Lord Yan, The Little Ancestor Has Fallen Off The Horse Again!
Chapter 75 Do You Have That Much Money?

Chapter 75: Chapter 75 Do You Have That Much Money?

He forced a smile as he stepped up to the podium, looking at Yun Yue with mixed feelings, "Yun Yue did indeed give a good explanation. Let’s all applaud."

Class Seven watched their physics teacher, who was grinning through gritted teeth, and clapped vigorously, barely holding back their laughter.

Big boss is so cool!

So those top students from TV are actually real!

In just one class, she practically snatched the teacher’s job.

Not even TV dramas are this over the top.

"Next time you should just sleep, the teacher still needs this job to support his family," the physics teacher said tearfully to Yun Yue.

He decided never to call on her to answer questions again.

In this class, he experienced what it feels like to despair in a teaching career.

The feeling of students outshining the teacher.

The feeling of being unemployed.

Was he such a failure as a physics teacher to be outdone by a student?

"Actually, teacher, you really teach very well, truly," Yun Yue said with a straight face, her delicate, palm-sized face sincere.

She was telling the truth.

Except she had pointed out a flaw.

The physics teacher left Class Seven clutching his teaching materials, walking a bit faster than usual, as if he was fleeing the scene.

"Damn, big boss, how can you be so awesome!"

"You didn’t see the look on the physics teacher’s face just now, I think he’s worried about keeping his job."

"From now on you should just teach us physics, I understood the problems immediately when you explained them."

Yun Yue returned to her seat and crossed her legs with a boss-like posture, curling her lip into a smile, "Wishful thinking, I was just bored and got carried away."

Class Seven: "..."

Consider their feelings for once.

The cogs in their heads never stopped turning during physics class, and there she was, able to get up and dismantle the physics teacher’s platform while being bored.

"Old Xiao, I can’t teach Class Seven anymore!" The physics teacher, Deng Yongbing, stormed into the office utterly frustrated and drank a big bottle of water to calm down considerably.

"What happened?" Xiao Ye looked at him, puzzled and a little alarmed. Was Class Seven causing trouble again?

But that couldn’t be it; he had never seen him so agitated before.

His reaction drew the attention of everyone in the office, all wondering the same as Xiao Ye.

"Yun Yue, she was bored during class and raised her hand to answer a question," Deng Yongbing said, still struggling to catch his breath.

"That’s good, isn’t it?" Xiao Ye smiled. She usually didn’t pay attention in class, so raising her hand to answer a question should be good news, right?

"Good?" Deng Yongbing took another gulp of water, as if he was drinking fiery liquor at fifty proof, smirking with self-mockery, "If you experience it yourself, you’ll understand what true despair in a teaching career means."

Xiao Ye: "..."

Wasn’t that an overreaction? Getting so angry over a student answering questions wasn’t really justified, even if the answer was wrong.

"Your next class is coming up, you’ll understand once you experience it yourself," Deng Yongbing said with a meaningful stare, a profound look on his face.

He wouldn’t say more; he wanted to leave them in suspense.

Let them feel it for themselves to understand.

Xiao Ye watched him with confusion and went to the classroom when the bell rang. The study atmosphere seemed good.

Yun Yue was still bored in this class.

After teaching half the class, he thought he understood why Deng Yongbing had been so livid.

No matter how positive his attitude was, he almost spat out blood in frustration.

Deng Yongbing had even made a special trip to Class Seven to sneak a peek and, upon seeing Yun Yue standing at the podium, he started to smile with self-satisfaction. He returned to the office leisurely to wait for Xiao Ye to finish teaching.

He had prepared some chrysanthemum tea to help cool any pent-up frustration.

When the bell signaling the end of class rang, Xiao Ye returned to the office with a dark expression.

"So, Old Xiao, how did it feel?" Deng Yongbing, looking very pleased with himself, cradled his glass tea cup, sipping the tea and said with a triumphant smile, "I brewed you some tea; it’s just the right temperature."

Xiao Ye walked to his spot, gulped down the tea in one go, even swallowing the tea leaves, and pressed his lips together without saying a word.

"Seeing you like this eases my mind. If we’re going to be out of a job, we might as well be out together. It’s better to have company."

Deng Yongbing was composed and at ease, feeling somewhat relieved at heart.

It looked like his role as the head teacher wasn’t all that great, and it didn’t win him any respect either.

"You two stop beating around the bush, what exactly happened? You both look so upset," the chemistry teacher ran over and examined them.

"Experiencing how a student is better than the teacher is quite something. During just one lesson, I doubted my entire teaching career. I felt like Yun Yue was about to snatch my livelihood from me."

"She could spot a typo on the blackboard at a glance and could think of several methods to solve a single problem. She explained things better than I did. Those students from Class Seven completely disregarded me—I swear they’d rather have Yun Yue replace me as their teacher."

Deng Yongbing was both annoyed and happy, but who could understand such mixed feelings?

As teachers, they naturally hoped their students would excel, but not to the point of taking their jobs.

His whole family was relying on him to put food on the table.

The chemistry teacher closed his mouth and said no more; he might have begun to understand how they felt.

The idea of a teacher’s livelihood being stolen by a student would probably be laughably scandalous if it spread.

He remembered their words, vowing never to call on Yun Yue if she raised her hand. If she did, he would pretend to be blind and not see it.

Dinner time.

Yun Yue walked out of the First Middle School gate.

Last time Mo Fan drew too much attention with his striking appearance—this time she didn’t dare let him wait for her at the school gate, so she told him to wait on another street.

He was sitting inside his fancy sports car, "Big sis, when is Mo Fan coming back? I’m dying doing all this by myself."

Yun Yue with her slender wrist pulled open the door, swung her long legs over, and got into the car, saying nonchalantly, "She’ll be back in a few days. You’ll be able to take a break then."

"Thanks, big sis." Xiao Bai started driving the car.

"I just saw that eye-catching Volkswagen with the flashy license plate. Why would this car be parked outside your school?" Xiao Bai asked, looking at her.

He had investigated the recent gunfight in Lan City Suburb and found it was this particular car—its bulletproof capabilities were indeed impressive.

Yun Yue curved her lips into a smile, a playful glint in her eyes from beneath the brim of her hat, "He’s our school’s psychological counselor."

"Pretty impressive," Xiao Bai grinned. Anyone with such a license plate coming to First Middle School to be a psychological counselor was either sick or up to something.

"Who knows," she leaned back casually, her posture arrogant and her gaze flickering with an indeterminate light.

The car stopped in front of a bank, and the two of them got out at the same time.

She sauntered into the bank with a careless gait and then took a seat.

Xiao Bai went to look for the bank manager.

Approaching a female staff member, Xiao Bai’s pleasant face smiled as he said, "Excuse me, is your manager here? I need to do some business with him."

"Who are you?" The female staff member looked him up and down with increasing disdain.

Though he was handsome, he wasn’t dressed in brand-name clothes—in fact, they looked like cheap street market finds. And he wanted to meet with their manager?

Ridiculous.

If everyone wanted to meet their manager, he’d be run ragged.

Unperturbed, Xiao Bai was used to being judged by appearances; she was not the first nor would she be the last.

"It’s none of your business who I am. Just get your manager," he said.

The woman laughed derisively, a contemptuous look in her eyes, "Our manager only deals with transactions over ten million yuan. Do you have that kind of money?"

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