Lucy Spencer greeted Peter Thompson and secretly observed him. Although Peter Thompson wasn’t the handsome type, he definitely belonged to that kind of young man who made people feel comfortable just by looking at him—tall nose, broad forehead, bright and spirited eyes, a strong build—he was clearly a sunny, wholesome guy.

If Peter Thompson weren’t Lucy Spencer’s tutor, Lucy Spencer would absolutely enjoy hanging out with a boy like him, who felt like the big brother next door. Unfortunately, Peter Thompson was the tutor her parents had hired to keep her in line, and the rebellious side of her made her find that sunny face of his a bit annoying.

Lucy Spencer had a lovely voice, but her stiff tone and rigid expression left much to be desired. This made Peter Thompson secretly smile wryly to himself—looks like this tutoring job won’t be easy! But Peter Thompson was a man of principle; anything he agreed to do, he always did his best. So even if Lucy Spencer’s attitude got even worse, he was determined to win her over.

“Hello!” Peter Thompson replied with a smile.

Although Lucy Spencer couldn’t disobey her parents’ orders, she expressed her inner resistance in her own way, so after greeting him, she turned and walked away.

“Stop right there!”

Mr. Spencer finally got angry, his tone carrying the authority of years in office.

Lucy Spencer trembled slightly; she was still a bit afraid of Mr. Spencer’s anger, so she reluctantly turned around and sat on the sofa across from Peter Thompson.

Lucy Spencer crossed her legs, but deliberately avoided looking at either Peter Thompson or Mr. Spencer.

Ever since Peter Thompson started practicing “The Longevity Technique,” not only had his eyesight become exceptionally sharp, but his field of vision had also expanded to an almost freakish degree—like a fly’s eyes, he could see nearly everything within a 350-degree range, except for a small area at the back of his head. So even while talking to Mr. Spencer, Peter Thompson could clearly see Lucy Spencer’s slightly tanned but silky-smooth legs, made even more striking by the sunlight.

Lucy Spencer’s legs were indeed beautiful, especially in denim shorts, with her legs crossed, perfectly showing off their length and shape.

Peter Thompson wasn’t a lecher, but he couldn’t help but notice and marvel at how perfectly developed a sixteen-year-old girl’s legs could be.

“Xuān Xuān, Little Thompson is Uncle He’s prized student, and has been admitted to Dongfang University’s combined master’s and doctoral program. He comes from the countryside, supporting himself through school by working part-time. Just look at that—how impressive! You should really learn from him!”

Mr. Spencer started talking about Peter Thompson, hoping to inspire his daughter to be more motivated.

Hearing this, Lucy Spencer was a little moved. The fact that Peter Thompson was admitted straight into a master’s and doctoral program at Dongfang University did make her secretly admire him, but her rebellious heart still made her deliberately look down on Peter Thompson’s rural background and humble family circumstances.

“Uncle Spencer, you flatter me!” Peter Thompson said modestly.

“Hmph, look at how pleased you are with yourself!” Lucy Spencer muttered under her breath.

Mr. Spencer didn’t hear it, but Peter Thompson caught every word, though he pretended not to.

“So, Lucy, what are your hobbies?”

Peter Thompson asked the most ordinary and easiest question to start a conversation, trying to communicate with Lucy Spencer.

Lucy Spencer secretly scoffed at Peter Thompson’s old-fashioned question—who even asks that these days? What a bookworm.

Seeing that Lucy Spencer hadn’t answered Peter Thompson’s question for a while, Mr. Spencer’s face was already showing signs of anger. Noticing this, Lucy Spencer reluctantly replied, “Nothing special, just listening to music, reading, and some sports.”

Of course, she wouldn’t mention clubbing, video games, or dancing in front of Mr. Spencer.

Peter Thompson sneered inwardly; he didn’t believe Lucy’s hobbies were really that simple. But he said, “Really? I like all those things too. I enjoy both classical and modern music! I also like all kinds of sports, and as for books, well, that goes without saying.”

Hmph, trying to suck up to me—he’s only in it for the money!

Lucy Spencer thought Peter Thompson was deliberately trying to get close to her, and looked down on him even more.

Suddenly, a sly glint flashed in Lucy Spencer’s eyes, and she put on a look of surprise. “Really? Are you good at basketball?”

“Heh, I guess I’m not bad!” Peter Thompson replied with a smile.

Not just “not bad”—even if the hoop was five meters high, he could still dunk the ball with ease.

Mr. Spencer’s expression softened a bit, and he was secretly pleased. He stood up and said, “I’ll go help in the kitchen. You two have a good chat.” With that, Mr. Spencer went into the kitchen.

“Not bad? Are you really that good?” Lucy Spencer asked.

Peter Thompson sensed a hint of scheming, but didn’t care at all—what kind of trouble could a little girl cause?

“I suppose so!” Peter Thompson replied shamelessly.

To him, basketball was just a child’s game.

Go ahead, brag all you want! A top student admitted straight to graduate school, working part-time to support himself and pay for his studies—how could he possibly have time to play basketball, let alone be any good at it? You’re not fooling anyone!