Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
The next day.
Huo Yao brought her father’s gift to the school and placed it on Meng Ying’s desk.
Meng Ying glanced at the box quizzically before she turned to look at Huo Yao. “What’s this?”
Huo Yao put her bag away and replied unhurriedly. “It’s a gift from my dad to your father for the brush painting he gave us.”
Meng Ying touched her nose and pulled the box closer before she opened it to see an old inkstone inside. Although she was not well-versed in antiques, she could tell that it probably did not come cheap.
Meng Ying closed the box and pushed it back to Huo Yao. She said solemnly, “You don’t have to give us a gift in return for the painting. Take it back.”
Huo Yao raised her brow and rapped her fingertips on the table gently. “If I take it back, it’s going into the trash. Are you sure you don’t want it?”
Meng Ying’s lips twitched. She had no choice but to accept the box when she noticed Huo Yao’s serious demeanor. She muttered with dissatisfaction evident in her tone. “You rich folks really throw your money around!”
Huo Yao laughed but didn’t refute her.
After Meng Ying put the box away, she recalled a matter and said softly, “Sister Big Shot, I need a tiny favor from you.”
Huo Yao looked sideways at her. “What is it?”
Meng Ying coughed and said, “My cousin is a huge fan of your brother. Her birthday is coming soon, but I don’t know what to give her. I was wondering if you could get an autographed photo from your brother.”
“When do you need it?” asked Huo Yao. She took her phone out and sent her fourth older brother a text message.
Meng Ying hurriedly replied. “It’s not urgent. You can give it to me anytime.”
Huo Xiang did not reply to the text message. Huo Yao put her phone away and said, “Sure.”
“Oh yes, do you have a Weibo account?” asked Meng Ying.
Huo Yao glanced at her. “Nope. I don’t know how to use it.”
Meng Ying patted her forehead. She had almost forgotten that her desk buddy was no different from a caveman and did not do much for recreation.
“Why don’t you create an account? After your appearance on the live stream program, a lot of fans really want to communicate with you,” said Meng Ying.
“I’ll pass.”
“If you create an account, I’m sure you will have hundreds of thousands of fans at the least. In any case, you will have more fans than Lu Xia,” said Meng Ying, leaning her chin into her hand.
Huo Yao looked at her ambiguously. “If you are too free, I still have two boxes of revision material at home.”
Meng Ying instantly shut up.
She was a monster.
She kept randomly threatening her with test papers.
*
Huo Yao received a call from Tong Yu at midday. He was on his way with the autographed picture.
She waited for him at the school entrance after lunch.
Tong Yu turned up a few minutes later.
“Did you wait for long?” Tong Yu handed a paper bag to Huo Yao.
“Nope. Thanks for swinging by,” replied Huo Yao as she bowed to Tong Yu politely without looking inside the paper bag.
Tong Yu scratched his head before he smiled and said, “You’re welcome. I happened to be coming this way.”
He stared at Huo Yao. She looked so cool even in this ordinary school uniform. No wonder so many brands came knocking on his door after they noticed Huo Yao’s appeal.
Huo Yao noticed the odd looks Tong Yu was casting in her direction, so she asked him quizzically. “Yes?”
Tong Yu gathered his thoughts and said sadly, “It’s such a pity that you and your brother don’t want to do the ad.”
