For a grown man, over thirty years old in two lifetimes combined, to make the little heroine cry—there's really no one else like him.
A man over thirty bullying an eleven-year-old girl to tears, it's embarrassing just to talk about it.
Though physically only eleven, Ye Ting hadn't yet lived like a child.
Perhaps before age seven, Ye Ting might have pretended a bit in front of others, but as he grew older, he increasingly preferred handling things in his own way.
To others, this seemed like maturity beyond his peers.
Seeing the little girl sobbing as she left the compartment, he sighed helplessly and chased after her.
"I always feel like he's a few years older than us." said Marietta, gazing at Ye Ting's retreating back.
"I think so too," Cho Chang nodded in agreement. "Other boys our age would only sulk and never take the initiative to apologize and comfort a girl."
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In the corridor, Hermione stared out the window at the scenery flying past, deliberately not turning back to let Ye Ting see her red eyes.
"Alright, don't be mad anymore. Can't I just be wrong?" Ye Ting stepped forward and habitually rubbed Hermione's fluffy head.
Of course, this was his usual way to comfort his familiar spirit, Himari.
This action seemed to step on a kitten's tail. Hermione angrily turned her head and said with a petulant tone, "Don't touch my hair, I'm not a child anymore."
She turned her head so suddenly that she almost bumped into Ye Ting's face.
Right then, she saw Ye Ting's half-smiling, half-teasing eyes. The distance between their cheeks was no more than five centimeters.
Hermione's face turned red again instantly, and she quickly turned her head away again.
"Why… are you following me… out here?" she whispered.
"I saw that little girl crying over every little thing. I was afraid her tears would flood the train, so I chased out to stop her." he replied, sounding more like he was soothing a child.
"I would never flood the train with my tears." Hermione reflexively rebutted, then immediately realized that Ye Ting was just teasing her.
So, she angrily pounded him with her little fists a couple of times.
"Alright, stop being stubborn. It's not good to cry over every little thing." Ye Ting smoothly grasped her pounding hand.
At this point, Hermione's face turned even redder. She had never been treated like this by a boy—both touching her head and holding her hand.
Especially since the one treating her like this was such a good-looking boy, and moreover, he possessed knowledge that she admired.
For a moment, she stumbled over her words and couldn't speak, only lightly struggling, but with a force so small that it couldn't even push an ant.
Unfortunately, Ye Ting had neither dating experience nor any intention of dating an eleven-year-old girl. In such a situation, he would inevitably do something to ruin the atmosphere.
He began to preach to Hermione, "In fact, having differing viewpoints is something that often occurs in learning and research. When faced with someone who holds a different viewpoint from yours, we shouldn't sulk and argue with them. Instead, we should carefully consider whether their viewpoint is reasonable and acceptable. If their viewpoint is more reasonable, we should actively learn from it, absorb it, and incorporate it into our own knowledge system. Conversely, we should strive to think about the flaws in their viewpoint and refute them. So, crying won't solve any problems."
Such words were exactly like a teacher educating a student.
The ambiguous atmosphere was immediately shattered, but Hermione, being an exceptional little scholar, nodded semi-understandingly.
However, inexplicably, her heart felt a bit uneasy, and she had a strange dissatisfaction with Ye Ting.
Without any dating experience, she didn't know what was causing this uneasy feeling.
If Cho Chang and Marietta were there, they would definitely say they were two strange people.
"Mr. Ye Ting," Hermione said formally after listening, "you are indeed knowledgeable and good at learning. After entering Hogwarts, can I ask you for advice?"
Facing the serious request of the little girl, Ye Ting happily replied, "Of course, I'd be happy to chat with such a cute girl like you."
Sometimes, he did forget his physical age and said things that could be misunderstood.
Upon hearing such words, Hermione's face, which had just returned to normal, turned red again, and she retreated to the compartment like she was escaping.
Inside the compartment, Cho Chang and Marietta were leaning their ears against the door, with gossipy intention trying to eavesdrop on what Ye Ting and Hermione were talking about in the corridor, and how Ye Ting would comfort Hermione. Unfortunately, Hermione had walked too far when she first went out, and the place where they were chatting was far from the compartment door. As a result, Cho Chang and Marietta heard nothing.
Then Hermione came back with a blush, and their approaching footsteps startled the two of them.
The two girls instantly retreated to their original positions, pretending that nothing had happened, pretending to eat snacks and chat, so that neither Hermione nor Ye Ting, who returned successively, noticed anything unusual.
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