Chapter 95: The Best Birthday Gift

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Soon, Huo Yi and several bodyguards in suits and leather shoes came in.

Without uttering a single unnecessary word, as if they already knew what Li Beijue intended to do, they found positions near him and sat down.

They sat upright and formal, as if they were cosplaying as students.

Chi Enen was startled by her own thought, and she felt an urge to laugh.

Li Beijue’s bodyguards were all around one meter eighty, burly chaps. Squished into the tiny stools meant for primary school students and staring at her expressionlessly, they looked less like students and more like… comedic actors!

While she was still contemplating this, Huo Yi had already handed her a book. He casually distributed one to each person who had taken a seat.

Chi Enen took a closer look and saw that what she was holding was—a First Grade Chinese Textbook.

The corner of her mouth twitched.

Unable to help herself, she held up the book and asked, “Butler Huo, what is this supposed to mean?”

Why was she given a first-grade textbook?

Certainly, it couldn’t really be what she was thinking.

Before Huo Yi could answer, the man sitting in the first row responded nonchalantly, “Weren’t your childhood dream to be a primary school teacher? Today, I happen to be free and thought it was a good opportunity to help you fulfill it.” Today was his birthday, yet all he wanted was to help her achieve her dream.

He sounded indifferent, but who knew how long it took him to psych himself up to take this step.

“A primary school teacher?” Chi Enen was surprised.

How did he know?

Li Beijue stared discontentedly at her face and said, “Isn’t that what it is? You told me.”

“I told you?” Chi Enen suddenly remembered. Five years ago, when they were together, one bored day while watching a movie—the movie was about dreams — Li Beijue had asked her, and on a whim, she had told him that she wanted to be a primary school teacher.

“You did say it!” Li Beijue was close to grinding his teeth, “Teacher Chi, yesterday we covered Lesson Three, let’s continue with that today!”

His tone was anything but that of a student.

Under the scrutiny of so many pairs of eyes, Chi Enen awkwardly flipped open to the lesson he mentioned, only to find the legendary “Goose, Goose, Goose.”

She felt too embarrassed to proceed.

Teaching a bunch of men in their twenties “Goose, Goose, Goose” was more difficult than asking her to hang herself with a noodle.

Li Beijue adjusted much faster than she did, mainly because he was well prepared mentally. Seeing her standing awkwardly on the spot, he immediately turned around, glanced at everyone and said, “Come on, let’s read the text together in unison. I’ll start!”

The one who usually starts reading in a primary school is the class monitor. If he went back to primary school, he definitely had to be the class monitor!

“Goose, goose, goose!” His deep voice was inexplicably husky and pleasant on the ears.

The burly men behind, despite being mentally prepared, felt a bit awkward. But out of respect for his command, they suppressed their awkwardness and began reading loudly, “Goose, goose, goose, with necks curved, they sing to the sky. White feathers float on the green water, and red webbed feet stir the clear waves.”

So awkward, how do you deal with the urge to bury yourself in the crevices of the ground?

The only person in the classroom who didn’t seem to find it awkward was the arrogant, bossy man himself. He looked towards the podium at the little lady, who had no idea where to put her hands, and said with some smugness, “Chi Enen, how is it? I think I’d make a rather fitting class monitor.”

“…I don’t think you’re like a class monitor.” She finally couldn’t hold back her true thoughts any longer, “Li Beijue, I thinkyou’re more like Dao Mingsi.”

He was particularly reminiscent of Dao Mingsi from Meteor Garden.

Especially at this moment, to the extreme.

Whether it was his personality or anything else.

However, Dao Mingsi was a character from television, while she was dealing with a man who truly existed.