Chapter 951
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The next day, at the crack of dawn, they were woken up by the loudspeaker in the courtyard.
Song Yi: "Yaoyao, Xin Rou, are you awake?"
"Hu —"
Tang Xinrou suddenly sat up on the bed, rubbed her eyes, and looked around in a daze.
Who am I? Where am I? What am I going to do?
"Get up quickly, or you'll miss breakfast."
"Oh … okay."
Tang Xinrou tilted her head and knocked on her head, trying to get rid of the confusion in her mind.
She squinted and began to fumble with her clothes.
When he put on his clothes and crawled out of bed like a wandering soul, he suddenly discovered —
"Where's Yaoyao?!"
Why was the blanket beside her empty?
Song Yi had just gone downstairs when she bumped into Song Yaoyao, who was running back.
She was dumbfounded. "Yaoyao, you're up so early?"
Song Yaoyao smiled shyly. "I can't sleep, so I just got up to exercise."
"I really envy you young people. You're so energetic every day." Song Yi sighed.
"Morning."
The magnetic and pleasant voice of a young man sounded from behind. Song Yi's eyes lit up when she heard the voice. She greeted him warmly, "Morning."
At this time, the others also got up one after another and came down from upstairs.
Tang Xinrou walked over in a daze and leaned against Song Yaoyao.
She was taller than Song Yaoyao by a head. Standing beside Song Yaoyao, she really couldn't make people think of her as a little bird.
"Baby, when did you get up? Isn't it too early? "
She slept late last night and didn't get enough sleep.
"Five o 'clock."
"Five o 'clock? I admit defeat! "
Tang Xinrou knocked her head and hugged Song Yaoyao coquettishly. "I'm so sleepy ~"
"Even pigs are more diligent than you."
"What are you playing —" Tang Xinrou glared daggers at him. "Colorful fart."
Luo Xingguang pointed at the camera. "Pay attention, they're filming."
"Hmph!"
Tang Xinrou nudged Song Yaoyao. "I won't stoop to someone's level."
"Good morning."
Pan Shiyu was the last one to come down. He stood at the top of the stairs and looked at the youthful, beautiful, and childish faces below. He instantly had a thought: Am I taking care of a kindergarten?
And the people below were like children crying piteously for food.
"Pfff …"
Song Yi said, "Teacher Pan, then I might be a kindergarten repeater, and I might even be a stubborn one."
Dong Wen wanted to laugh but didn't dare to.
Pan Shiyu said, "What are you talking about? Compared to me, you're just a child."
He walked to the kitchen. "Come, please order. What would you like for breakfast?"
Song Yaoyao was the first to raise her hand. "Strawberry cake!!"
Yesterday, Pan Shiyu had also made a small cake to welcome her, but Song Yaoyao hadn't had enough of it.
"Cough …"
Pan Shiyu couldn't help laughing. "Yaoyao, you really like sweets, but you still have to eat something healthy in the morning."
Song Yaoyao's expression visibly wilted.
"I'll make it for you in the afternoon for afternoon tea."
With this, Song Yaoyao was instantly revived.
"Thank you, Teacher Pan!!"
After getting along with Pan Shiyu last night and today, everyone dared to joke with him.
Hearing this, they immediately pretended to be unconvinced. "Teacher Pan is biased!"
"The guests haven't ordered yet!"
Pan Shiyu: "You can just listen to the guests. You were guests yesterday, so you have to work today. "
Everyone: "…"
At the end of breakfast, they had pancakes and a small bowl of porridge with the dried radish that Pan Shiyu had developed himself.
Through the huge glass window, she looked at the autumn rain outside. The sound of the rain hitting the ground was exceptionally pleasant to the ears.
(End of chapter)
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