"These three are Ying language teachers. Before teaching, they worked in healthcare, finance, and law, and these other three graduated from Ying Butler Academy, helping teach etiquette to foreign aristocrats."
"As for things like equestrian instructors, they may not be needed for Master Fox. anwhile, we’re actively seeking a suitable racing coach for you."
After introducing the mattress to Master Fox, Lin Bingyun casually ntioned the qualifications of those foreign teachers.
Xia Country’s Ying language courses mainly help students interpret docunts, but for daily use, they can be quite odd. Additionally, each sector has its own jargon, and many of these words lack roots, with new ones added yearly.
If you don’t hire experts or check the internet for anings, the average person won’t understand them.
The vocabulary in Ying language suggests caste separation or class language, where one’s speech can reveal their social status.
The overseas Lin family mainly works in healthcare, law firms, shipping, and finance, so learning these subjects is natural for Fox Young Master, Lin Ying’s heir.
The young miss had to learn it previously. However, when it ca to Master Fox, learning wasn’t mandatory, making those foreign teachers seem very out of place.
"Hello..."
The foreign teachers awkwardly greeted Master Fox.
"Oh, these are my private tutors..." Ansheng showed a sudden realization but then his expression changed, quickly addressing Lin Bingyun, "Quick! I have a condition where I faint at the sight of teachers. Get them out of here!"
Just escaped the politics class teacher, now faced with half a dozen bizarre teachers.
I don’t even watch movies in Ying language, and now you’re offering financial, healthcare, and legal Ying courses.
Am I suitable as Xia Country’s Grade Two protected species to learn Ying language?
Foreign teachers: "....."
Well... we understand Xia language.
......
Allergic to teachers, Master Fox ran off with his flowerpot after showering.
Completely unaware of the barely noticeable tendrils in the flowerpot’s soil, swaying gently.
"Hmm? Where’s this fox from?"
Returning to the school gate, Ansheng parked Mo Yiqing’s electric bike under the dorm’s canopy, pretending to be an ordinary fox, pushing the flowerpot back to the girls’ dorm to sleep.
But the dorm lady quickly blocked his way, frowning at the wild animal trying to enter.
"Ying?"
Ansheng showed a questioning face, looking at the lady who seed to be the dorm supervisor.
"Ying doesn’t work either," the lady firmly said.
Ansheng glanced into the supervisor’s room, noticing noodles being cooked. He thought for a mont, bypassed the supervisor, and swiftly climbed walls, shutting off the power in the supervisor’s room.
"Ying."
Ansheng landed, raising his head to ask the dorm supervisor lady.
"???"
The dorm supervisor lady slowly showed a questioning face.
With her still blocking the way, Ansheng quickly ran towards the equipnt room.
The dorm supervisor’s eyes widened, chasing after him, but Ansheng directly entered through the maintenance vent, using a small stool to switch off the dorm’s electricity or like a DJ spinning records, turned the dorm building’s water valves.
"Ahhh! Why is there a blackout! I was about to win hide-and-seek—"
"Damn it! It’s burning! Auntie, the dorm water pressure is unstable! How can I wash my hair?"
Now it’s 5:30 a.m., the Agricultural Research Institute students have early classes, and so are starting to get up for hygiene or gaming.
With Ansheng switching off the electricity or turning the valves, the entire building cried for help loudly towards the lady.
The dorm supervisor confronted Master Fox through the window outside the equipnt room.
As the dorm supervisor moved, inside, Master Fox toggled the power switches.
More screams echoed from upstairs.
The dorm supervisor halted, Master Fox stopped toggling.
She paused in silence, realizing sothing, turning back to the supervisor room, switching back on her room’s power, resuming breakfast cooking.
Ansheng exited the equipnt room, greeting the supervisor lady, placing his small paws on his flowerpot, then moved forward to the elevator open for equipnt transportation, pressing the button to go up.
Ansheng pushed the flowerpot to Ah Qing’s door, squeezing through the window gap, under Tang You’s puzzled gaze, opened the dorm room, pushed in his flowerpot, setting it beside theirs with sumr howork.
Tang You: "......"
Besides anything else, the imitation skills are strong. Saw us carrying sumr howork yesterday.
The little fox brought in a pot of sumr howork.
"Could this be considered stealing? You didn’t steal it from the neighboring dorm, did you?" Tang You jested.
"Ying Ying!" The little fox shook its head, jumping onto the basin to wash its hands.
"Huh? Why is that thing here too?" Mo Yiqing, hearing Tang You’s words, rubbed her ssy hair and looked at the night-lit dorm, spotting the tea tree originally in Ah Qing’s garden, standing upright inside.
Mo Yiqing was shocked, full of questions.
"The little fox seed to have gone to pick up parcels at night," Tang You replied to Mo Yiqing.
Mo Yiqing: "....."
Under their gaze, the little fox climbed the wooden stairs with front paws, back paws on the steps, leaping onto Ah Qing’s bed, snuggling beside her, ready for a big nap.
"Hmm? Back after a midnight snack?"
"Didn’t eat poop or eat buddies, right?" Ah Qing felt sothing odd, woke a little, hugged the little fox, mumbling.
"Ying!"
"Good then, give a kiss."
With a clear reply, Ah Qing rubbed the little fox’s cheek and continued to sleep.
Tang You: "......"
Ah Qing...what have you been teaching your little fox?!
The little fox is really becoming a spirit.
......
Ti gradually reached 9:30 a.m.
Ah Qing, nurturing sumr howork and observing the little fox’s treasured tea tree, suddenly received a vibration from her phone displaying a bank transaction. The Note Platform sent her last month’s livestream gifts and salary.
Seeing the barely six-figure salary, deducting her original savings and what she owed Momo, Ah Qing calculated nearly three thousand dollars ca in.
"Hmm...Xiaolan’s selling fee arrived."
Ah Qing’s eyes shone as she quickly put down the watering can, returned inside, climbed onto the bed, shook the half-asleep, dead tired little fox from last night, and started:
"Xiaolan Xiaolan! Our selling fee arrived, after purchasing new equipnt, you still get nearly ten thousand dollars, do you want a wife or not? I can find a match for you in Fox Kingdom!"
"Let Xiaolan enjoy too."
"Hum-hum..." Hearing constant chatter, the sleeping Ansheng slipped deeper under the covers, picked up a blanket to cover his head, then raised two paws to cover his ears.
"Ying Ying Ying..."
"Ah Qing, what did the little fox say?"
"...Just cursing quite rudely. Complained I’m disturbing Master Fox’s sweet morning dream, doesn’t know he just fell asleep?"
Ah Qing scratched her head puzzled, wondering what her little fox did last night, sleeping like a log.
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