Translator: Yunyi
Song Yaoyao had only had one glass of wine in the evening, so her mind wasnât too muddled.
However, the alcohol coupled with the manâs 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.
âMaster Huo.â
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.
Dingâ
Coincidentally, the cell phone rang.
Rourou: âYaoyao, are you still running your class tonight? Everyone is waiting on the YY channel.â
Even though Huo Yunque never liked to pry into other peopleâs privacy, the line of words inevitably jumped into his eyes.
He picked up the phone and just put it on the table.
Rourou: âYaoyao? Precious, are you there? Are you asleep? Should I tell everyone that class isnât on tonight?â
Tang Xinrou didnât 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 computer suddenly beeped.
The channel host was online!
Tang Xinrouâs eyes lit up, and she immediately sat down with her practice paper.
However, after hearing the faint sound of electricity, a manâs lazy and hoarse voice came through the microphone.
What the f*ck?
âThe child is asleep. Iâll speak for her in tonightâs class.â
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.
âNow, everyone, please find the English paper marked with serial number 1. If there are no questions, we will begin now.â
Tang Xinrou: â???â
The private class group exploded.
Little Tang: âF*ck, f*ck, f*ck! I canât breathe! Why is it Mr. Huo?â
Xu Yue: âQuiet!â
Shen Xun: â/Smirkâ
Han Jun: âIâm nervous... If we donât understand something, will Mr. Huo scold us?â
Little Tang: âHehe, scolding you is giving you face.â
Actually, Huo Yunqueâs lecture was really just a simple lecture.
He did not interact, he did not look at the screen, and he completely followed his own train of thought. His voice was exceptionally superior, more imposing than a male broadcasterâs. His tone was languid and elegant, like a medieval aristocrat.
When he was reading English, he sounded exceptionally good.
âHuhuhu, sorry, Little Teacher! I shall slap myself. I actually had an inappropriate thought towards your man!â
âGirlfriend, youâre not the only one. I also...â
âJust hearing this voice is making me climax.â
âAlthough Mr. Huoâs lecture is very good, who the f*ck cares what heâs talking about? As long as his voice is good, isnât that enough?â
âAhhh, Mr. Huo, I love you. Mr. Huo, do you like men? If you donât like men, what about transgender people?â
âPfff, hahaha, commenter above, thatâs enough!â
âCan 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!â
âSir, I didnât understand the last question. Can you repeat it, please?â
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 Yaoyaoâs lecture time by more than half.