Lord Yan, The Little Ancestor Has Fallen Off The Horse Again!
Chapter 47 Worshiping the Boss

Chapter 47: Chapter 47 Worshiping the Boss

Shen Xuan was hunched over her test paper, the corners of her lip curved into an attractive arc as she pulled out a hairclip from her drawer. "I bought this for you on purpose when I was shopping at the specialty store the other day, I’m giving it to you."

The short-haired girl’s eyes lit up as she accepted the gift with a feigned gratitude.

Her smile deepened, finding that hanging around Shen Xuan always came with unattainable benefits.

Once she entered the circle in Beijing, maybe she could even bring her along, allowing her access to those people. The mere thought excited her.

During the second period, Gu Yue was looking for his book when he noticed his candy was gone, and saw an extra ten yuan bill inside his desk drawer.

His face darkened as he turned to look at Yun Yue.

He couldn’t think of a second person in class seven bold enough to steal his candy!

Yang Xing was immersed in joy, but the sudden chill in the air next to him made him turn and ask, "Young Master Gu, what’s wrong?"

He noticed the ten yuan note in his hand, and saw that the candy usually placed in the drawer was missing.

"Young Master Gu, someone stole your candy? And this thief has got such taste?"

Yang Xing couldn’t help but laugh at the thief’s audacity; it was the most refined thief he had ever encountered.

The candy had been bought by Young Master Gu yesterday; he had eaten two, leaving eight left, one yuan apiece.

"Young Master Gu, you aren’t at a loss, you actually earned two yuan." He stifled a laugh, "Consider it a delivery fee."

Gu Yue’s face turned even darker. Did he look like someone who needed those two yuan?

Who was being looked down upon here?!

Yun Yue regarded him with indifference, her posture open and guiltless.

Gu Yue couldn’t discern anything.

Gu Yue held his breath.

Yun Yue withdrew her gaze.

She was at a loss with those extra two yuan.

At noon, they had a half-day off.

All the students from class seven took the coach bus from Yang Xing’s family company to the Shangyun Hotel.

Class seven was already aware of Yang Xing’s wealthy background, but they still couldn’t help marveling at what they saw, which was merely the tip of the iceberg.

Yang Xing had booked a super large private room large enough to accommodate the whole class.

"Come on, cheers! Let’s celebrate our class seven’s two-year anniversary, and finally beating class one on the bulletin board!" Yang Xing uplifted a cup filled with beverage, his tough face brimming with smiles, even his hair seemed softer.

His most glorious moment as the art committee member!

"Even though we don’t know who the artist is, we still need to toast to them! Toast to the boss!"

"Toast to the boss!"

The students of class seven echoed with laughter, louder than they ever were during the morning reading.

Yun Yue leaned back lazily in her chair, her lips curled up as she watched the boys and girls.

Spirited and vibrant.

Such vigor surpassed those bookish types from class one.

She raised her glass slightly, joining in their celebration.

Her classmates didn’t find anything amiss; having these two heavyweights, her and Gu Yue, show up was already an honor.

Gu Yue sat across from her, his face expressionless but carrying a hint of hostility.

He was the last to leave after last night’s study period, and the candy had still been there.

By this morning, it had disappeared, evidently missing since last night.

The blackboard drawing had also appeared last night, likely the work of the same person.

The blackboard work put Shen Xuan’s efforts miles behind. Could she really produce such high-caliber art?

Impossible.

Absolutely impossible.

Perhaps he was overthinking it.

Yang Xing, holding chopsticks, declared, "Let’s eat, don’t worry about the cost, no one needs to save money on my account!"

"Then we won’t hold back."

The classmates began to eat, conversing and laughing, the atmosphere buzzing.

After the meal, they formed teams to play games.

"Yun Yue, do you play? Let’s team up together," Zhang Ziyue sat next to her with her phone, the game Demon Path lighting up the screen, completely transformed when it came to games.

Yang Xing and the classmates looked on expectantly, curious about her rank.

Someone like her must be really good at games.

She seldom spoke, and though she was like a high-altitude flower, cold and proud, her stunning looks made her like the Evil Concubine from the novels, disastrous for the nation.

They just couldn’t help but want to take a few more glances at her because she was better looking and more appealing than Shen Xuan.

"Let’s play." She said nonchalantly, pulling out her heavy phone and entering the game’s interface.

"What’s your ID? We’ll add you." Zhang Ziyue opened the friend interface, ready to search for her ID.

"Just a capital Y," she said softly.

The classmates were ready to search, their hands poised to type, when they paused.

Yang Xing was stunned for a few seconds, looking at her in astonishment as his phone smashed onto his foot, the pain making him grimace.

"What did you just say? I didn’t hear you clearly."

Y is the supreme tycoon of the game, a national hero never surpassed by anyone, a legend in the gaming world.

Had she misspoken, or had they misheard?

Yun Yue gently rubbed her fingertips, her long eyelashes fluttering. "A capital Y."

Silence fell in the private room.

Yun Yue sat calmly on her chair, her leg crossed, waiting for them to react.

Yang Xing immediately picked up his phone to search for Y, then looked up at her. "My ID is Xingfeng Zuo Lang. Accept me."

The others didn’t move, staring at Yang Xing’s phone. Surely it wasn’t the same ID?

There must be a duplicate name.

"I’ve accepted. If anyone else wants to add me, hurry up."

These fools always liked to make a big fuss over nothing.

Yang Xing clicked into her homepage, the ID read Y, with all heroes and all skins, a row of national ranks on the hero column page.

"Holy shit!"

"Is, is she really the number one tycoon?"

"The unbeatable number one, is the legend of Demon Path really a girl?!"

"Not only that, she’s also our classmate!"

Class Seven looked at each other.

"Boss, we bow down to you, please carry us!"

"I’m going insane! I’ll cling to these coattails for life!"

"Ah! Me too!"

Suddenly, they all crowded around Yun Yue, practically ready to lift her up and worship her.

The students behind Yang Xing knelt at Yun Yue’s feet, begging to be carried, as he gritted his teeth. "The shamelessness!"

One of the boys looked at him seriously. "I don’t know what face is, I just know my spine is so soft I can’t stand up."

Yang Xing: "..."

He changed his tune in a second, worshiping, "Boss, please carry me."

He had no shame either.

Yun Yue looked at them with a slight look of disdain.

They had shown backbone when clashing with Class One, but now they had neither shame nor backbone.

Their integrity was scattered all over the floor!

She was starting to regret telling them her ID. "Just add me as a friend, and queue up one by one."

"We’ve already sent requests, just accept," the collective of Class Seven revealed their signature smiles, all eight shining teeth.

Yun Yue’s mouth twitched.

What a loving group.

Seeing how harmoniously they got along, even their laughs were exactly the same.

Following that, the students of Class Seven lined up to play games with Yun Yue, one at a time, with only four being able to play with her at once.

"Go, go, go... Boss, save me!"

"Cover me from the damage."

"Boss, you’re awesome!"

"I’m in love!"

...

Gu Yue wasn’t into gaming, and while hearing about Yun Yue’s impressive gaming skills didn’t impact him much at first, he could handle the lively atmosphere up to a point. But as they became more and more excited, even screaming, he slipped out.

This bunch was even crazier about gaming than he was about basketball.

...

"Let’s call it a day for now; we’ll play again when we have more time." Yun Yue put down her phone, opened a bottle of cola, and guzzled it down, her slender swan neck visible as she drank, her face both wild and proud, beautiful enough to make others envious.