Starting as the President of a Billionaire Group Chapter 1482 - 1456: Poetry Appreciation

Originally, he thought Xie Yingying had already gone into her room to sleep, but he found that this girl was actually still in the living room.

"Yingying, why aren’t you sleeping yet?" Ye Chen asked.

"Brother Ye Chen, who were you just calling? Was it your girlfriend?" Xie Yingying didn’t answer Ye Chen’s question and instead asked her own.

"Yeah. Yingying, it’s late, hurry back to your room and go to sleep." Ye Chen said again.

"Brother Ye Chen, will you come in with me?" Xie Yingying pleaded, her face full of entreaty.

"I’ll just stay outside. Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere." Ye Chen scratched his head as he spoke.

After all, that was a bedroom; a grown man going into a girl’s bedroom was obviously not good.

When Ye Chen had been on the phone just now, Xie Yingying had been listening from the side, hearing everything loud and clear. She also knew that Ye Chen wouldn’t leave.

But she just wanted Ye Chen to come into the room and keep her company; that way she’d feel more secure.

"Brother Ye Chen, just come in and keep me company." Xie Yingying no longer cared about her image as she spoke.

She didn’t know why, but when Ye Chen openly admitted he’d been on the phone with his girlfriend, she liked him even more.

She even started thinking whether she could take advantage of today to win Ye Chen over.

Helpless, Ye Chen could only follow Xie Yingying into the room.

A man and a woman alone together in one room was really a bit awkward.

Ye Chen sat down in front of the desk, looked at Xie Yingying and said, "Yingying, is this good enough now? Hurry up and sleep. If you still don’t sleep, I really am going to leave."

Hearing Ye Chen’s words, Xie Yingying obediently lay down on the bed.

Seeing her lie down, Ye Chen let out a long breath, thinking to himself, "This little troublemaker finally listened."

"Yingying, don’t worry. I’ll definitely get to the bottom of this and find out who the mastermind is, to stand up for you all." Ye Chen said to comfort her.

"Brother Ye Chen, you come up too." Xie Yingying’s pretty face flushed red as she pointed to the empty spot beside her.

Ye Chen wasn’t stupid; he knew that if he really lay down there, something would definitely happen.

"No need, I’m fine right here." Ye Chen refused.

The next day, when Ye Chen woke up he felt sore all over, and saw that he had actually fallen asleep sprawled over the desk.

At this moment, Xie Yingying also opened her eyes.

"Yingying, you’re awake. I’ll go out and make you breakfast now, you hurry and get ready." Ye Chen said.

Xie Yingying blushed and nodded; she felt it was really a bit embarrassing for a man to appear in her room.

Ye Chen went to the kitchen, took ingredients from the fridge, and started preparing breakfast.

By the time Xie Yingying came out, sandwiches and milk were already laid out on the dining table.

Two People finished eating, cleaned up the dishes, and Ye Chen decided to take Xie Yingying to school.

After Ye Chen drove Xie Yingying to school, he then drove straight to Su Wanyi’s company.

Because he felt there were some things that had to be explained clearly to Su Wanyi face-to-face; he believed that after hearing his explanation, Su Wanyi shouldn’t blame him.

All morning, Xie Yingying felt absent-minded, her eyes constantly looking outside.

When the class bell rang, Liu Tingting walked over to Xie Yingying’s seat and pulled her up.

"Tingting, what are you doing?" Xie Yingying looked at her best friend and asked.

"Girlfriend, did you forget we still have to hand in our work to the poetry club?" Liu Tingting rolled her eyes at her.

In fact, she really had forgotten; mainly because now her mind was filled entirely with Ye Chen’s figure.

Seeing her best friend not respond, Liu Tingting quickly asked, "Girl, don’t tell me you still haven’t written it?"

Xie Yingying didn’t answer, but followed Liu Tingting toward the poetry club.

At this time, there were already many students in the poetry club. Xie Yingying pulled Liu Tingting to sit in the back, then carefully took out the sheet of paper on which she had copied the poem.

"Tingting, let me show you something good."

"What good thing could you possibly have?" Liu Tingting asked in a low voice.

She took the paper with the poem on it and read it over and over.

"Homesickness?"

"A bright moon rises from the sea, though far apart, we share this moment."

...

As she read, Liu Tingting fell into it just like Xie Yingying had before.

This poem, whether in wording or emotion, was written so well; it contained such a deep sense of homesickness that it left Liu Tingting astonished.

Seeing the surprised expression on her best friend’s face, Xie Yingying showed a smug smile.

Students continued to trickle into the poetry club.

Zhou Tao and an elderly man were the last to enter.

"Look, isn’t that Professor Zhang from our faculty?" a student in the audience whispered.

None of the students present had expected that Zhou Tao would actually invite this Professor Zhang, whose literary attainments were so profound.

Zhou Tao walked onto the stage, looked proudly at the students below and said, "Classmates, today is our poetry appreciation day. I was fortunate enough to invite Professor Zhang to give us some critiques. Please give him a warm round of applause."

At his words, enthusiastic applause broke out from the audience.

"Clap clap clap."

After the applause, Professor Zhang smiled and sat down to the side.

"Now, please hand in the poems you’ve written so that Professor Zhang can critique and guide you one by one."

The students all handed their works to Professor Zhang one after another.

"Fellow Classmate Wang, this time our theme is the Mid-Autumn Festival, but your poem is clearly off-topic..."

"Classmate Yang, overall your poem is pretty good, but it lacks proper parallelism..."

Professor Zhang very earnestly gave critiques to each student who had submitted work, pointing out the problems and shortcomings in their poems.

The students who were praised were beaming with pride, while those who were criticized were downcast.

Sitting in the back row, Xie Yingying and Liu Tingting were quietly chatting the whole time.

"Yingying, you’re saying this poem was written by Brother Chen?" Liu Tingting asked in a low voice.

"Isn’t he amazing?"

Xie Yingying thought for a long time and could only use "amazing" to describe it; she couldn’t think of any other word that fit better.

"I’d say he’s not just amazing, he’s freaking awesome."

Xie Yingying hadn’t expected her best friend to say something like that; it really did fit her style.

"With such a good poem, why haven’t you turned it in yet?" Liu Tingting asked, puzzled.

"But this isn’t actually written by me. I feel kind of embarrassed." Xie Yingying voiced the doubt in her heart.

"What’s the big deal? Just hand it in first and let the professor critique it. When they call your name later, you can’t exactly say you didn’t bring it or didn’t write one." Liu Tingting persuaded her.

Just then, Professor Zhang’s voice came over.

"You two, why haven’t you given me your poems yet?"

Just now, he had watched as the students got up one by one to hand in their work.

But he hadn’t seen these two girls who were chatting below turn in anything.

Hearing this, Xie Yingying jumped in fright.

At this moment, Liu Tingting was already standing up, holding the sheet of paper with the poem written on it.

"Professor Zhang, I have a poem here."

As Liu Tingting said this, she was already walking toward Professor Zhang.