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Chapter 938

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On the variety show for dessert.

"Song, Teacher Song!"

Dong Wen stuttered as he stared in shock at the young girl who seemed to have appeared out of thin air. He even suspected that he was dreaming.

Song Yaoyao waved her hand. "Um … are you okay?"

She walked over to pull him up, but Dong Wen looked like he was about to faint.

The shy young man in everyone's eyes turned out to be the same as everyone else when it came to chasing after celebrities.

Song Yi laughed. "Hahahaha, I want to interview you. How are you feeling right now, Xiao Wen?"

"I, I …"

Dong Wen's handsome face was red, and he didn't dare to look at Song Yaoyao's eyes.

His eyes flickered as he got up uncomfortably and stupidly asked, "I'm not dreaming, am I?"

"Pfff —"

Tang Xinrou said, "Indeed, you can't judge a book by its cover."

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 bowed. "I am Dong Wen!"

Song Yaoyao was shocked. She opened her mouth blankly, looking like a muggle.

"Ahem … Xiao Wen, that's enough." Song Yi tugged at him and smiled.

Dong Wen scratched his head. "Did I scare you? Teacher Song, when you were teaching online previously, I also went to listen. You spoke very well and helped me a lot. Teacher Song, will you still be teaching online classes in the future? "

Song Yaoyao: "Huh?"

"By the way, I brought my homework with me when I came here. There are some questions that I don't understand. Can I ask you?"

Song Yaoyao: "No."

She touched her wrist and looked at Dong Wen seriously. She shook her head and refused.

"Ah … this …"

Her serious expression made Song Yi a little confused. Was Song Yaoyao difficult to get along with? It didn't look like it.

Dong Wen was also stunned.

Only Tang Xinrou was extremely calm, as if she was watching a good show.

"Unless you can get Teacher Pan to make dessert for me."

As expected — —

In the next second, Song Yaoyao's eyes curved as she tilted her head and playfully made her request.

The frozen atmosphere was instantly broken.

Dong Wen immediately nodded. "No problem!"

As a fan of Song Yaoyao, he knew that Song Yaoyao loved desserts.

"Speaking of which …"

Dong Wen was suspicious. "Teacher Song, don't tell me you've made an exception for the variety show because of Teacher Pan's cooking?"

Song Yaoyao pulled a long face. "How is that possible? I'm not that kind of person. "

With that, she clasped her hands behind her back and went to take a look.

The three of them were left looking at each other in the living room.

He thought, "Aren't you that kind of person?"

The recording of you begging Mr. Huo for a slice of strawberry cake is still on most people's internet drives!



This was a two-story bungalow. The walls downstairs had been replaced with large pieces of glass, and part of it was divided into a dining area and a bar counter.

Upstairs was the staff's accommodation.

Because the production team had informed them at the last minute that the new guest's flight had been delayed, they might be late.

As a result, Song Yaoyao and Tang Xinrou were able to have their interviews ahead of time.

Actually, they were just going through the process and recording some material while they were at it.

Tang Xinrou went in first, followed by Song Yaoyao.

In the room, Pan Shiyu, who was still wearing an apron, sat cross-legged at a low table and looked amiable.

He stretched out his hand. "Come, sit."

Song Yaoyao sat down cross-legged and looked at Pan Shiyu with sparkling eyes. "Teacher Pan, I'm your fan! I'm so happy to see you! "

(End of chapter)

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