Chapter 323: An Sheng, Wake Up! You

“Those three are Yingyu teachers; before becoming teachers, they worked in medicine, finance, and law. The other three are graduates of the Yingguan Academy, hired as playmates who also teach Western nobles proper etiquette.”

“As for the horseback riding instructor, it may not be necessary for Master Fuli—we’re currently searching for a suitable racing coach for you.”

After introducing the mattress to Master Fuli, Lin Bingyun casually mentioned the qualifications of those foreign teachers.

In Xia Country, Yingyu instruction focuses primarily on enabling students to read documents; everyday spoken usage sounds very odd, and different industries have their own specialized terminology. Many of these terms lack roots, and new ones are added every year.

Without hiring industry experts or looking up meanings online, ordinary people simply cannot understand them.

Yingyu word choice carries caste segregation—or you might call it class-specific language; one can discern social class just by how someone speaks.

The overseas Lin clan’s main businesses are medicine, law firms, shipping, and finance; thus, it’s normal for Master Fuli, heir to Lin Ying, to learn these.

The Young Lady used to have to learn them too. But now, for Master Fuli, it’s no longer mandatory, making those foreign teachers seem utterly out of place.

“Hello.”

The foreign teachers, faces flushed with embarrassment, greeted Master Fuli.

“Oh, so these are my private tutors?” An Sheng’s expression cleared with sudden understanding—then his face darkened. “Quick! I have a condition where I faint upon seeing teachers—throw them out!”

I just escaped from my Ideological and Political Education teacher, and now you’ve assigned me half a dozen strange tutors?

I don’t even watch movies in Yingyu, and now you’re giving me finance, medicine, and law Yingyu classes?

I’m a Class-Two Protected Animal of Xia Country—is learning Yingyu even reasonable?

The foreign teachers: “.”

“Um… we understand Xia language.”

……………

Master Fuli, allergic to teachers, washed up, hugged his flowerpot, and ran off.

He didn’t notice two barely visible tendrils emerging from the soil of the pot, swaying gently.

“Huh? Where’s that fox?”

Back at the school gate, An Sheng parked Yuyi Qing’s electric scooter in the bike shed, pretending to be an ordinary fox as he pushed his flowerpot toward the girls’ dormitory to sleep.

But the dorm supervisor, seeing An Sheng approach, immediately blocked his path, frowning as she tried to shoo away the wild animal attempting to enter the dorm.

“Ying?”

An Sheng gave her a puzzled look, staring at the woman who seemed to be the dorm supervisor.

“Even ‘ying’ won’t do,” the woman declared firmly.

An Sheng glanced at the supervisor’s office—inside, it looked like she was cooking noodles. He thought for a moment, then slipped past her, scaling the walls with ease to cut the dorm’s main power switch.

“Ying.”

An Sheng landed on the ground, tilted his head up, and asked the supervisor.

“???”

The dorm supervisor slowly blinked out a question mark.

Seeing the supervisor still blocking his way, An Sheng thought again and sprinted toward the equipment room.

The supervisor’s eyes widened; she rushed after him—but An Sheng slipped through the ventilation duct, pulled out a small stool, and began yanking the dorm’s power switches—or, with a foot motion like a DJ, twisting the water valves in the dorm building.

“Aaaah! Why’s the power out?! My last game of hide-and-seek was about to win—!”

“Holy shit! I’m burned! Auntie, the water pressure’s unstable—how am I supposed to wash my hair—!”

It was 5:30 a.m. Nongke Academy students had very early classes; some were already waking up to wash up or play games.

As An Sheng flipped switches or turned valves, students throughout the building screamed in protest, shouting for help from the supervisor.

The dorm supervisor stood outside the equipment room, facing off against Master Fuli through the window.

The moment the supervisor took a step, Master Fuli inside yanked the power switches up and down.

Upstairs, another wave of shrieks erupted.

The supervisor froze. Master Fuli stopped pulling.

The supervisor fell silent for a moment, as if realizing something, then turned and walked back to her office, turned on her own power switch, and resumed cooking breakfast.

An Sheng emerged from the equipment room, greeted the supervisor with a nod, placed both tiny paws on his flowerpot, and pushed it forward to the elevator designated for equipment transport, pressing the button to go up.

An Sheng pushed his flowerpot to Yu Qing’s door, slipped through the gap in the window, and, under Tang You’s bewildered stare, opened the dorm room door, placed his flowerpot beside the summer project pots belonging to Yu Qing and the others.

Tang You: “.”

Never mind anything else—his imitation skills are impressive. He saw us carrying our summer project pots back yesterday.

Now the little fox brings back a summer project pot too.

“Is this theft? Did you steal it from another dorm?” Tang You remarked sarcastically.

“Ying ying!” The little fox shook his head, trotted over to the washbasin, and began washing his paws.

“Huh? Why’d you bring that thing too?” Hearing Tang You’s voice, Yuyi Qing rubbed her messy hair and looked into the dimly lit dorm room—her eyes immediately locked onto the tea tree, standing upright where it had once grown in Yu Qing’s garden.

Yuyi Qing’s expression turned to shock, her face full of question marks.

“The little fox must’ve gone to pick up a package last night,” Tang You remarked to Yuyi Qing.

Yuyi Qing: “.”

Under the watchful eyes of Yuyi Qing and Tang You, the little fox used his front paws to scramble up the wooden stairs, his hind feet stepping firmly on each step, leaping in three bounds into Yu Qing’s blanket, rolling over, and flopping down right in front of her, ready to sleep.

“Mmm? Back from your midnight snack?”

“Didn’t eat shit or your little buddies, did you?” Yu Qing felt something strange in front of her, stirred slightly, and reached out to hug the little fox, mumbling sleepily.

“Ying!”

“Good. Give me a kiss.”

Receiving a clear answer, Yu Qing nuzzled the little fox’s cheek and drifted back to sleep.

Tang You: “.”

Yu Qing, what the hell have you been teaching your little fox?!

The little fox is truly about to become a spirit.

………………

Time gradually approached 9:30 a.m.

While tending to her summer project and observing her precious tea tree, Yu Qing’s phone vibrated—a bank transfer notification: the Yinfu platform had paid her last month’s livestream tips and salary.

Seeing the Mianqiang six-digit amount, after subtracting her original savings and the money she owed Yuyi Qing, she calculated she’d received nearly thirty thousand yuan.

“Mmm, An Sheng’s indenture payment has arrived.”

Yu Qing’s eyes lit up. She immediately dropped her watering can, rushed back inside, climbed onto the bed, and shook the little fox—who had clearly stolen chickens last night and now slept like a dead pig.

“An Sheng! An Sheng! Your indenture payment’s here! After deducting the cost of new equipment, you’ll still get nearly ten thousand yuan in salary. Want a wife? I’ll go to Fox Kingdom and find you a match?”

“Let you enjoy yourself too.”

“Zzzzz….” Asleep, An Sheng heard someone babbling beside him. He humanely slid deeper into the blanket, pulled it over his head, then raised both paws to cover his ears.

“Ying ying ying!”

“Yu Qing, what did the little fox say?”

“. He cursed pretty badly. Said you’re disturbing Master Fuli’s morning beauty sleep—don’t you know he just fell asleep?”

Yu Qing scratched her head in confusion. What had her little fox been doing last night that he slept like a corpse?

(End of Chapter)