Studying in a Cluster? Easier to Gossip?

In Episode 48, Liu Ning spent ages explaining before finally leaving Yu Dad, Yu Mom, and Yu Sister half-convinced.

He had only been helping Little Yu apply medicine. He had not done anything improper.

"Your fingers really looked like paper? You didn't poke around?"

Yu Jiajia still asked uncertainly.

Liu Ning looked utterly miserable. "If Little Yu didn't agree, how would I dare poke around?"

"With a beauty right in front of you, you really managed to stay untouched?"

Yu Mom added another question. "I've had enough!"

Yu Zhenyu finally exploded in fury. "Are you done yet?"

"How far are you going to dig into this?"

"Do you have to rub salt into someone's wounds?"

"How many times do I have to say it? I didn't poke around!"

"Damn it, why won't you believe me?"

Yu Dad raised a hand and waved it through the air. "Oh, you're really getting worked up now? Believe it or not, I'll buy two eels?"

"Buy them! Go buy them right now! I'm already split open anyway, so what am I afraid of leaking for?"

Yu Zhenyu stubbornly craned his neck with the air of someone facing death, while Yu Dad lowered his arm in exasperation. "Fine, fine, just keep pissing me off! One day, I'll do it to you too!"

It's over. This whole family is going to turn perverted!

Yu Jiajia thought in despair.

Given Yu Zhenyu's current mental state, the people who had come to take him away ultimately chose to temporarily leave the apartment and deal with things once he had calmed down.

Before leaving, Yu Jiajia was still worried.

"I'm warning you, don't you dare have improper thoughts about my brother, especially his butt!"

"It's already covered in wounds, so don't add fuel to the... whatever."

Liu Ning raised his hand and swore, "I guarantee I'll take good care of President Yu wholeheartedly. I absolutely won't do anything out of line—unless President Yu wants me to."

He silently added that last part in his heart.

Wang Dao saw the investor still squatting in the bathroom late at night to visit the set and thought, Damn, he's really dedicated. He gets off work even later than the actors. He probably won't be able to come once we change locations tomorrow, right?

Just as that thought crossed his mind, Huo Renjie suddenly came over.

"Director, we're going to the international school tomorrow, right?"

"Ah, it hasn't been finalized yet. We have to wait for the school's notice."

Wang Wei deliberately put on a troubled expression. "Um, President Huo, you know Capital International School isn't somewhere just anyone can attend."

"The board members are hard to deal with. If they don't agree to let us film there, we'll have to change locations."

"It's just location filming. How hard could that be?"

Huo Renjie patted his chest. "Wait for my news."

Wang Wei looked overjoyed. "President Huo, then I'll leave this matter to you."

Huo Renjie turned and pulled out his phone, talking as he walked. A few minutes later, he hung up, suddenly remembered something, and leaned toward Yan Jinyu. "Brother Yan, doesn't your younger brother study there too?"

"It's not just my younger brother."

Yan Jinyu pressed his lips together in a faint smile. "Almost every child in the tycoon circle studies there, as long as they haven't gone abroad."

Huo Renjie did not have any particularly young siblings and knew little about school. After hearing that, he muttered, "Can studying in a cluster make your stomach explode too? Is it for easier eating?"

Just then, he saw Song Yichuan walk past with a yawn.

"The screenwriter must be a Fight Back to School fan. How about we make an undercover teacher character?"

"Good thing I did this when I was digging for news back then. Otherwise, what if I gave myself away standing at the podium?"

"Come to think of it, kids these days aren't easy to fool. If I run into some brat, I'll have to bring out my best skills. I'll get some late-night food to relieve the pressure later. It's settled!"

"Let's get some traditional Old Beijing hot pot!"

"A plate of fresh, delicious fatty lamb!"

"A plate of tender, fragrant fatty beef!"

"Fresh tripe strips, dipped in thick sesame sauce, preferably with iced Harbin beer."

"My drool medicine is kicking in again. Hey, come on, let's go eat!"

At that moment, he would kill anyone blocking his way, gods or Buddhas alike. Song Yichuan quickened his pace, only to find someone standing in front of him.

"Got time?"

"I'll treat you to dinner!"

Yan Jinyu smiled with his eyes and brows. The gossip squad—he had actually perfectly avoided the blocked words.

When Lu Chen finished filming his scenes, he discovered that almost everyone had already left. He had thought Fu Zhouchi would stay until the end, or at least say goodbye before leaving, but instead he had slipped away without a sound.

"Do you need me to give you a ride?"

A gentle voice sounded beside Lu Chen's ear. She turned around in surprise and saw Chen Feng, the male lead playing her brother-in-law.

"N-No, it's fine. I can go back by myself."

Lu Chen waved her hands, flattered.

"How about this? Tell me where you live first. If it's on my way, I'll take you. If not, forget it."

Chen Feng spoke gently.

After thinking about it, Lu Chen answered honestly. "I live in the Fuji Entertainment rookie dorms."

"Good. I happen to rent a place around there too."

Chen Feng smiled, his tone brooking no refusal.

"Come on, I'll take you there."

Lu Cheng had no reason to refuse. Since she was feeling down anyway, she followed him and sat in the passenger seat.

When the car reached the elevated highway, neither of them spoke.

Lu Chen sensed a faintly ambiguous atmosphere and felt a little smug. Looks like I'm still charming after all. Otherwise, why would a promising Best Newcomer take the initiative to invite me?

"Lu Chen, there's something I want to ask you."

Chen Feng hesitated before speaking. "Sure."

Lu Chen's cheeks reddened. "Go ahead. How is your relationship with Song Yichuan?"

"You can hear him?"

Chen Feng looked awkward, as though the words were difficult to force out. "I don't know why, but I can't say it. I'm just very interested in him."

Lu Chen's mouth fell open. She did not react for a long time, while something in her mind seemed to be collapsing.

"What do you mean, interested?"

"Did you give me a ride just to ask about Song Yichuan?"

Was I being full of myself?

"Sorry, I'm not close to him. If you have something to say, ask him directly."

Lu Chen took a deep breath and said it with feigned calm. Then she turned toward the window and stopped speaking.

The next morning, sunlight streamed through the classroom windows.

"Um, a production crew will be coming to film at our school today. I hope everyone will cooperate."

The young homeroom teacher stood at the podium, looking somewhat restrained.

Though he had only recently taken over Class 2 of Grade 6, he had already learned how formidable these little second-generation tycoons were.

Especially the small group led by Yan Siming, whom teachers of every subject dared not provoke.

They constantly brought up how much their families had donated and threatened that they could have you fired at any time. Who could stand that?

After all, high-paying jobs were hard to find these days!

Sure enough, before he had even finished speaking, a troublemaker piped up. "Teacher, our school is a place for educating people. Since when did it become an opera troupe?"

The young homeroom teacher turned his head and saw Yan Siming sitting with one leg crossed over the other, looking utterly unruly.

"Teacher, anyway, I don't agree to let them use our classroom for filming. If you insist on doing this, we'll record videos and post them online to see what public opinion says."

Just as he said that, a voice suddenly shot into his mind, making him freeze.

"Hey, little brat, that voice sounds familiar. Let me think!"

"Oh, it's Yan Siming. No wonder. He doesn't even listen to Teacher Yang Wei. So he's relying on his family's money and influence!"

"Your big brother, who usually shielded you, has already fallen. What are you still acting so arrogant for?"

"Let me see if you've got any juicy dirt on you."

"The little second-generation tycoons of the international school!"

"Who?"

"Who's talking?"

Yan Siming immediately pulled his leg back, terror appearing on his face. "Huh?"

"H-He came too?"