After staying up in school until six o'clock in the evening, Song Yu finally finished writing eight questions. He had already got the answers to the last two questions, but getting the answers was one thing, and understanding them was another.
He still can't teach at all.
He originally wanted to resign directly, but because he signed a seven-day contract in the morning, if he resigned now, not only would he not be able to receive any points, he would also have to pay 100 points to the program team.
But if he comes again tomorrow, he will have to be humiliated for another day...
For a few moments, Song Yu wanted to curse himself for contracting an infectious disease or something, so that he could just lie on the bed openly.
As he was thinking wildly, a familiar big head suddenly appeared in front of him again.
It’s Damu!
The boy smiled happily and held a basket of fruits in his hand.
"Teacher Song! Here!"
Damu placed the basket and an envelope in front of him.
Song Yu frowned: "What is this? I can't accept your gift."
Song Yu: "You are still young, don't do these things."
Da Mu was stunned for a moment and touched his big head.
After reacting for a few seconds, he said: "You misunderstood, this fruit is not for you, it's just for you. I just hope that you can help me take it to my senior sister when you go back."
Song Yu was stunned: "Your senior? Who?"
Damu: "Just Ling Bingbing..."
A flash of light flashed in Song Yu's eyes——
Hmm?
Did Ling Bingbing graduate from a village primary school?
Then his fiancé from that village...
If you can find that man, can you do something with him?
"That's it... Okay, I'll deliver it for you, but your senior sister... doesn't seem to be from here, right?"
"Did she go to school here?"
Damu: "No, how could she go to school here?"
Song Yu:??
Song Yu: "Could that be your senior sister?"
Damu: "Our school is a chain. Although it may not necessarily be called this name, there are branches all over the country."
"In addition to Dahuang Mountain, I also have Dabei Mountain, Daxi Mountain, Daliang Mountain, and Dalu Mountain."
Song Yu: "..."
Omu: "And I will definitely be admitted to the university where my senior sister is in the future, so it's okay to call me senior sister. If I say senior sister, I will be a senior student for life."
Song Yu:@##￥%
Song Yu continued to ask without giving up: "Then do you know that your senior's child adoptive husband..."
Damu looked at him warily: "What are you doing?"
Song Yu: "I'm just... curious."
Damu was speechless: "If you are curious about what others do, you can't learn it yourself."
Damu: "If you have time to be curious about other people's affairs, why not go back and study hard, Uncle Song. You can't even tutor junior high school students."'
Song Yu:@##￥%…
Forget it, murder is illegal.
"Oh, by the way, the envelope is for you. Although you didn't explain any of the questions to us, it's hard work without credit. At least you stayed with us for a day and didn't disturb us."
"So...you still have to accept the reward!"
Song Yu: "This...this..."
Although he didn't want to, he still had to say: "This...I can't accept it..."
"I... deserve it..."
"Harm! Don't, you don't deserve it. The school doesn't pay you full attendance wages anyway."
Song Yu:???
Song Yu's expression instantly became extremely exciting. He opened the envelope with trembling hands and saw...
8 one-point point cards.
...
......
"I..."
Damu patted him on the shoulder: "How about it? Our school is very humane. Although you do nothing, we still give you the amount based on how many hours you have attended classes."
Song Yu:@##￥%……
——
With an extremely depressed mood, Song Yu walked back carrying the fruit basket.
This fruit basket is so big and very heavy.
But correspondingly, it wasn’t for nothing that Damu asked him to carry the goods. He gave him 2 points for shipping!
Damn kid!! He will make sure he looks good after recording the show!
It took him half an hour to finally carry the basket of things to his place of residence.
Seeing several houses with lights on in the distance, he couldn't help but feel a warm emotion in his heart.
There was never a time when he was looking forward to going home and seeing his wife more than at this time.
Presumably by this time, his wife had already prepared the meal and was waiting for him.
He...
Wrong!
