Mrs. Huo is a Crybaby

Chapter 942: Not Like A Girl

“Because there aren’t enough rooms and this is a three-person room, if another girl comes, we’ll have her stay in this room. Is that okay?”

“No problem.”

Song Yaoyao and Tang Xinrou were like breaths of fresh air.

Other guests would carry bags of all sizes and even suitcases. In contrast, the two of them were good. They each carried a backpack, and they came just like that.

Song Yi was stunned. “You... only have this much luggage?”

“That’s right. This is enough for three days.”

There was no need to change their outerwear, just what was inside.

Tang Xinrou took out her change of clothes and then took out a small bottle of skincare products.

Finally, she took out a few masks and asked Song Yaoyao, “Yaoyao, do you want one?”

Song Yao didn’t even raise her head and took out her computer. “No.”

Song Yi: “...”

Compared to Tang Xinrou, Song Yaoyao didn’t seem like a girl at all.

Other than a change of clothes, what else did she have in her backpack?

Computer, notebook, books...

Song Yi: “Yaoyao, don’t you need skincare products?”

Song Yaoyao: “I can do without them for two days. I’ll be fine.”

She waved her small hand and answered casually.

Tang Xinrou said, “Precious, I brought them. You can apply some. The weather here is quite dry.”

Song Yaoyao reluctantly agreed and went back to fiddling with her computer.

Outside the door, Dong Wen squatted at the staircase and poked his head out.

Song Yi walked over and patted him. “Are you a thief?”

Dong Wen said, “Sister Song Yi? is Teacher Song done packing?”

“Long ago...”

There were only a few pieces of clothing, and the rest were all books, notebooks, and computers.

Song Yi sighed. “Are all geniuses so hardworking? They really don’t leave any room for ordinary people to survive.”

Dong Wen said, “But ordinary people can also work hard.” He stood up, and Song Yi saw that he was actually carrying a 5/3 textbook in his arms!

The corners of Song Yi’s mouth twitched. “What are you going to do with this?”

“I’m going to ask Teacher Song a question,” Dong Wen said confidently.

Song Yi had always been a bad student since she was young. And, in the entertainment industry, she had been caught out by countless haters. So she simply replied, “I don’t deserve to play with you guys.”

Was this the world of a good student?

It was really hard to fit in!

Henceforth, that evening, the variety show turned into a learning show.

In the living room.

The kitchen was open. Pan Shiyu was waiting for the dough to ferment. He looked lovingly at the two children who were sitting on the sofa studying seriously.

One was explaining, and the other was listening.

Tang Xinrou lay on the sofa like a salted fish applying a facial mask and fell into a daze.

Song Yi floated to Pan Shiyu’s side like a ghost. “Mr. Pan, the dough seems to be almost ready. What flavor of cake are you making today?”

“Shhh...”

Pan Shiyu looked at the dough and asked Song Yi, “Do you feel it?”

“Feel what?”

Pan Shiyu said, “The smell of learning.”

Song Yi said, “Huh?”

“Go, bring me the book that I put on the bedside table. I want to learn.”

Song Yi was dumbfounded. “But aren’t you making a cake?”

What magical direction were they headed?

As expected, wherever there was Song Yaoyao, things did not follow convention.

She ran upstairs and grabbed the book for Pan Shiyu.

Then, she looked around helplessly.

Pan Shiyu was reading, Song Yaoyao was teaching, Dong Wen was studying, and the remaining Tang Xinrou...

Song Yi quietly walked to Tang Xinrou’s side and didn’t have time to speak before Song Yaoyao ordered without raising her head, “Tang Xinrou, bring your homework for me to check.”