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Even before she dropped out, she was a notorious slacker in class, often sleeping through lectures and passing exams by simply showing up— a 24K gold-branded dud.

During their relationship, he rarely heard her talk about her studies.

This was the first time she had explicitly expressed a desire to learn and wanted Bo Yan to teach her!

Bo Yan was stunned for a moment, noticing her earnest eyes and intensely focused expression, as if she was about to discuss a life-altering matter of great importance.

He looked at her, about to nod, when the car suddenly stopped, followed by the driver in front announcing, “Young Master Yan, we’ve arrived.”

Bo Yan grunted in response, not even giving the driver half a glance. Moreover, he turned to say, “You go down first.”

“Here?” The driver was slightly puzzled; he had stopped the car inside the courtyard, not having brought it into the garage yet. Usually, Bo Yan and Xia Siyu would get out first, and after entering the house, it was more convenient for him to drive into the garage. But as this was Bo Yan’s instruction, he got out of the car.

The driver got out first, closing the car door behind him.

Bo Yan remained still, rolling down the window and glancing at the driver. Then he gestured with his hand for the driver to move farther away.

The driver did as he was told and walked away from the car. Bo Yan only rolled up the window after watching him leave the courtyard.

Afterward, he thought for a moment and locked the car door, using the remote on the key to secure it.

The lights in the car dimmed, leaving just the two of them.

Throughout this process, Xia Siyu maintained the same posture, her gaze fervent. Clearly, although her thoughts were coherent, she was a bit drunk. Otherwise, given her personality, she would have either made a run for it or at least grumbled about it, not sitting here so obediently.

Bo Yan looked at Xia Siyu in the light of the courtyard lamp and nodded faintly, “I can teach you, that’s not out of the question.”

Xia Siyu’s eyes lifted, “What do I need to do for you to agree?”

Xia Siyu’s eyes were locked on him, unguarded and direct.

Bo Yan was notoriously thick-skinned; although her stare made him a little nervous, he showed no fear and met her gaze head-on.

Moreover, he continued to earnestly persuade her, like a salesperson in a multi-level marketing organization fervently pitching himself, “As you know, I have a Doctorate in Film Culture and Arts, and I’m a university lecturer with extensive theoretical knowledge. I’m not all talk— my practice is solid too, at least the Best Actor trophy I have is proof. But I don’t just teach anyone. Even if you’re willing to learn, I need to see if you have the talent. After all, acting requires innate ability. Without talent, you’re just a block of wood, no matter how much I teach you. But talent alone isn’t enough. To be a successful actor, you need not just that one percent of talent; you also need ninety-nine percent effort. It’s exhausting work, so forget it.”

“Of course, I want to grab it! As soon as possible, preferably next year— at the latest within three years. I must get the Best Actress award. No, two of them—no, three! And it would be even better to win an international award!”

Perhaps it was the influence of the alcohol, but there was a fiery sincerity in her eyes.

It seemed that she was utterly unaware of the looming danger.