Chapter 124: Beyond the Hills

Encouraged by Bai Yao, Huang Guolun suddenly felt that mathematics, the subject he had always loathed most, had instantly become profound and sophisticated.

Bai Yao continued, "They say there is always benefit in opening a book, and studying mathematics deeply is truly a great help to people. When I record my short teaching videos, I hope that while explaining the concepts thoroughly, I can also impart my mathematical way of thinking to everyone. I hope every student can become a top-tier scholar like me."

Huang Guolun laughed, "That... is a bit challenging, but your idea is truly wonderful."

Feeling validated, Bai Yao was even more motivated. "I can start with the simplest junior high school math concepts. I have experience with that since I’ve been tutoring middle school students. When I have time, I’ll organize all the knowledge points from junior and senior high, and get this teaching project online as soon as possible."

Huang Guolun urged her, "No rush, no rush. I’ll say it again: you must not let these things interfere with your own studies."

"I won't, teacher, don't worry. The things we’re learning at this stage are too simple; I don’t need much time to consolidate them well."

Huang Guolun smiled, "Fine, you’re the top student, so you’re right. If you’ve decided to do this, I will certainly support you. Just tell me what kind of help you need; if I can help you, I definitely will. Don't try to figure everything out on your own. Sometimes, accepting help from others can make things more efficient."

"Mm, I haven't thought of what I need your help with yet, teacher. When I do, I will certainly ask."

Huang Guolun nodded with satisfaction and decided not to dwell on this topic further with Bai Yao. However, he would keep a close eye on this endeavor. If Bai Yao could truly get it off the ground—not necessarily to the level of a famous online math celebrity, but enough to establish some scale and persist rather than just acting on a whim—Huang Guolun would definitely step in to help her make it bigger and better.

Old Master Huang’s company donated tens of millions to educational causes every year, building dozens of Hope Primary Schools annually. The old man was particularly passionate about philanthropic investment in education. If Bai Yao could succeed, having the old man sponsor her to start a free, indigenous Chinese online educational academy like Khan Academy would be a deed of no less merit than building a Hope Primary School. He believed the old man would be very interested.

For now, however, Huang Guolun wouldn't mention this to the old man; he would wait until Bai Yao had truly made a start. If, after beginning, Bai Yao found it too tedious and couldn't keep it up, Huang Guolun wouldn't blame her. After all, she was only a seventeen-year-old child; having the heart to do this was already commendable.

Bai Yao was truly determined to do this well. Since she could earn money as a live streamer and didn’t want to be one of those vapid streamers who just sold their looks, she might as well try being a teacher-streamer and see how it went. Bai Yao cared quite a bit about the income from live streaming, otherwise, she wouldn't have had the idea of repeatedly broadcasting educational videos on streaming sites. Tonight, for the music special, her main concern was how much income it would actually generate. She truly hoped they would receive many gifts during this session, giving her enough surprise and motivation to stick with this path to the end.

At 3:00 PM, a well-rested Huang Guolun and Bai Yao set off early for the "Duck Shop." When they arrived, there were only two tables of guests enjoying the romantic atmosphere. The lunch crowd had long since departed, leaving the shop feeling quiet. Sister Xu, who was baking cakes for the evening music session, told Huang Guolun that Zhao Yan had gone out for errands and wouldn't be back until after four, and that Zhao Jing was in the private room.

Huang Guolun took Bai Yao to the room, intending to chat with Zhao Jing first. He knocked politely before pushing the door open.

Inside, Zhao Jing was sprawled out on the sofa, fast asleep. To grab more attention for the evening, she had gone all out, wearing extremely light and revealing clothes, as if it were summer again or she were heading to a yoga studio. She wore a pair of ultra-tight, Carolina blue yoga pants; the fabric seemed embedded in her skin, clinging to every inch. Because she was lying in a contorted position, her buttocks were strained to a perfectly round shape, squeezed so tightly it looked as if they might burst—a sight that made one feel suffocated just looking at it, almost wishing to help her take off the pants to make her