Que Guanghuai... is a little hurt.
Seeing his pitiful state, Wu Yue discussed it with Yan Chiyu and gave him the largest one.
Que Guanghuai: "...Thank you."
But it's even more painful now.
The lunch break ended quickly, and everyone returned to school just in time.
The first class was taught by Teacher Tao. There weren't many new lessons for the senior students; most of them were about to start comprehensive review.
The students in the class had slightly weaker comprehension skills, so Teacher Tao would always spend a long time explaining a single problem. In order to make the students understand, Teacher Tao spared no effort in teaching them various problem-solving methods.
Perhaps seeing the students' desire to work hard, Lao Tao's lectures became more passionate than before.
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After class in the afternoon, Wu Yue went home for a meal and was then invited out by Yan Chiyu.
Standing at the gate waiting for a luxury car, Wu Yue pondered to herself as she faced the wind.
So why does she always agree to Yan Xiaoyu's invitations so readily?
Wu Yue hadn't finished writing the "53" practice book she'd been longing for, so she brought it out along with her.
When Yan Chiyu arrived, he saw a girl standing at the door writing a test paper.
She used her spiritual power to create a table, and her pen swept across the test paper with delicate yet cold strokes.
"You coward!" The boy got off the bus.
Under the moonlight, the girl's long hair cascaded over her shoulders, with a few soft, glossy black strands falling gently across her forehead and cheeks. Hearing the voice, her dark eyelashes fluttered slightly, and she slowly raised her head. Her small, fair face, no bigger than a palm, blinked, and her clear, bright eyes blinked. Her voice was light and languid, as if it would drift away on the wind, "You've come."
Wu Yue waved her hand slightly, putting away the exam paper. She walked briskly towards Yan Chiyu.
"You mentioned your friend on the phone, what's going on?"
"Solve his problem, and you'll get a reward of fifty million."
Yan Chiyu smiled faintly, "You're the first person I thought of for this business deal."
"Fifty million?"
Wu Yue raised an eyebrow.
The boy opened the car door for her, and Wu Yue bent down and got in.
"Your friend is extremely wealthy and powerful, and a sum of fifty million... is that a very difficult problem?"
After Yan Chiyu sat down in the back row, he replied, "Because of my relationship with him, it is inconvenient for me to take action."
Wu Yue nodded slightly: "Understood. What exactly is the situation?"
“He had been sleeping poorly and was mentally confused for a while. These past two days, he suddenly fell into a coma. I can’t get involved in his affairs, but Uncle Yu keeps contacting me… So, I’m afraid I can only trouble you with this.”
"Okay, let's go check it out."
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Ten minutes later, the two arrived in front of a villa where land was extremely valuable.
On the way here, Wu Yue learned from Yan Chiyu that his friend's name was Han Fei, the president of Haini Entertainment Company. Haini is one of the top two entertainment companies, and the Han family is involved in many industries, far beyond entertainment and culture.
Heine Company has produced several Best Actor and Best Actress winners, making it a highly sought-after company for many artists.
Unfortunately, her brother, Cheng Pingxi, is an artist under Haini's management.
For this reason alone, Wu Yue should take it seriously.
Uncle Yu, the Han family's butler, was already waiting at the door. As soon as he saw Yan Chiyu and his group appear, he immediately went to greet them, his demeanor neither humble nor arrogant, but filled with respect.
"Mr. Yan, this must be Miss Wu Yue? Hello, Miss Wu Yue."
"Hello."
Wu Yue smiled slightly and responded politely.
"Please follow me, both of you."
Uncle Yu led them upstairs, occasionally glancing over the wall. The servants in the large villa worked together efficiently and in an orderly fashion, showing no signs of chaos despite their master's collapse. It was unclear whether this was due to Han Fei's imposing presence or Uncle Yu's effective management.
Upon arriving at Han Fei's room, Yan Chiyu did not go in. Instead, he leaned against the railing in front of the corridor, exuding an air of noble indifference.
"Thank you, Mr. Yan." Uncle Yu, who looked to be about fifty years old, stared at Yan Chiyu and bowed deeply.
Yan Chiyu lowered his eyes slightly, gave a soft "hmm," and said nothing more.
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