Translator: Yunyi
Song Yaoyao had only had one glass of wine in the evening, so her mind wasn’t too muddled.
However, the alcohol coupled with the man’s fresh and pleasant scent put Song Yaoyao in a daze. As a result, she did not know when she had fallen asleep.
She always felt particularly reassured beside this man.
“Master Huo.”
Uncle Zhang brought a bowl of soup and left. Huo Yunque carried the tray and put it aside.
A small bump rose on the bed. The girl turned over and curled up under the blanket. She was fast asleep.
Huo Yunque shook his head. He set the temperature of the room to constant and bent down to pick up the clothes on the floor. While he was tidying up, a cell phone fell to the ground.
Ding—
Coincidentally, the cell phone rang.
Rourou: “Yaoyao, are you still running your class tonight? Everyone is waiting on the YY channel.”
Even though Huo Yunque never liked to pry into other people’s privacy, the line of words inevitably jumped into his eyes.
He picked up the phone and just put it on the table.
Rourou: “Yaoyao? Precious, are you there? Are you asleep? Should I tell everyone that class isn’t on tonight?”
Tang Xinrou didn’t get a response for a long time. She knocked her head and was very conflicted. Should she give Yaoyao a call?
But what if she interrupted something?
After a few minutes, the puter suddenly beeped.
The channel host was online!
Tang Xinrou’s eyes lit up, and she immediately sat down with her practice paper.
However, after hearing the faint sound of electricity, a man’s lazy and hoarse voice came through the microphone.
What the f*ck?
“The child is asleep. I’ll speak for her in tonight’s class.”
Huo Yunque was naturally lacking in enthusiasm. He was only doing all of this for Song Yaoyao.
He casually pulled out a paper and glanced at it.
English.
“Now, everyone, please find the English paper marked with serial number 1. If there are no questions, we will begin now.”
Tang Xinrou: “???”
The private class group exploded.
Little Tang: “F*ck, f*ck, f*ck! I can’t breathe! Why is it Mr. Huo?”
Xu Yue: “Quiet!”
Shen Xun: “/Smirk”
Han Jun: “I’m nervous… If we don’t understand something, will Mr. Huo scold us?”
Little Tang: “Hehe, scolding you is giving you face.”
Actually, Huo Yunque’s lecture was really just a simple lecture.
He did not interact, he did not look at the screen, and he pletely followed his own train of thought. His voice was exceptionally superior, more imposing than a male broadcaster’s. His tone was languid and elegant, like a medieval aristocrat.
When he was reading English, he sounded exceptionally good.
“Huhuhu, sorry, Little Teacher! I shall slap myself. I actually had an inappropriate thought towards your man!”
“Girlfriend, you’re not the only one. I also…”
“Just hearing this voice is making me climax.”
“Although Mr. Huo’s lecture is very good, who the f*ck cares what he’s talking about? As long as his voice is good, isn’t that enough?”
“Ahhh, Mr. Huo, I love you. Mr. Huo, do you like men? If you don’t like men, what about transgender people?”
“Pfff, hahaha, menter above, that’s enough!”
“Can you listen to the lecture quietly? Is it hard to learn how to respect people? If someone sacrifices their time to give you free tutoring, then you should be grateful. How dare you talk about climaxing? F*cking ridiculous!”
“Sir, I didn’t understand the last question. Can you repeat it, please?”
Unfortunately, Huo Yunque did not interact with anyone from beginning to end.
He quietly finished the entire paper in less than an hour and cut Song Yaoyao’s lecture time by more than half.
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