Lord Yan, The Little Ancestor Has Fallen Off The Horse Again!-Chapter 25 Became Famous Again

Mo Fan didn’t say anything, but he was quite curious. She put away her phone, took a bite of the noodles, "Tomorrow you go buy the materials, I’ll go to the airport to pick someone up later."

"Pick up someone? Who?" Xiao Bai looked curious. When did she have friends?

Mo Fan gave him a meaningful look, "Monica."

Xiao Bai was stunned. When did she have a foreign friend?

**

The next day.

Yunhua District.

"Master Chen, I’ve found out everything. That little brat is in Class Seven, Senior Three at First Middle School. Just arrived and already made it to the homepage of First Middle’s forum, overshadowing the former school beauty."

Feng Ye flamboyantly adjusted his hair; since Master Y took on the task yesterday, the haze in his heart had cleared.

He entered the comment section.

"She fights! Damn, one against four, impressive! Her grades seem not so good either, looks like zeros in every subject..."

After reading a series of comments, he summed it up in one sentence: the school beauty of First Middle School who’s bad in studies but good in fighting.

Two words: Awesome!

Xiao Chen’s fingers, clearly defined, straightened his tie, revealing his sexy Adam’s apple, his eyebrows playful, and the corners of his lips slightly raised.

"Let’s go to First Middle." His voice was crisp, but Feng Ye could tell he was in a good mood.

Was he going to find that little brat again?

Principal’s Office, First Middle School.

"Are you sure you want to teach at First Middle?" Elder He raised an eyebrow, looking at the noble and aloof man on the sofa. With him as a teacher, which student would still focus on studying?

"Yeah." Xiao Chen leaned back on the sofa, his long legs crossed, showing a rare relaxed demeanor, "Just arrange for me to be in Class Seven, Senior Three."

Feng Ye glanced aside, realizing something.

He wasn’t there to find the little brat.

He was there to teach the little brat.

Just didn’t know what he’d teach.

Master Chen had graduated from Jing University with dual degrees. For some unknown reason, he suddenly didn’t want to continue studying.

He went home to inherit the family’s massive fortune.

Did this little brat carry so much weight?

To have Master Chen personally teach?

Elder He gave him a meaningful look. There were so many classes but he specifically chose Class Seven, Senior Three. Not simple.

"Fine, but I don’t have a salary to offer you." Elder He drank his tea, his aged eyes twinkling with mirth, showing the marks of time, "All subject teachers are already in place, we’re only missing a psychology teacher."

He casually responded, "Doesn’t matter, just arrange a spacious office for me, with a bed and sofa. Psychology it is then."

Elder He glanced at him subtly; his demands were quite high. freewёbnoνel.com

He nonchalantly got up, his face proud as he glanced at Feng Ye and walked out.

Feng Ye nodded to Elder He, following closely behind.

Master Chen’s second degree at Jing University was indeed in psychology, and he had aced it.

His eyes were terrifyingly perceptive; it felt like he couldn’t hide anything.

It was now the second class break at First Middle School, half an hour of rest time.

Both the hallways and the sports field were bustling.

With his looks, he was the center of attention wherever he went. First Middle School had never lacked handsome guys, all sorts were available, but compared to the man before them, they fell short by more than a little.

The man was distinguished and aloof, looking down on everything, radiating mature charm, his striking aura made people couldn’t help but scream, but his cold demeanor kept them from getting too close, only allowing them to watch from a distance.

The man next to him was also good-looking and quite flamboyant, but fell far short in comparison.

Feeling the gazes of the surrounding students, Feng Ye felt as if he had returned to his student days...

**

First Middle School Snack Bar.

"Yun Yue, why are you eating candy again?" Zhang Ziyue noticed, she seemed to really love candy, even more than Gu Yue.

Yun Yue, who had just had some candy, had a satisfied expression and maintained her unruly air, her eyes squinting with defiance as her right cheek puffed out.

