The Young Matriarch

Chapter 320: Chapter 320: Chuwei, Can You Help Me Get My Pajamas?
 

Tong Qingyan suppressed her excitement and logged onto Salted Fish Video.

As the pampered heroine in the story, Tong Qingyan had sailed through eighteen years of smooth sailing. If she ever cried, there would be plenty of people rushing to comfort her, and she thought this teacher would be no exception.

The moment Tong Qingyan clicked into the “Everyone Must Go to Imperial University” homepage, she couldn’t help but feel a twinge of envy.

Just a few days after starting, this Immortal Teacher had reached fifty million followers, a record for the entire Salted Fish Video!

Moreover, the gift section was flooded with new presents every few seconds, from flowers costing one RMB to a spaceship worth ten thousand Yuan.

The comment section grew by tens of thousands each day, with no shortage of rich second-generation kids!

[Seeking contact information for the Immortal Teacher, my dad was moved to tears and wants to send a luxury car to the teacher as a thank-you gift.]

[The guy above is dreaming, is a luxury car enough? My dad was so moved he wants to send the Immortal Teacher a villa.]

[Stop arguing!! The Immortal Teacher has posted an announcement!]

There was a picture in the announcement section, made by Xue Qiu, quite simple.

It was just a… timetable!

With over half a month until the college entrance exam, there were two hours of live broadcasts each night with a half-hour break, covering six subjects from math and English to arts and science comprehensive courses!

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Seeing that timetable, Tong Qingyan’s vision darkened, and her face turned pale.

All… all-around talent?

She had just claimed she might understand the exam topics better than this Immortal Teacher, and then, without a word, he released a timetable for all subjects, silently telling her he didn’t need her “help”!

Tong Qingyan shivered, hardly daring to imagine the consequences if she failed to fulfill the betting agreement…

[This is what a real Time Management Master looks like!]

[I really want to know the exact age of this Immortal Teacher. To master so many subjects, how many years does it take? Give me a hundred years, and I couldn’t finish learning them all. I suspect the Immortal Teacher is a seventy or eighty-year-old grandpa.]

[Did anyone notice… there’s no Chinese language.]

[Right, there really isn’t Chinese!]

…

Students quickly noticed that Chinese language was missing from the timetable.

There really was no Chinese!

Bai Chuwei truly didn’t want to force herself to teach these students poetry appreciation and classic literature interpretation.

Because… later generations really think too much.

Tong Qingyan also quickly realized this, hastily wiping away her tears to start making Chinese videos.

Recently, “Records of the Mountain Moon” had revealed two new chapters; she could analyze the story and create several college entrance exam Chinese videos.

If this Immortal Teacher didn’t want to help her, could she not save herself?

In just a few days, Tong Qingyan found that her followers completely vanished, all flocking to the Immortal Teacher’s live streams to zealously heap praise.

At night, the majority of the live stream traffic was concentrated on the Immortal Teacher’s channel! Many broadcasters reluctantly chose other times to stream, but Tong Qingyan couldn’t pick another time! Wasn’t it known that Tong Qingyan, Salted Fish Video Learning Zone’s top streamer, was a student readying for the college entrance exams? The daytime was her revision period; if she made videos and streamed live then, her persona would collapse.

With no choice, she bravely went live late at night, but hardly anyone was in the chatroom!

The only time the audience ever swelled was during that half-hour break the Immortal Teacher took.

During this half-hour break, Bai Chuwei would daily climb up to Duan Feihan’s window.

Bai Chuwei was a bit puzzled. Why was it that every time she went to Duan Feihan’s, he was showering? She could always hear the sound of rushing water.

Today, as soon as she arrived at Duan Feihan’s bedroom, Duan Feihan was, indeed, taking a shower.

“Chuwei, could you help me grab my pajamas? I forgot,” he said.