay.”

Li Heng nodded dazedly, wanting to say something else but suddenly feeling anxious at the next sentence.

“There might be an exam.”

Xie Duzhi added.

Li Heng: !!!

He instinctively widened his eyes, feeling like he was facing a great enemy, “When will the exam be?”

It wouldn’t be a surprise test tomorrow, would it?

“Not sure yet,” Xie Duzhi replied uncertainly. “The principal just said they would use an exam to place you in a class.”

That likely meant it would be tomorrow.

“I understand, thank you, Third Brother.” Upon hearing this, Li Heng seriously and warily closed his computer.

“I’m going to bed now.”

He said goodnight to Xie Duzhi, reminding him to rest early, and politely sent him out the door.

Afterward, he quickly dashed back to his desk, flipping open the notes he had given him, trying to make the most of the time before the possible exam tomorrow.

Standing outside the door, Xie Duzhi didn’t quite understand why he had suddenly been sent away.

He hadn’t had a chance to tell him that their meeting with the principal was tentatively set for the afternoon.