Chapter 3 Three Encounters in One Day, What? Still a High School Student!

Mitchell thought, Cupid might as well just deliver someone straight to his bed.

Three encounters in one day, like some plot written by a brainless screenwriter of a Mary Sue idol drama.

But reality was seriously telling him that he had yet another encounter with his love-at-first-sight.

This...

If he didn''t go over and ask for social media now, it would be unreasonable.

"The next stop is approaching, passengers who need to get off please..." As the subway arrived at the station, Mitchell was pushed forward a few steps by the crowd, getting closer to Nathan.

"Hey, Nathan, did the school say when classes start?"

"I''m not the homeroom teacher." Nathan''s gaze swept around the carriage and landed near Mitchell.

Luckily, he made it, not a wasted trip.

Nathan saw Mitchell''s eyelashes drooping, his hand gripping the pole slightly tightening, as if he was a bit nervous.

Mitchell was thinking about how to ask Nathan for his contact information, feeling a bit apprehensive. What if Nathan rejected him? What if he thought he was a creep?

Forget it... just ask first, it''s just social media.

When he was one step away from Nathan, Mitchell heard a classmate next to him ask, "Did you finish your holiday homework?"

Holiday... homework?

Listen more...

"No." Nathan replied perfunctorily, watching Mitchell''s next move, the distance between them getting closer.

"You''re not doing it?" The boy next to him clicked his tongue, "As expected of Nathan, bold and daring, but I heard we''re getting a new homeroom teacher this semester, maybe the new one won''t even collect the holiday homework."

"Damn, then I did it for nothing!"

"Why are we getting a new homeroom teacher?"

"Seems like it''s because we''re almost juniors, so they got someone more experienced."

...Mitchell integrated the information he heard in his mind and came to a fact he was very unwilling to accept but had to accept—Nathan was still a high school student.

Not only a high school student, but only a sophomore.

Mitchell couldn''t hear the rest of the conversation because he automatically distanced himself from this small group of high school students brimming with youthful energy.

Only a sophomore, Mitchell was a bit disappointed. He asked himself if he hadn''t morally degraded to the point of asking a not-yet-adult high school student for social media. He usually worked part-time as a high school math tutor, and high school students in his eyes were like kids who could understand human language but were mischievous. Such kids were not suitable for further contact, let alone dating.

Lived for over twenty years, first time feeling moved, and it ended before it even started. Was Cupid playing a joke on him?

Mitchell looked up and sighed.

Nathan watched the distance between them grow, frowning.

Why did he run away?

"By the way, Nathan, the girl from the next class asked me to find out if you have a girlfriend." The boy next to Nathan raised his phone, "She said if I find out what type of girl you like, she''ll treat me to a week''s worth of milk tea."

Nathan took out his phone and opened the social media interface. He had already decided that if Mitchell got any closer, he would coax him into adding his contact information.

"Nathan?"

Nathan replied without looking up, "Definitely not her type."

"Hey, Nathan, do you remember what she looks like? The one who kept leaving water on your desk, once even blocked you at the stairs."

"Don''t remember." Nathan''s phone screen stayed lit.

The boy shrugged, "Looks like no milk tea for me, but I''m really curious, Nathan, what kind of person can catch your eye?"

Mitchell and Nathan''s distance grew, almost half a carriage apart.

Nathan put his phone away and said lightly, "Someone with good handwriting."

The boys were a bit surprised, "Just, just that simple?"

Nathan nodded, "Yeah, just that simple."

"Hey! We''re here, get off!" Nathan followed the others off the train, walking slowly, lingering on the platform for a while, not in a hurry to leave.

The others seemed still interested in the previous question, pestering Nathan for a more detailed answer.

Mitchell watched their figures fade through the window, feeling a bit frustrated.

Forget it, no fate.

His phone vibrated in his pocket, Mitchell took it out and saw it was a parent who had been recommended to him, wanting to schedule a lesson.

[Zane: Does Mr. Windsor have time tomorrow? I''ll discuss it with Anderson. Can you send a photo of yourself? My kid is quite particular about appearances.]

[Mitchell: Tomorrow? Sure, just send me the address.]

A photo... Mitchell did have one, a blue or red background one-inch photo in electronic format, no fancy filters, the photo looked just like him.

[Zane: Mr. Windsor, hold on a moment, I''ll ask my son.]

Nathan received a social media message from his mom, Charlotte. Lately, Charlotte had been on a kick about finding him a tutor, saying no junior should go without extra lessons. It was probably about that.

[Zane: Sweetie, let me tell you, this Mr. Windsor is really handsome, recommended by a friend of mine. Let''s give it a try!]

Handsome?

A wild thought flashed through Nathan''s mind, and he continued the conversation with a one-in-a-million chance.

[Beaumont Percy: Let me see the photo.]

A photo was sent, Mitchell with a standard smile, eyes bright like stars.

He was just worrying about where to find someone, and now they were coming to him.

[Beaumont Percy: Okay.]

[Zane: Really? I''ll set the time right now!]

Mitchell was still on the subway when the social media message popped up.

[Zane: Mr. Windsor! My son agreed! Send me your address, I''ll have the driver pick you up!]

Mitchell didn''t hesitate and promptly gave his address, scheduling the lesson for the next afternoon.

This parent seemed easy to talk to, and the pay was generous. He could sacrifice his day off for this respect.

Mitchell looked at the door where Nathan had exited the subway, still feeling a bit down.

Even if he did have feelings for a high school student, he would never act on them. For students, junior year was the most important year of their lives. How could he disrupt that for his own desires?

That would be too inhumane.

Luckily, he hadn''t acted impulsively.

Mitchell brought the lilies to his nose, the elegant fragrance calming him down.

His phone buzzed with a friend request, it was from the kid he was supposed to tutor tomorrow.

[Mitchell: Hello, for tomorrow''s lesson, you can send me the problems you don''t understand in advance.]

[Beaumont Percy: Okay.]

Mitchell forwarded his resume to the student named Beaumont Percy and then put away his phone, getting off the subway. Once home, he sat at his desk and looked at the problems Beaumont Percy had sent.

Nathan, at home, was flipping through a profile repeatedly.

Whether as a college student or a part-time tutor, Mitchell was perfect.

So he must also be... a perfect partner, Nathan thought.

...

The problems Nathan sent were quite standard, nothing too difficult. Mitchell quickly prepared the lesson, rubbed his sore neck, and went to the kitchen to make himself some noodles.

Mitchell''s parents had died in a car accident when he was ten, leaving him a substantial inheritance, enough for him to live comfortably for several lifetimes. He didn''t have any greedy relatives eyeing his inheritance.

With strong self-care abilities, young Mitchell didn''t need relatives to take care of him and had always lived independently, lacking nothing in terms of food, clothing, or other needs.

He worked part-time not because he needed money, but because he wanted to keep his life busy and fulfilling.

Mitchell''s cooking skills had improved over the years. Though it was just a bowl of steaming noodles, it had two eggs on top, smelling delicious. Mitchell slurped it down happily.

After eating, he cleaned up the dishes, took a shower, and found several new messages on his phone when he came out.

[Landon: Mitchell, help! I don''t want to play games with my sister, she''s terrible!]

Mitchell chuckled and ignored him.

[Beaumont Percy: Can we add an extra hour tomorrow?]

Mitchell was a bit surprised by this message. Three hours of lessons in a row, could he handle it?

[Mitchell: I''m okay with it, are you sure you can manage?]

[Beaumont Percy: Yes.]

Mitchell wiped his still-dripping hair. An extra hour wasn''t a big deal for him, he just hoped the kid could sit still for that long.