Translator: Yunyi
Shen Xun’s Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he said in a hateful voice, “I’m happy!”
Fine…
Han Jun spread out his hands. “As long as you’re happy.”
He cupped his face and sighed.
“Sigh, when will it be my turn to have sweet love?”
There was still a lazy sleepiness in Shen Xun’s eyes. His raven-black hair was slightly long and fell on his eyelashes. Hearing this comment, he held his forehead and smiled evilly. “If you want love, that’s easy. If no one wants you, Jun’er, I can make do with you.”
Han Jun: “…”
I’m sorry, I refuse.
If he dared to do such a thing, his father would be the first to beat him to death.
The farce in the afternoon ended with a display of affection. Song Yaoyao really wanted to hand Tang Xinrou over to An Feiran, but Tang Xinrou refused to leave, so she could only give up.
After two classes, Xu Yue brought Tang Xinrou to shoot an advertisement.
No one knew how Xu Yue did it. She didn’t even get a manager’s certificate, and she was a girl who had no connection with the entertainment industry. How did she manage to win this endorsement from the hands of the fierce competition?
Tang Xinrou was verbally disgusted, but in reality, she wasn’t a fool. She naturally understood Xu Yue’s painstaking efforts.
Things like sanitary pads sounded rather shameful.
But in reality, every woman needed to use them. Moreover, the brand that Xu Yue had gotten her wasn’t some low-end brand, but a domestic brand. It could be seen everywhere in the supermarket. This was a perfect time to gain the goodwill and popularity of passers-by!
…
In the evening, Song Yaoyao logged onto Weibo for the first time in a long time and was suffocated by countless private messages and tweets until her phone went on strike.
It took a long time for her to return to normal.
It turned out that most of the people were begging her to give them the practice papers that Class 3-3 used.
Song Yaoyao realized that other than a portion of the people who followed the trend and found it amusing, the other portion was indeed students who were about to face the college entrance exams and wanted to improve.
This feeling was very novel, and for Song Yaoyao, there was nothing to hide.
Since so many people were begging, she directly went on her computer, copied the electronic version, and posted it onto Weibo.
OneYaoyao (verified): “A part of it is here. I’ll sort through it and upload it later. Every night, I usually give my classmates two hours of extra lessons. If you need, you can enter this group: 5339xxx. Finally, I wish everyone can get a good result in the exam. Good luck!” /flower
“Downloaded! Group ID added!”
“Huhuhu, angel! I will go and do it later. I hope it will be effective.”
“Thank you, Little Teacher. I love you!”
“Hahahaha, what the hell is Little Teacher? Before I knew it, there are so many nicknames.”
“I graduated many years ago. I hate that I wasn’t born a few years later. This way, I could have studied with Little Teacher!”
…
Just as she finished posting on Weibo, Song Yaoyao’s phone vibrated non-stop.
It turned out that everyone in the class group was constantly retweeting her.
“Ahhh, what’s going on? Why are so many people applying to join the group? Who did you guys offend? Is someone trying to make us crash? @ClassPresident”
“@ClassPresident, save me!”
[Dumbfounded]
“Problem solved” [Funny]
Class President: “Let them in, class starts in 10 minutes.”
“23,333! Are we attending class with all the third-year seniors in the country?”
“The Class President is amazing!”
“Brothers, hurry up! Remember to work hard, you can’t embarrass our Class President! Be serious. It’s fine if you usually muck around, but if anyone dares to embarrass Class 3-3, we will see you at your grave!”