my brother is not cute at all

Early the next morning, Yang Yue was awakened by a phone call from his mentor in his sleep.

Bai Nen's little hands reluctantly stretched out the quilt and fumbled around the bed for a long time before pressing the answer button in a daze. He closed his eyes and pressed the phone to his ear, like a half-sleeping Buddha statue, as if he was about to fall asleep at any time .

However, the person on the other end of the phone didn't give him a chance to go back to sleep, and started yelling straight to the point: "I said that you are the second young master who has stepped into a wealthy family. Do you lack such a scholarship?! You are a spoiled child Showing off to the family, or running out to get sponsors with money? Hey, I said, you are still a student, have you done anything illegal?"

Yang Yue didn't listen to what the people over there had been talking about for a long time, and her voice was still hoarse when she got up in the morning: "You went out to drink again last night? Did you agree to be a teacher? How old are you? Can't be more stable."

The instructor who failed to teach was angry: "I think you went to drink and drink fragments last night! Come and tell me, what's the matter with our votes? Did you find someone to vote? I think you are riding a rocket! You have made the organizers dumbfounded, do you know that?"

Yang Yue, who hadn't woken up, was even more confused: "What nonsense are you talking about? Can you wash your face and sober up first?"

"..."

There was a brief silence on the other end of the phone, and it took a few seconds before he said puzzledly: "It's weird, you really don't know? Then go to the official account to check, there is something wrong with our vote count, I will call again A few phone calls to ask what's going on."

After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone resolutely, leaving behind a rushing busy tone.

Yang Yue was at a loss for a few seconds before realizing what was going on. He turned over and lay down under the quilt, with half of the quilt on his head, clicked into the voting link, and scrolled down to the number of votes for "Nisuramo".

One, ten, one hundred, one thousand, ten thousand...

Before she finished counting, Yang Yue jumped up from the bed, rubbed her eyes, exited the link and clicked in again.

One, ten, one hundred, one thousand, ten thousand, one hundred thousand.

After counting, Yang Yue's brain, which was not running smoothly, seemed to be struck by an important wire by lightning. After a spark and lightning pump rushed past, Yang Yue's brain finally lived up to everyone's expectations.

In this unpopular circle, soliciting votes is inherently difficult. Even if you get a sponsor or mobilize all the relatives and friends around you to contribute, four to five thousand votes is still an astonishing number. If there are tens of thousands of votes in a few days, it is probably the sponsor. Fang also helped to swipe the tickets, and 10,000+ votes... the organizers didn't dare to swipe such a number.

He rubbed his face hard, and organized his thoughts, first of all, with such an outrageous number of votes, first exclude the insiders.

Secondly, it can't be Ji Wanyu. Yang Yue knows what her own mother's combat power is. Even if Hou Chenghai is troubled, it is impossible for a mature leader to call so many employees to do such a meaningless and time-consuming thing.

After thinking about it, I can only know him recently, someone who is stupid, rich and has a lot of time.

There seems to be...

Yang Yue's mind suddenly echoed the sentence before going to bed yesterday - "Good night, tomorrow should be a beautiful day."

Like a blow to the head, he jumped out of bed instantly, put on his pants and rushed to the opposite room.

When the door was pushed open, the person inside had just picked up a t-shirt and was about to put it on his head. He was obviously taken aback when he came in. He shook off his clothes and covered his chest. He let go only after seeing the person coming. Take a breath.

"I said, can you knock on the door before you come in? What if I'm going to do something inappropriate for children in the house and you catch me in the early morning and scare me into something?"

For this kind of person who doesn't have a straight mouth, Yang Yue is too lazy to talk to him, and asks straight to the point: "Did you do the voting?"

Hou Zeqi didn't deny it, but raised his handsome eyebrows: "You guessed it so quickly?"

He looked calm on the surface, but if a person had a tail, Yang Yue estimated that the other party's tail would have been raised to the sky by now.

"How did you do it? You spent money?" He folded his arms with a look of indifference.

Hou Zeqi looked at the bunch of little hairs on the top of his head, and couldn't help being a little funny: "I spent money for you? Is there any benefit for me?"

"I..." Yang Yue who asked in one sentence was a little dazed, and even her confidence weakened: "I can pay you back."

Hou Zeqi was completely amused by him this time: "Aside from treating guests and paying back the money, don't you know what else to do?"

He understands the truth, but think about it carefully, this young master who was born with a golden spoon in his mouth and has been favored by thousands of people since he was a child, what can he lack?

"I don't like to owe others favors," Yang Yue said with an unprecedented earnestness and firmness on her stern face.

Hou Zeqi immediately withdrew his smile, stared at his face with interest, and waited quietly for him to continue.

"I am very grateful that you can help me, but I will definitely repay you for what you paid, whether it is money or gifts." His eyes were very dark, as if painted with thick ink, so when he glanced up, His eyes were particularly firm: "So... what did you do?"