"Because it’s sweet."

Zhang Ziyue didn’t speak because the candy was indeed sweet.

Returning from the small store, passing by the arts building was unavoidable.

The window on the second floor was open, letting out the sounds of a piano.

Zhang Ziyue, looking up, said, "Do you hear that piano? It’s Shen Xuan playing. She practices here every day after the second period and during lunch. I have to say, she plays quite well."

Her piano playing was soothing, making listeners feel at ease—Gu Yue would listen to it every day.

Yun Yue, with candy in her mouth, withdrew her gaze, both unruly and arrogant, "It’s just alright."

Zhang Ziyue suddenly laughed.

She wondered what expression Shen Xuan would have if she heard her comment. She was quite eager to see it.

Gu Yue sat beside her on a chair, his eyebrows lowered, seemingly enjoying it as many other students surrounded them, all there to listen to Shen Xuan play.

The piano suddenly stopped, and he looked up, "Why did you stop playing?"

Shen Xuan’s eyes slightly hardened, a bit defeated, "I’ve been thinking about this piece for a long time, it still feels like it’s lacking something."

She was leaving for Beijing soon and wanted to perform this piece in front of Master Yao Nan, but the music wasn’t perfected yet, so it was uncertain whether she would even bring it out.

"It’s okay, just take your time thinking." Gu Yue didn’t understand the piano, but he loved listening to Shen Xuan because her music calmed his restless heart.

Her peers also comforted her, believing she could do it.

"Yeah, I’ll play it for you after I perfect it," Shen Xuan said, managing a bright smile.

"Then practice at your own pace." Gu Yue stood up, perhaps soothed by the piano music, his aura noticeably more affable.

Shen Xuan watched Gu Yue leave, then turned her eyes back to the score, her expression complex.

After Gu Yue left, other people followed, leaving only a girl with short hair.

"You should go too, I’ll keep thinking," Shen Xuan said, her gaze toward her.

"Okay then," the short-haired girl was quite understanding.

Once everyone had left, Shen Xuan turned on her phone, pursed her lips, and tapped into a webpage.

As soon as Gu Yue went downstairs, he saw Yun Yue and her together, and his expression turned chilly, probably because he remembered she had eaten his candy.

Yun Yue scanned his face and walked away.

Zhang Ziyue glanced at Gu Yue cautiously and quickly followed Yun Yue.

If Gu Yue were to get angry and start hitting someone, she probably would be the only one brave enough to hit back.

In the afternoon, after classes, Yun Yue asked for leave from evening self-study.

Coming to pick her up was Mo Fan, still on the same motorcycle.

Mo Fan’s appearance was quite noticeable, dressed in a striking, alluring black leather suit, parked at a conspicuous spot in front of First Middle School, revealing a captivating cleavage.

"Is this another one from vocational school?"

Seeing Mo Fan, the students from First Middle School quickly associated her with vocational school students.

"That can’t be, I’ve never seen her before."

Many were discussing, Mo Fan had a distinctive appearance, and had she been from vocational school, they would have remembered, but sadly no one had seen her before.

Yun Yue hadn’t expected her to be so conspicuous.

Walking in a leisurely pace towards her, the setting sun added a touch of color to her face. She walked up cheekily and expertly put on her helmet.

The students of First Middle School witnessed Yun Yue getting onto a motorcycle.

She drove it herself, speeding off down the street like a rocket.

...

The motorcycle pulled into the Shangyun Hotel parking lot, and Mo Fan, carrying a black bag, handed it to Yun Yue, "Everything is inside, I’m really curious what it is that made you come out personally."

Yun Yue took off her helmet, her hair messy, sticking to her face, a mischievous smile lit by the dim light of the parking lot.

"Ten billion."

Mo Fan was stunned for a long moment, her reaction delayed, before she screamed, "Ten billion! Who is so rich? I’ll rob him!"