Fang Xinran heard the voice of Director Yi and immediately became tense:
"Director Yi, we've been maintaining the same pace all along, we haven't sped up."
Lin Yu listened on the side.
Helplessly sighing at Fang Xinran's straightforwardness.
Is the boss really concerned about your speed?
It's just a reprimand out of frustration after chasing for quite a while, nothing of actual significance.
"Oh come on, Dad, let's hurry up."
"There'll be so many people up there soon, what will we be able to see?"
Young Master Yi, Director Yi's precious son, impatiently urged.
Despite his young age, he already has quite a bit of his father's temperament.
Between his brows, there was inexplicably a hint of a punchable expression.
It seemed he noticed Lin Yu was looking at him.
Young Master Yi directly asked:
"How much longer till we reach the big locust tree?"
Lin Yu's brow furrowed.
A question without any subject.
It seems his family never taught him how to speak properly.
Can he say such rude things and not get beaten by classmates outside?
Director Yi said irritably:
"I've told you countless times, when asking people outside, be polite and respectful!"
"Um... that little... how much longer till we climb to the big locust tree?"
Lin Yu almost laughed in exasperation.
Oh wow, you're so polite!
Really want to meet your polite old father, is he the same style?
"Director Yi, many tourists have already gone up."
"I think since we've caught up with the group, why not just walk with them?"
"It'll only take a few minutes to reach the big locust tree."
"I heard from Teacher Tang that once we arrive, Director Yi will take a group photo with the students, right?"
Director Yi's face showed a hint of impatience.
Hearing Lin Yu's intentional guidance.
He sighed and looked at his son and wife behind him:
"If it's just a few minutes... let's walk with the group."
"Going up first won't accomplish anything, I'll take some pictures for you after I'm done."
Young Master Yi listened, muttered a couple of words.
With itchy hands, he broke off a branch from the railing and swung it around randomly.
Lin Yu smiled and reminded:
"Classmate, it's best not to hold things resembling 'weapons' on Monkey Mountain."
"Doing so might make the monkeys mistakenly believe you intend to attack them."
Young Master Yi acted as if he didn't hear, completely ignoring Lin Yu's reminder.
Instead.
The speed of swinging the branch in his hand increased compared to before.
Lin Yu: "Hehehe..."
Great.
Just love this rebellious attitude.
The round-faced little boy next to Lin Yu cooperated by saying loudly:
"Teacher Lin used to be an animal trainer, he knows monkeys well, if he says it's dangerous, it definitely will be."
The round-faced little boy's teammate didn't speak but nodded vigorously.
"Tch."
Young Master Yi glanced disdainfully, muttering:
"Little brat, what do you know."
Director Yi obviously heard, glanced back at Lin Yu.
Reminded:
"Is it Lin? Just keep an eye on the students, no need to do extra things."
Lin Yu continued to smile, nodding in acknowledgment.
Alright then.
With your words, isn't it reassuring?
...
Fifteen minutes later.
Under the big locust tree halfway up the mountain, a spectacular scene attracted a dozen tourists to stop and take photos.
"Eee-eee-yaa-yaa..."
"Ooo-ooo-chee-chee-chee..."
At least dozens of monkeys, both on the tree and around it, were gathered around the big locust tree.
They occasionally accepted the tourists' offerings but rarely took the initiative to cause trouble.
Two staff members at the site were doing their best to urge the tourists to keep their distance to ensure no accidents occurred.
Staff Member A, holding a tool for dispersing the monkeys, said puzzledly:
"What day is it today? A gathering of heroes, a monkey conference?"
"Didn't Monkey King Thirteen come out for a stroll a couple of days ago? And now he's here again?"
Staff Member B, looking at the steps below, quickly said:
"Whatever's going on with them, stay alert, the group from Ten Primary School is here. Don't let the monkeys hurt the kids."
Staff Member A: "Hiss, these monkeys are weird. What are they looking down at?"
Staff Member B: "Who the heck knows!"
Finally.
Lin Yu, who was leading the group, appeared in the monkeys' field of vision.
In an instant.
The chattering noise of the monkeys reached its peak.
Those monkeys who had already encountered Lin Yu seemed to be saying:
He's here, he's here, our king is finally here!
The elementary school students, attracted by the monkey calls, quickly climbed onto the platform one by one.
"Wow, so many monkeys!"
"All the monkeys on the mountain must be here, right?"
"We're so lucky, the little monkeys are actually here to welcome us!"
"Look, they seem to be in class, every monkey looks so well-behaved."
"Teacher Tang, can we take photos now?"
"Teacher Fang, can I toss the bananas I brought over to them?"
"Teacher Tang..."
"Teacher Fang..."
The two teachers instantly became busy.
Seeing the students so excited, they had to maintain order at the scene.
Among all the children present, there was one who wasn't under the usual constraints—a little fish that slipped through the net.
"Oh my gosh!"
"Dad, Mom, look, it's Monkey King Thirteen!"
"Hahaha, he's actually not sleeping somewhere today."
"Oh my, hurry and give me two bananas!"
We really must thank Young Master Yi for his appearance.
He managed to make Lin Yu see the well-behaved and orderly students behind him in a more favorable light.
As the "internet-famous Monkey King," Thirteen was extremely popular.
Director Yi's wife, seeing this, excitedly took out her phone, calling:
"Son, stand a bit closer, Mom will take a picture of you."
Did Young Master Yi's mom even need to say that?
He had already taken the bananas from Director Yi's hand and ran over excitedly.
Staff Member A saw this and hurriedly advised:
"Little friend, don't go any further; there are too many monkeys, it's dangerous."
Saying this, he made a gesture to stop Young Master Yi.
Director Yi quickly waved his hand and said:
"Comrade, don't shout so loudly, speak nicely to the child."
"I'm the director of Ten Primary School, just taking a photo here on the platform, not getting too close."
Hearing this, Staff Member A's action to stop him slowed down a bit.
Young Master Yi had already crossed the warning yellow line, offering the banana to Thirteen at close range.
Usually.
The grand locust tree usually doesn't have so many monkeys; most of the time, the warning yellow line serves merely to set the mood.
But today is different...
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