After forming a covenant with the interstellar bosses

Teacher Hu walked around the room and found that the bedding on the bed had many wrinkles, obviously someone had just slept there.

"Is this what you're supposed to do as a matchmaker?" Teacher Hu pointed at the bed. "Today, let's learn how to serve the head of the household."

Song Yu sneered in his heart, "What a nitpicker!"

I don’t know about other families, but Song Han’s family, apart from having more people, is not much different from families on Earth.

However, I remembered that Tang Zhishu had also published someone else's love letters...

Tang Zhishu didn't say anything, just pulled the corner of the quilt casually.

"So, Mr. Hu, according to your course, what should we learn next?" Tang Zhishu asked, "How to smooth out the last wrinkle on the bed sheet?"

Hu Rong glanced around and said, "Salute, kneel on the ground, and salute the comforter."

"What if I don't?" Tang Zhishu said.

Hu Rong was not angry at all. Instead, he chuckled, "So, you are unwilling to pay respects to your own patriarch?"

Tang Zhishu shrugged, "No, but..."

"Don't try to argue with me. The entire empire knows about your evil deeds."

Tang Zhishu smiled and reminded, "Teacher Xiao Hu, etiquette is Teacher Xiang's class, do you want to take her place?"

“…”Hu Rong also remembered this matter.

Tang Zhishu pointed to a faintly glowing spot inside his buttonhole and said, "Turn off your video. It's illegal to record someone without their consent."

Hu Rong pressed the button.

Song Yu then discovered that there was a hidden camera there, and he recorded everything.

insidious!

But... Song Yu thought about it. Tang Zhishu didn't do anything, but he told him about his love letter...

No wonder he was so irritable, Song Yu almost laughed out loud.

"None of your little tricks can escape the perception of S-level." Tang Zhishu told him this fact with regret.

Hu Rong shuddered again, as if he had just remembered that his childhood rival was an S-rank. However, he didn't want Tang Zhishu to do anything respectable, so he pointed to the shoes on the ground and said, "Then deal with the shoes, and put shoes on the comforter."

"What kind of course is this?" Song Yu knew that Hu Rong was just here to vent his anger. She waved her hand and refused, "Don't take me with you. I'm going to find Song Yang later."

"She is doing her homework and it will take her a while to finish it," said Hu Rong.

"How do you know?" Song Yu was surprised.

"Because she didn't know how to solve a few questions in the morning and couldn't find her dear sister and brother-in-law, she had no choice but to come to me for help." Hu Rong was very proud.

"Can you?" Tang Zhishu asked back.

“…” Hu Rong paused again.

Poor Song Yang, she thought the teacher sent by His Majesty must be very powerful, and the other two were too serious, so she went to ask Hu Rong for advice.

"Tang Zhishu, do you know that you are the abandoned child of the royal family? Your surname is Song now. In the past, you were noble and I couldn't afford to offend you, but now it's different."

"You can't mess with me, not because I'm a prince, but because..."

"Go learn cooking. Cooking is the worst thing Zhishu can do. As for other things, we have a robot butler, and we will have servants in the future."

Song Yu interrupted Tang Zhishu and prevented him from saying such cruel words, but it was good to have such a person to liven up the atmosphere. Anyway, with his intelligence, Tang Zhishu would not suffer any loss.

"You heard me, your master ordered you to learn. If you don't learn well, come back and you will be severely punished!"

Hu Rong took the chicken feather as a token of support, because he really couldn't think of any reason why Song Yu would not support him. After all, His Majesty sent three teachers just to make the bad guy Tang Zhishu a better match.

"Well, I hope Teacher Hu will take more care of me," Song Yu said halfway. Seeing Hu Rong's mouth curl up, he added the second half of the sentence, "If you can't teach me well, I will complain to His Majesty."

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Tang Zhishu had etiquette lessons with his teacher that evening, so it was already very late when he returned. Song Yu stayed awake by studying ontology-related knowledge.

"How many days do their classes last? When will it end?" Song Yu complained.

