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Yes, there is a saying that goes, a man is shameless and invincible. The big boss was unrivalled in the universe, he couldn't be too tactful!

Although he was talking, he didn't know how Chen Xiran made him shut himself in the house and play. As a result, there was only the two of them here and now.

So it turns out that Chen Yiyun was a darling! Regardless of whether he was smiling or not, it was hard for people to look away.

Chen Yiyun leaned in closer to her, still wearing her lazy smile, and suddenly hugged Yu Xinrou in her arms, lowering her head and kissing her red lips.

He narrowed his eyes to look at Yu Xinrou's eyes which were wide open from shock. Her eyes were like a pool of clear spring water, yet at this moment, they were only reflecting his figure.

Chen Yiyun reached out and grabbed the back of Yu Xinrou's head, hugging her even tighter, and then deepened his kiss. After a long while, when Yu Xinrou was close to suffocating to the point of lack of air, he finally let go.

He stuck close to Yu Xinrou's lips and said, "Rou Er, let's set the days ahead." He nibbled her lips before he left.

Yu Xinrou gasped for breath, as he stared blankly at him. A pervert! Assi! He had been taken advantage of again.

"I've already asked the butler to bring your things over. Since you've already packed them, just use them directly."

Then, Chen Yiyun opened the door and brought Chen Xiran out, his face completely red.

Chen Yiyun said: "Good night."

After he finished speaking, he leaned forward to place another kiss, but the woman quickly dodged it.

Yu Xinrou laughed dryly, "Late … "Good night."

Chen Yiyun was not annoyed, he pulled her over and kissed her forehead. He touched her head. "Naughty."

Chen Xiran was looking at his father with his big eyes shining.

He suddenly felt so envious of his father's height. If he were this tall, he would have been able to kiss Auntie Xiao Rou.

… ….

Ever since Yu Xinrou had moved into Villa No. 8, she started to charge her men secretly.

Whether it was the design books, the painting books, the translation books, the political history books, or the various newspapers and magazines that required news, she would bring back large boxes and chests of them.

As a result, other than going to work, she spent all her free time studying diligently.

She had chosen a room as her study, and the books she had bought had basically filled all the bookcases, where she had spent the last few days writing and painting.

It was just that she wasn't the only one who often brought Chen Xiran to her study room. To be with him and to learn from him.

Chen Xiran was very quiet as the two of them did not disturb each other. Relying on Yu Xinrou's photographic memory, she was able to read more than half of the books quickly.

During this period of time, Chen Yiyun seemed to be very busy as well, and the number of times they had met decreased.

Occasionally, he would come over to rub up against her cooking. After eating for a short while, he would leave.

Yu Xinrou was actually very happy that he would come, and cooking was also the only time she could rest.

In the blink of an eye, the day of the competition for the 30th floor arrived.

Afternoon, in the training room.

All the members of the translation department were already seated, anxiously waiting for the head professors to arrive.

The training room was "painted", and playful male colleagues hung their blooms on the roof, balloons stuck to tables, chairs and doorways, and banners over the judges' seats.

They worked together to split the round table into two halves, and when they pulled it apart, there would be a gap in the middle to allow for alternative interpretation of the match. Behind the table was where everyone sat. On the big screen, there was a row of tables, where the judges sat.

Not long after, the door to the training room was opened. A few very serious looking people with gray hair and glasses walked in. They didn't need a reminder to walk towards the judges' seats.

The previously noisy training room immediately became silent. Due to the arrival of a few professors, everyone was deeply affected by the compulsory education. Their reflexes made them quiver.

Originally, Yu Xinrou was curious as to how the manager had managed to get these few top-notch characters from the translation world to come at the same time. Only after hearing's little secret service did she understand. The manager was a favorite student of the former dean after graduating from X-University. Not only that, there was no relationship between the manager's family and the former dean's family.

When all the professors were seated, the manager walked in.

Today, the manager was still wearing a suit, but after seeing a few respected teachers, Iceberg's face softened a lot.

The manager said a few simple opening words before the match officially began.

Since everyone had equal chances, there was no need for the challengers to be sequenced. The manager chose to start with the people on her side of the line, moving in order in the form of snakes.

The first to go on stage was Yang Hong.

He first selected a topic from the box at the referee's table, and after reading it, he returned it to the box.

With his back facing the professors, he winked at his colleagues. Everyone couldn't help but look at him with a smile, but they didn't dare to laugh out loud. They watched him until he sat down in a specific position.

One of the professors said, "Yang Hong right? Is he Teacher Zhu Zhiwei's student?"

Yang Hong did not think that this white-haired old professor would accurately state the name of the teacher in charge of his university. He was stunned for a moment, but after realizing that the two of them might have known each other, he became even more respectful.

"Yes, Zhu Zhiwei is my professional course teacher."

Yu Xinrou was also her university teacher, who would have thought that she and Yang Hong came from the same sect? He didn't know that he didn't have a good conversation with him before.

The professor touched his scattered beard, looking like an expert, sighing with emotion, "According to your teacher, out of all the students he has taught up till now, there are only two who suit him the best. You are one of them. I just don't know why you didn't work for the government. "

Yang Hong laughed awkwardly: "I lost." But in his heart, he was thinking, "Isn't he getting off topic a bit too ruthlessly?"

The professor sighed, but just as he was about to say something, he suddenly realized that this was not the time to talk about other things, and apologetically apologized to everyone. Only then did Yang Hong's selection officially begin.

He drew on the title of "Future Planning of the International Monetary Fund under the Bubble Economy", a speech given at a general meeting by the previous year's International Monetary Fund president.