The Farming Livestreamer: I Don't Want to Inherit Billions!-Chapter 94: Chi Youyou’s Tactics
"Grown by yourself?"
Did they hear it wrong?
Mr. Feng was asking her questions instead of directly telling her to get out of the classroom?
Zhai Li thought she misheard and exchanged a glance with her followers. The classroom was eerily silent, with pairs of eyes darting back and forth between Old Man Feng and Chi Youyou.
"Yeah yeah, teacher, how about I bring them up for you to take a look?"
Chi Youyou summoned her courage and tentatively asked.
Everyone gasped. Girl, don’t court death any further!
Shen Xiaomi was frantically signaling her from the side, but Chi Youyou just smiled at her.
Feng Ye’s thick glasses slid down his nose again. He looked up, half-bowed, at the confident Chi Youyou standing there, hands behind his back, "Bring it up then."
Everyone was once again bewildered.
Did Old Man Feng change his ways today?
Chi Youyou picked two persimmons, one in each hand, and walked joyfully towards the podium.
The reason she dared to do this today was actually because she’d done her homework.
She had the class schedule and specifically sought out Ji Changqing to inquire about this Mr. Feng Ye.
Strict reputation.
And quite professional, with weight to his words.
Just that his temper is a bit foul, eccentric, and inflexible.
However, his obsession with agricultural research is undeniable.
She was certain of this teacher’s character, which was why she dared to try her luck.
"Teacher, this batch of persimmons was grown by my dad. The batch I planted myself isn’t ripe yet."
Saying this, Chi Youyou placed the persimmons on the podium, her big eyes seemingly expressive.
Feng Ye glanced at her, "You planted some yourself too?"
As if he didn’t quite believe it.
"Once they’re ripe, I’ll bring them for you to review."
Feng Ye said nothing, snorting from his nose, picking up a persimmon to examine it.
In truth, it’s not that he’s unapproachable; it’s because these little rascals don’t listen in class. In his opinion, as times change, there are fewer and fewer people genuinely willing to pursue agriculture.
Young people are all so impatient.
This was the first time a young girl brought home-grown fruits in his class for him to comment on, piquing his curiosity.
"What’s happening today? Didn’t the seniors say Mr. Feng was strict and especially unapproachable?"
"I don’t know, I heard someone was eating in class before and got kicked out immediately."
"I heard too, overall his class is indescribable!"
...
While Feng Ye’s attention was on the persimmons, many in the seats began to whisper among themselves.
"You said these were grown by your family!"
At this moment, Feng Ye’s stern voice suddenly echoed from the podium, loud and clear, stunning everyone in the classroom.
"What’s going on? Scared me to death!"
"Humph, Chi Youyou probably shot herself in the foot, thinking she could fool Old Man Feng with these little tricks?"
Zhai Li sneered. When Chi Youyou brought the persimmons up, she realized Old Man Feng just loved studying these things!
Lucky guess meeting a dead rat!
Chi Youyou was also startled by his sudden loud voice; the old man looked small, but his voice was surprisingly loud!
"Yes, Teacher, is there a problem? Are they not good?"
She nodded, trying her best to appear respectful.
"Chi Youyou!"
Feng Ye’s voice rose another notch, everyone’s hearts were in their throats.
Shen Xiaomi was already prepared to dial her old man’s number, in case something happened, to have him come and help.
"You have a whole basket of these persimmons? Hurry! Bring them all up for me to see!"
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