"About a month, not long."

"A month?" Song Yu had a bitter face. She didn't want to hardly see Tang Zhishu for a month.

"Then I'll try to behave better and graduate early."

Song Yu nodded and prepared to go to bed.

As soon as she sat down, Tang Zhishu suddenly knelt on one knee in front of her. Before Song Yu could be surprised, one of her feet was grasped in his arms, and the heel of the shoe just touched Tang Zhishu's chest.

"doing what?"

"Although Mr. Xiao Hu is not professional, he reminded me that the matchmaker who sleeps with the master of the house at night should take off his shoes for him."

He carefully unfastened the buckle with his white and slender fingers, took off Song Yu's sandals, and gently massaged the soles of her feet.

Then place your other hand on his chest and repeat the same action.

Song Yu bit his lips, and his originally pale lips became a little more red.

"So, did they say what else the matched person who sleeps with the head of the household at night needs to do?"

Tang Zhishu hugged Song Yu to the bed and whispered in her ear, "They don't need to teach you this part."

The next two days were spent in the same way. The only difference was that Tang Zhishu almost blew up the Feiyuan's kitchen, and Mr. Hu, who was teaching him cooking, had his eyebrows burnt to ashes, and only a few strands of hair were left on one side of his head.

On the third day, Tang Zhishu got up early to go to class. Song Yu was woken up from her comfortable sleep and kicked off the quilt to express her dissatisfaction.

"Sorry, I was so careless." Tang Zhishu patted Song Yu's chest gently a few times. "The conditions on the spaceship are limited. You won't have to share a room with me when we get home."

"Won't you sleep with me when we go home?" Song Yu grasped the key point and held Tang Zhishu's hand to prevent him from leaving.

The simulated light shone on the bed, making Tang Zhishu, who was wearing a white casual suit, look crystal clear. Song Yu couldn't help but raised his body and gave him a kiss on the face.

"The civil affairs system should recommend a new match for you by then." Tang Zhishu covered his face. "I can't keep you to myself forever. This is not in line with the matchmaker's code of conduct."

Song Yu pulled him, "No matter what, I won't have any other matches. The system recommends one, and I'll cancel it."

Tang Zhishu could only sit back down and lean closer to Song Yu. "But those matches are all very handsome, very talented, and very rich..."

Song Yu pinched his nose. It had only been a few days, and he had found all her weaknesses.

After Tang Zhishu left, Song Yu planned to take another nap. When he was dozing off, he suddenly heard someone talking.

It was a male voice, but it wasn't Tang Zhishu's or even Feng Han's or Zheng Xibai's.

"Why are you here? What a pity! You can't see the wonderful show I gave you."

The voice was very confusing. Song Yu's hair stood on end instantly. She struggled to see who was talking, but she couldn't wake up.

"Then, let's enjoy a feast."

Three or four seconds after the sound disappeared, Song Yu was finally able to move. She sat up suddenly and found that everything in the room was normal.

Before Song Yu could chase out to ask the guards outside, Tang Zhishu's message came.

"Master, there was a strange power fluctuation just now. Are you okay?"

Song Yu was more certain of his guess, "It's okay, I heard it."

"hear?"

"Someone spoke to me while I was half asleep, but I couldn't wake up."

"Wait here, I'll be right back."

In the classroom, only Yan Fa was left with a shocked face. After all, she didn't feel anything. Her first reaction was that this student was lying in order to skip class, but she couldn't stop this S-level student.

But even when Tang Zhishu came back, he didn't find anything unusual except for a trace of residual power.

"The opponent is at least SS-level." Tang Zhishu's face was gloomy. "But judging from his ability to move freely in space, he's probably more than SS-level. Unless he has some special abilities."

Song Yu was only A-level, and apart from those two sentences, she didn't feel anything.

Soon, Feng Han came in.

"Miss Song, the North Star Circle 006 is being attacked by an SS-level alien beast."

Song Yu's eyes narrowed, feeling that these two things could not be unrelated.