Calling on close friends to do a little favor, promising fans to show their faces in the next live broadcast, what should this be?

Hou Zeqi was immersed in his fixed gaze, thought for a moment, and then became serious.

"I'm kidding."

Yang Yue: "..."

Sure enough, one shouldn't expect any nonsense from such a train-running person.

Yang Yue still had class today, so he didn't have much time to argue with him. He stared at the other person's face coldly, and finally said "Excuse me", then slammed the door and turned away.

Not only did he have to take a substitute class outside today, and his senior sister couldn't make it in the afternoon, he also arranged a repertoire class for college entrance examination candidates.

The physical condition of the girls is not very good, but fortunately, they are more obedient, and they will try their best to improve what they have said, and it is not a headache to start class.

"Come and take a look at your own video." Yang Yue handed her the phone, clicked the play button and told her a little bit: "See how horrible your turn is? The first round is a four-digit turn." , but the shape of the hand has changed to pressing the palm, and the second time you swipe your head to look at the hand, your hand will pass through the wrist and then send it out, do you understand what it means to send it out?"

The girl nodded ignorantly.

"No, you don't understand." Yang Yue poured a basin of cold water down directly: "Your hand was stabbed out. If I give you a knife, you can kill people."

The female student didn't dare to refute at all: "..."

"And your turn is not right. After the second turn, you will send out your center of gravity," Yang Yue said, taking two steps back to demonstrate to her.

He quickly flicked his head and then shaved his head. When his black hair flew up, it looked like a blooming iris. His arms were flexible and soft, changing his dancing posture, and the beautiful hands at his fingertips were dancing like a lotus.

The girl stared at him in a daze as he completed a series of smooth and graceful twirls, then nodded half-understanding.

"See the difference?" Yang Yue stroked the shattered hair on her forehead, and continued: "Your hand was too hasty, and your center of gravity ran away before you finished the second circle. You can keep your feet steady like this." Damn it, you danced "Ai Lian's Talk", not a drunken concubine, so don't turn around like this for yourself."

The students nodded wildly like chickens pecking at rice.

Yang Yue glanced at the time, and finally said: "There is still no root under your feet, you have a bad pole, right? How many basic training classes will Mr. Xiaolu teach you a week?"

"Three quarters..." The girl cautiously shook three fingers.

"It's only three sessions," Yang Yue said with a sideways glance at her, "Three sessions a day is about the same for you, eat less food, save money and go to classes more, since you have chosen such an old classic play, you should understand that old plays There is a certain reason why it can go through layers of precipitation and endure for a long time. If you want to dance well and get a good university entrance examination, you can't do it without paying to your death."

The female student curled her lips sadly, and was about to say something when there was a sudden knock on the door.

"Teacher Yang, is get out of class over yet?" The skinny girl standing at the door is Lu Xiaolu, Yang Yue's senior sister, nicknamed "Sister Legs", known as the first leg in the dance academy, and has very good basic skills. Yue also called the male and female chief of the dance academy.

"It's off, come in," Yang Yue nodded.

The little deer walked in and asked with a smile, "How's it going? Is she good at dancing?"

"Ask her yourself," Yang Yue hooked the corner of her mouth, revealing her first smile since class.

Seeing that he finally smiled, the girl dared to breathe a sigh of relief: "It's too strict, I dare not take a breath. I thought male teachers would be gentler to girls, but I didn't expect to be so fierce."

Yang Yue asked her back: "Am I fierce? I didn't yell at you, did I? Go and find out how I usually go to class, and then feel my conscience and say whether I am fierce or not."

The girl shrank her neck aggrieved: "Mr. Lu, look at him."

Xiaolu laughed: "Mr. Yang was nicknamed the cold-faced Little Hades after all, you have to make him worthy of his reputation."

Yang Yue snorted coldly, unscrewed the water bottle to drink.

"Teacher, shall I send you the WeChat account for the class fee?" The girl glanced at him and asked cautiously.

"No need," Yang Yue said in a cold voice, "Here is Teacher Lu, she will finish my class."

"What are you doing for me? Wouldn't it be easier to just give it to you?" Xiaolu saw through the female student's mind, leaned over and whispered, "Didn't you see that she wants to add you on WeChat? Give me a chance, Teacher Yang."

Yang Yue almost choked on water, took a moment to regain her composure, and handed the QR code of the mobile phone to the girl: "You scan it, just remember to send me a video after practicing your homework, don't try to be lazy."

"You are really ruthless," Xiaolu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and changed the subject and asked him, "By the way, the National Day holiday is coming soon, you have nothing to do?"

"No, isn't there a rehearsal arranged in the courtyard?" Yang Yue asked.

"It's good that you know, I'm just afraid that no one will notify you," Xiaolu nodded.

"I'll leave if there's nothing else to do," Yang Yue stood up, sweating all over, he wanted to go back and take a shower first.

Xiao Lu waved his hand: "Okay, I still have class, you go first."