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"Xiaoyan, did you go to room 8888 today?" Wu Yao looked at Mu Xiaoyan with an indescribably strange look on her face.

Mu Xiaoyan shook her hand in front of her to make her withdraw her expression, wondering why she had such an expression: "What's wrong?"

"Actually, it's not a big deal. I just heard that there was a rich man living in that room with a weird temper, because he fired several waiters from the hotel." Seeing Mu Xiaoyan's indifferent expression, Wu Yao shouldn't be offended. angry with that guest. "Looking at you, you should have escaped this disaster."

"Maybe. He was taking a shower when I went in so I didn't meet him." Hearing Wu Yao's exaggeration, Mu Xiaoyan put her hands on her chest and stroked gently.

Wu Yao sighed and said, "So...you didn't see what he looked like..."

Mu Xiaoyan didn't feel sorry at all, in her opinion, rich and eccentric people should be the ones who look sorry: "Yeah."

"Where are you going to go shopping today?" Wu Yao said lazily, carrying the schoolbag slung over Mu Xiaoyan's shoulders, putting her hands on Mu Xiaoyan's back.

Wu Yao is a little taller than Mu Xiaoyan, so Mu Xiaoyan could only raise her head slightly to talk to her, and she smiled at Wu Yao: "I get off work early today, so let's go to the milk tea shop for a while, and then I will I need to recite a few words."

In the milk tea shop, Mu Xiaoyan and Wu Yao each ordered a cup of cold drink and sat in a relatively quiet corner. Mu Xiaoyan, who was about to recite vocabulary, took out her mobile phone at this time.

Wu Yao raised the cup and swallowed the straw in one gulp, "Gudong Gudong" two or three gulps consumed more than half of the drink. Seeing that Mu Xiaoyan was not studying, she slightly curled her mouth: "Xiaoyan, you don't need to memorize words anymore?"

Mu Xiaoyan, who lowered her head and was busy, suddenly turned her eyes to look at Wu Yao: "I'm reciting."

"Playing with a mobile phone is memorizing vocabulary? This is the first time I've heard of it." Wu Yao shook her head in disbelief and took the mobile phone from Mu Xiaoyan's hand to look at the content on the screen.

There are indeed English words that appear above, but they are obviously lyrics, and there is no translation yet.

"Xiaoyan, what the hell are you doing?" Wu Yao was a little confused.

Seeing Wu Yao's ignorance, Mu Xiaoyan sighed deeply, took her mobile phone from Wu Yao's hand and began to look through it.

"This is the latest song released by my favorite singer. I'm translating it now." Mu Xiaoyan pointed to the name on the phone screen with her slender fingers.

Jess, the most mysterious singer in history, has a deep and magnetic voice, and has hundreds of millions of fans around the world, but he himself has never had any communication with his fans, not even a single photo has been circulated.

"Are you talking about Jess's new song? Are you hardworking or stupid? Isn't there already a translation on the Internet?" Wu Yao gave her a disgusted look, then took out her mobile phone to search for lyrics online.

As soon as Wu Yao pressed the search button, she found the translator and held it in front of Mu Xiaoyan to show her: "Here, it was translated two days ago. If there is a ready-made translation, don't you need to translate it yourself? You are so diligent."

Mu Xiaoyan frowned tightly. The new song should have been released three days ago, and now the translations for each version have come out. She is so out of it that she still thought she could translate it immediately.