In the awkward silence, Yang Changle walked up to Huang Lingqi with a smile.
"Just kidding, was it really that unfunny?" Yang Changle took out a check from his pocket, pursed his lips, and shook his head. "When I tell jokes during class, my students always laugh. Your reactions are making me doubt myself now. I hope my students aren't just giving me polite, fake smiles…"
As he spoke, he stuffed the check back into Huang Lingqi's hand: "I'm not sure how it is on your end, but here, teachers are civil servants. I might have gained a bit of fame, but my primary job is still teaching, and I must adhere to organizational discipline."
"I understand, I'm sorry," Huang Lingqi hurriedly put away the check.
"What do you understand?" Yang Changle couldn't help but ramble on.
