Damn! Does This Count as Entrapment?

In Episode 50, Director Wang sat before the monitors and saw every elementary school student in the classroom sitting upright, utterly focused, as if afraid of missing a single point of knowledge.

Their diligent, studious appearance made him suspicious.

Weren't these supposed to be the second-generation heirs of wealthy families?

The notorious little devils?

The kind no ordinary teacher could handle, let alone an outside substitute teacher.

Director Wang had already prepared to call the principal in, only to find that Song Yichuan's lesson was progressing with surprising ease. Not a single student stood up to cause trouble.

What was going on?

Could that kid be not only physically coordinated, but also a teaching genius?

Who would've thought?

An all-rounder!

Director Wang clicked his tongue in amazement, then glanced at the script and asked his assistant, "Nan Er is supposed to be teaching Spanish, right?"

"For the dubbing later, make sure you find someone whose voice and temperament match Song Yichuan's."

He had barely gotten halfway through the sentence when fluent Spanish came through the monitor.

Director Wang froze and turned to see what was happening. A student had stood up to ask a question.

Isn't this nonsense?

Song Yichuan doesn't know Spanish, and there's nothing like this in the script!

So the kid's good behavior was just an act. He wanted to give the substitute teacher a hard time!

No, we need to stop this!

Director Wang raised his hand, ready to yell, "Cut!"

But someone beside him pressed it down.

"Wait."

The crisp voice made Director Wang whip around. Yan Jinyu was watching the set with a faint, amused smile.

Aside from Yu Zhenyu, he was the biggest investor. If he told them to go east, they wouldn't dare go west, much less alter the script on set.

What else could Director Wang do but hold it in?

Director Wang silently lowered his hand and stared worriedly at the monitor.

"Hmph, Teacher, don't tell me you can't even answer such a simple question?"

Yan Siming stood at his desk, looking smug. He had long ago learned minor languages like Spanish from a foreign teacher. A few casual sentences would be enough to leave Song Yichuan humiliated.

Since you dared expose my gossip, I'll make things difficult for you in every way. So what?

His desire for revenge was just that strong!

Song Yichuan closed his textbook and narrowed his eyes. "This student, you may ask questions, but you need to raise your hand first. Otherwise, you're disrespecting the teacher and wasting everyone's time."

"I knew a poor guy like you wouldn't be able to afford learning a minor language."

Yan Siming curled his lip, thinking he had finally regained the upper hand. He was about to sit down triumphantly when the Gossip King on the podium slowly opened his mouth.

"First, minor languages aren't exclusive to rich people."

"Second, your grammar is wrong. It should be—"

Before Yan Siming's butt even touched his seat, he sprang back up in pain.

"Impossible! My family's tutor is a real Spaniard. How could he teach the grammar wrong?"

Song Yichuan smiled faintly. "Can someone look it up on Baidu right now and see whether my grammar is correct, or whether Yan Siming's tutor taught him correctly?"

You little fool, do you really think your foreign teacher was hired by your big brother Yan Tiancheng?

He had long suspected that he wasn't truly part of the Yan Family and was terrified someone would steal his inheritance, so he had been deliberately sabotaging things all along.

He was the one who bribed the foreign teacher to teach you nonsense. He was also the one who drove a wedge between you and your real brother. Spoiling you, indulging you, and setting you up to fail—those were all him too.

And you're still pathetically acknowledging a thief as your brother!

Yan Siming's face turned white in an instant. He muttered, "Impossible. That's absolutely impossible!"

"Teacher, your grammar is correct. Yan Siming's grammar is wrong."

Xiao Xuewei stood up and righteously waved his phone.

Song Yichuan looked up and nodded. "Phones aren't allowed during class. Hand it over now."

Xiao Xuewei froze on the spot.

Damn, does this count as entrapment?

"Action!"

Outside the set, Director Wang excitedly shouted, "Excellent! This is exactly the effect I wanted!"

"Special Department staff need to be proficient in everything, just like eighteen martial arts!"

"Xiaochuan, your Spanish just now was really smooth. I'll arrange another scene for you next."

Song Yichuan waved him off. "No need. I only know that one sentence. I picked it up when I was covering international news back then. It's enough to bluff kids, but when it comes to the real thing, I fall apart easily!"

The gossip squad was speechless.

How did this guy manage to show off with such a straight face?

We almost got fooled!

The dismissal bell rang. In the international school's restroom—the gathering place for conversations—Yan Siming hid in the last stall, hesitating over whether to message his eldest brother. Suddenly, voices from people entering the restroom caught his attention. "You're serious?"

"The Harbin boss got his shirt swept up. I really couldn't hold it in anymore—it had to be real!"

"They even pulled down his pants and spanked him!"

"Oh my, who would've thought? Who would've thought that someone like that could still be a boss?"

"And his big brother has been playing that whole praise-to-destruction game with him. He didn't see it at all and still happily followed behind the guy."

"Tch, isn't that basically a palace intrigue drama?"

"Ah, this gossip is delicious."

Yan Siming, hidden in the stall, was so furious that he clenched his fists. He wanted to rush out and teach them a lesson, but when he pushed open the door, there was no sign of the gossipers.

Just then, Wang Quanfu waddled into the restroom. Yan Siming immediately rushed over. "Did you see who was talking bad about me?"

"No."

A cold look flashed across Wang Quanfu's chubby face. "How could a useless loser like me possibly see you?"

The sentence nearly choked Yan Siming into passing out. After recovering, he gritted his teeth and asked, "Even you're going to throw a tantrum at me?"

"Do you still consider me your boss?"

Wang Quanfu sniffed. "A pig teammate like me isn't worthy of being your underling!"

"Fine, fine. Don't regret this."

Yan Siming left behind that threat and ran out of the restroom, only to collide headfirst with someone at the door.

His eyes were red. After raising his head to see who it was, he immediately stubbornly wiped at the corner of his eye. "Move."

"A good dog doesn't block the road!"

Yan Jinyu raised an eyebrow. "Stealing someone else's line isn't a good habit."

"Y-you dared to call me a dog?"

Yan Siming's eyes widened.

Yan Jinyu curled his lips. "Not only do I have a cold, I also like getting physical. Want to experience your brother's slap?"

Yan Siming was shocked for a hundred years!