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Chapter 940: Going On A Variety Show For Dessert
“T-Teacher Song...”
Dong Wen stuttered as he stared in shock at the young girl who seemed to have appeared out of thin air in front of him. He almost suspected that he was dreaming.
Song Yaoyao waved her hand. “Um... are you alright?”
She walked over to pull him up, but Dong Wen looked as if he was about to faint.
The shy youth in everyone’s eyes turned out to be the same as everyone else when it came to chasing celebrities.
Song Yi laughed out loud. “Hahahaha, I want to interview you. Wen, what are your feelings right now?”
“I, I...” ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ novelenglish.net . fire(.)nᴇt
Dong Wen’s handsome face was flushed red. He did not dare to look into Song Yaoyao’s eyes at all.
His eyes flickered and he got up uneasily. “I’m not dreaming, am I?” he asked foolishly.
“Pfff—”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtTang xinrou said, “Indeed, you can’t judge a person by his appearance.”
Who would have thought that the young and promising Dong Wen would be so silly and cute?
“Hello, I’m Song Yaoyao.”
“Hello!” Dong Wen took a long time to react. He suddenly bowed. “I’m Dong Wen!”
Song Yaoyao jumped in fright. She opened her small mouth in a daze, looking completely confused.
“Ahem... Wen, it’s about time.” Song Yi pulled him back and smiled.
Dong Wen scratched his head. “Did I scare you? Teacher Song, I went to listen to your online class before. Your lectures were especially good and helped me a lot. Teacher Song, will you teach online classes again in the future?”
Song Yaoyao: “Huh?”
“By the way, I brought homework with me when I came. There are some questions that I can’t figure out. Can I ask you?”
Song Yaoyao: “No.”
She touched her wrist and looked at Dong Wen seriously, shaking her head in rejection.
“Ah... this...”
Her serious look made Song Yi feel a little lost. Could it be that Song Yaoyao was difficult to get along with? It didn’t seem like it.
Dong Wen was also stunned on the spot.
Only Tang Xinrou looked like she was watching a good show and was extremely calm.
“Unless you can get Mr. Pan to make dessert for me to eat.”
As expected...
In the next second, Song Yao’s eyes curved and she tilted her head as she made a request playfully.
The frozen atmosphere was instantly broken.
Dong Wen immediately nodded. “No problem!”
As Song Yaoyao’s fan, he naturally knew that Song Yaoyao loved desserts.
“Speaking of which...”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmDong Wen was suspicious. “Teacher Song, could it be that you made an exception to go on variety show because of Mr. Pan’s craftsmanship?”
Song Yaoyao scowled. “How is that possible? I’m not that kind of person.”
With that said, she went to look around with her hands behind her back.
The three of them were left in the living room, looking at each other in dismay.
They thought to themselves,?aren’t you that kind of person?
Back then, for a piece of strawberry cake, she even begged Mr. Huo shamelessly. Even now, the recording was kept in most people’s cloud storage!
...
This was a two-story house. The walls downstairs had been changed into large pieces of glass, and part of it was divided into a dining area and a bar.
Upstairs was where the staff stayed.
Because they had received a last-minute notice from the program team that a new guest’s flight was late, and that they would arrive later, Song Yaoyao and Tang Xinrou were able to get an interview in advance.
Actually, they were simply following the usual process and recording some material along the way.
Tang Xinrou went in first, and Song Yaoyao was second.
In the room, Pan Shiyu, who was still wearing an apron, sat cross-legged in front of the low table, looking amiable.
He reached out his hand. “Come, sit.”
Song Yaoyao did not treat him as a stranger and sat cross-legged. She looked at Pan Shiyu, her eyes sparkling. “Mr. Pan, I’m your fan! I’m so happy to see you!
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