Why is this brightly lit room not his home?
And...
Why can’t I smell the aroma of the food at all?
Song Yu was dumbfounded.
Did he go the wrong way?
Impossible...
He has a very good sense of direction. He almost never misses anything and doesn't even need navigation when driving.
"Did the director team reassign rooms this afternoon?"
After so many years, Xiao Chenchen will arrange everything even if he has a baby. He doesn't have to go home, but as long as he wants to go home, there will be food at home.
"No."
"What about my wife?" Song Yu was puzzled.
It was fine in the morning.
"Ms. Xiao? Ms. Xiao and Miss Ling went to the back mountain."
Song Yu: "Where to go?"
Song Yu suspected that he was hallucinating.
Program staff: "Back mountain, Miss Ling brought a set of night fishing equipment. The two of us should set up tents in the back mountain."
"Oh, by the way, Ms. Xiao asked me to tell you that today is the best friend's game, so please go to bed early and don't have to wait for her."
"In addition, this is 10 points. She has asked the program team. Although the program team does not sell snacks, if you really don't know how to cook, you can go to "Late Night Diner" at night."
Song Yu was stunned.
He understood everything the staff said, but why couldn't he understand them all together?
Even if Xiao Chenchen didn’t make dinner for him, he was actually planning to stay up all night???
No, is he crazy or Xiao Chenchen is crazy.
An inexplicable panic mixed with irritability has been rippling in Song Yu's chest.
It seems like something is getting out of his control.
This is something he is unwilling to do and will never allow it to happen.
"Where are they? Take me there."
He couldn't set this precedent for Xiao Chenchen. It took him so many years to train and train a highly educated woman into the ideal wife in his mind.
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"This...is not appropriate." The staff did not agree to him immediately.
Song Yu's back molars were sore, but he didn't dare to get angry in front of the camera. He could only bite his lip and said: "She is my wife and the mother of my child. It's not that I don't agree with him forming a girlfriend bureau."
, but it’s really too late at this point.”
"Besides, Chenchen is not in good health and cannot stay up late."\b
"If he doesn't get enough rest and sleep, who can be responsible for feeling uncomfortable?"
He looks like a good husband, and this trick is also the one he has used the most, and he is invincible.
"Oh, so you're worried about her not getting enough rest?"
"The main concern is that he doesn't get enough sleep, right?" the staff member asked again.
Song Yu:......
Is this the point?
[Dark Screaming] With a smile on his face, Song Yu said: "Yes... my wife must sleep for eight hours."
"Oh, that's it. What time does she usually go to bed?" the staff asked again.
Song Yu:??
Song Yu's brows were so deep that they could kill flies.
"Is this question...a bit too personal?"
【Yeah, I think so too.】
[That is, I am in charge of heaven and earth, and what time do couples go to bed?]
[Are the program crew crazy for wanting to be the Hao family’s licking dogs? Questions like this can be asked.]
[Am I the only one who thinks girls shouldn’t stay up all night?]
【Me too...】
[It’s not like going to a nightclub, why can’t you stay up all night? Even if you are going to a nightclub, this is personal freedom, right?]
[Identification completed, the girl upstairs is definitely a scumbag.]
[Laughing to death, I don’t need you to judge whether I am a scumbag or not]
Seeing the hype in the live broadcast room, Qin Di leisurely put down the big tea vat and picked up a speaker.
"Mr. Song, don't get me wrong, we are just curious. Mrs. Song gets up at around 4 o'clock every morning. What time does she have to go to bed at night to get eight hours of sleep?"
"It should be before 9 o'clock, right?"
"As far as I know, your master often has classes until 9:30, right?"
"So...who is it that doesn't let your wife sleep?"
"It's not me anyway, what do you think?" Qin Di smiled.
Before Song Yu could answer, Qin Di took the trumpet and sighed: "Maybe it's Miss Ling. Otherwise, you can go to Haojia to file a complaint."