552: Chapter 541 552: Chapter 541 “That’s a bit of a problem, isn’t it?
How far did you get when you were studying?” Mo Yuyao asked.
“Me?
I only made it to the end of junior high school!
I only know a little bit of math, and as for English, well, I’ve pretty much forgotten all of it now,” Song Yun said sheepishly.
“That’s the case… If you finished junior high school, then I’ll bring you a textbook for the first year of high school… um…” Mo Yuyao thought for a bit before appearing to make an important decision.
“I’ll write you a long-term sick note, saying you have a chronic illness so you can come see me every two days.
That way, I can tutor you.
Although I only went to a very average university, there shouldn’t be a problem with helping you with high school courses.”
“That’s too much trouble for you,” Song Yun hastily declined.
“I’m just a prisoner, how can I waste so much of your time?”
Originally, Mo Yuyao was somewhat conflicted about her decision.
After all, the other person was a prisoner.
It was one thing to give lessons – it was still explainable – but to tutor someone privately every two days was bound to make people suspect that she had some kind of unspeakable secret with him.
Though Mo Yuyao could confidently say she had nothing to hide, she was well aware that if Song Yun really did come to her for tutoring every two days, the other prisoners would probably be dissatisfied with him, and she knew what that would mean for her own image among the prisoners.
But as soon as Song Yun spoke, it sparked a stubborn determination in Mo Yuyao’s heart.
If she avoided tutoring Song Yun just because of those baseless concerns, it would be as if she really had something guilty on her conscience!
As the saying goes, a clear conscience fears no accusation.
The same applies to women too!!
So Mo Yuyao said rather forcefully, “You have quite insightful thoughts for a man.
It’s just this confidence, why are you always lacking it?
Prisoners are also people, and they have the right to education, don’t they?”
“But…” Song Yun started his performance again, “The reality is, there is still a difference in our status.
Even if I’m willing and you are okay with it, I’m afraid…” Song Yun’s eyes faintly showed a hint of timidity as he said ‘I’m afraid.’
“What are you afraid of?
Afraid that people will give you trouble?
No problem, my uncle will take care of you!” Mo Yuyao said confidently, patting her chest, as Song Yun’s gaze lingered on the curves barely contained by her white coat.
He couldn’t help thinking about the undergarments he had seen before; girls these days really do have figures that outshine one another.
“There’s no need to trouble the Prison Chief for this,” Song Yun’s eyes slowly hardened, deliberately slowing down the process and fixing his gaze on Mo Yuyao’s eyes so she could see his transformation.
“Since you, Yuyao, are not afraid of the trouble, if I still refuse, would I even be a man!”
Song Yun spoke firmly, as if echoing the days when people said “Finally, we Shen Zhou people have stood up,” with proper tone and conviction that resonated in Mo Yuyao’s ears like the rumble of distant thunder.
Mo Yuyao’s eyes shone as she looked at the frail young man before her, and in that moment, he seemed to radiate a captivating brilliance.
Song Yun appeared resolute, but inside, he was secretly delighted.
“Got you hooked, little girl.”
Everything was unfolding exactly as Song Yun had anticipated.
He carefully controlled every movement, every expression, every word.
The nuance was tricky to manage – too little and it lacked impact, too much and it came across as affected.
This was Song Yun’s first time putting into practice those theories that had once earned the theoretician regular breakups and a lifetime of solo flights.
If that old sage knew his theories were finally a success, he could rest in peace.
Song Yun wanted to get Mo Yuyao’s phone number, but then remembered he was in prison without a mobile phone, so it was pointless, and he dropped the idea.
As the two were chatting, the door to the infirmary was knocked open.
Smiling Tiger walked in with a darkened expression.
“Yuyao, how is Song Yun’s injury?” asked Smiling Tiger as soon as he entered and saw Song Yun and Mo Yuyao chatting and laughing, darkening his already sour mood.
“It’s hard to say,” Mo Yuyao casually replied when she saw Smiling Tiger come in.
“When the equipment fell, it not only hit his head but also injured his organs, so it needs close observation for a while.”
“Oh?
Which organ is injured?” Smiling Tiger inquired.
“There’s some fluid in his lungs, his liver is a bit swollen, and he also has chronic colitis.
My recommendation is that he should come in every two days for an anti-inflammatory injection to prevent the condition from worsening,” Mo Yuyao said.
“Every two days?” Smiling Tiger frowned.
“Isn’t that too frequent?”
“If you want a complete recovery, it has to be every two days.
Every three days would only stabilize the condition.
As doctors, of course, we hope for our patients to recover, Brother Hu, you have no objections, right?” Mo Yuyao suddenly said coquettishly to Smiling Tiger, which took Song Yun by surprise – so this Smiling Tiger really was a ‘Hu’ after all?
“Well… okay then,” Smiling Tiger was swayed by Mo Yuyao’s endearing call of ‘Brother Hu’ and agreed, not considering that they might take advantage of meeting every two days for some other purpose.
Song Yun was just an indefinitely-sentenced scoundrel.
If he dared to do anything to Mo Yuyao, it would be suicidal.
Was he worried that Mo Yuyao might get involved with Song Yun?
That was an unfounded concern.
No one would think a teacher and a student getting involved was unlikely, but a prisoner and a doctor?
That only happened in wishful fantasies.
What Smiling Tiger didn’t know was that this man, labeled a scoundrel in his file, was an officer from the National Security Bureau Special Action Department.
It wasn’t Smiling Tiger’s fault for not knowing, for only the Prison Chief had a bit of an understanding of Song Yun.
Even then, he only knew that Song Yun might belong to some secret governmental department, but not which one exactly.
If Smiling Tiger had known he was dealing with someone capable of stirring big trouble even in Sunan’s entire system, perhaps he wouldn’t have so easily invited the wolf into the den.
“Many thanks, Brother Hu!!” Mo Yuyao smiled sweetly and then inquired, “Do you need anything else, Brother Hu?”
“I need to check on something,” said Smiling Tiger, stepping up to Song Yun.
“Tell me, what happened just now?”