"That's a bit of a problem, isn't it? How far did you get when you were studying?" Mo Yuyao asked.
"Me? I only made it to the end of junior high school! I only know a little bit of math, and as for English, well, I've pretty much forgotten all of it now," Song Yun said sheepishly.
"That's the case… If you finished junior high school, then I'll bring you a textbook for the first year of high school… um…" Mo Yuyao thought for a bit before appearing to make an important decision.
"I'll write you a long-term sick note, saying you have a chronic illness so you can come see me every two days. That way, I can tutor you. Although I only went to a very average university, there shouldn't be a problem with helping you with high school courses."
"That's too much trouble for you," Song Yun hastily declined. "I'm just a prisoner, how can I waste so much of your time?"
