I Have a Date with a Thousand-year-old Female Corpse-Chapter 1748 - 1749: I Promise You, Brother

You and Hamandan entered a room, which looked like a meeting room, fully equipped; when you entered, there were already about twenty people inside, among whom two Europeans and Americans saw Hamandan and immediately wanted to stand up, but Hamandan nodded and then sat with you in the last row, which was more spacious and convenient for communication.

"Ming, I’m telling you, the Chinese Language instructor here is extremely beautiful!" 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

You understand Hamandan’s personality quite well, after all, the two of you were very good playmates when you were young: "Did she agree or not?"

Speaking of this, the originally excited Hamandan couldn’t help but lower his head: "Oh, I failed."

With Hamandan’s qualifications, it’s surprising that he could fail, which makes you somewhat interested in this so-called beauty.

"Woof!" The Little Hei, who followed you in to look, suddenly barked, causing everyone to turn their heads.

Hamandan seemed to only then notice Little Hei beside you, immediately frowned, and said to you: "Ming, what breed is this dog? Why have I never seen it? It’s so peculiar!"

As Crown Prince, Hamandan also likes to keep animals, and not just dogs; he also keeps African lions and American White Sea Eagles and has quite a systematic understanding of animals.

You smiled and said, "I don’t know either, but it should be the Zhonghua Pastoral Dog, which is a unique breed in China. You’re not going to be able to distinguish it clearly."

"Really?" Hamandan looked doubtfully, but said nothing further because, just then, a well-dressed and very simply styled girl walked in slowly, causing quite a stir among the seated men.

"Woof!"

Little Hei barked again upon seeing the girl, startling her. Then she noticed you beside Little Hei and instinctively lowered her head, avoiding your gaze. She turned around and saw the word "soft" written crookedly on the blackboard, obviously not written by a Huaxia person.

"Who wrote this?"

A handsome but somewhat naive-looking guy stood up and spoke in British English: "Teacher, I wrote this. Last night, I spent the night with a hot lady, and she wrote this word on my chest with lipstick. I don’t quite understand its meaning."

Yan Zisu replied in English: "Soft, that’s its English translation."

"Teacher, can you teach us how to pronounce it in Chinese?" The handsome boy seemed more excited than ashamed after understanding its meaning.

"Alright then," Yan Zisu frowned slightly, knowing this should be her last class here.

She nodded and rewrote the neatly written word "soft" on the blackboard: "Does anyone know how to pronounce this word?"

"I do," said a black man showing a row of white teeth, "Ri wan, ruan."

"The pronunciation is not quite accurate, anyone else?" Yan Zisu didn’t seem to mind.

Another voice chimed in: "Ri wan an, ruan."

Yan Zisu seemed to catch the implication but her expression remained unchanged. She sneaked a glance at you and, seeing you still watching her with a smile, finally relaxed a bit internally.

Hamandan didn’t grasp the meaning of it, yet raised his hand enthusiastically: "I know! Ri wu wan, ruan!"

As a result, Yan Zisu completely ignored Hamandan. She didn’t expect Hamandan to be one of the participants, clearly just a boring kind of joke aimed at women.

That’s just how the world is; among those present, few really need Chinese Language tutoring. They’re here mostly attracted by the charm of this instructor.

A robust man then said: "Teacher, I’m free this evening, perhaps you could teach..."

As these words were spoken, the man suddenly felt his collar being lifted up, and then his whole body was dragged away, spinning in mid-air before heavily hitting the wall!

"Thud!"

After the man landed, you pulled him to your side like a toy and sat on his back, addressing the various expressions in the room: "Let’s start class."

"Let’s start the class," Hamandan smiled slightly, and his words made everyone lower their heads in silence, thinking you were Hamandan’s bodyguard, presumably annoyed by their impertinence.

Yan Zisu’s teaching was natural; the thirty-minute class even had you somewhat fascinated.

After the class, Little Hei leapt to Yan Zisu’s side, as she tidied up her books, pursing her red lips, she carefully walked to your side.

Seeing their goddess not go to Hamandan but rather to a seemingly bodyguard-like Huaxia person, everyone present couldn’t help but speculate.

"Let’s head back."

You didn’t say much, being Yan Zisu’s boyfriend, letting her appear in such a place was all your fault; it’s a mistake on your part.

Hamandan originally wanted to take you to the Five Stars hotel where he was staying to catch up, but seeing your cold look, knowing your personality, he simply said a few words and left. As he left, he carefully glanced at Yan Zisu a few more times, realizing the only person worthy of her seemed to be you.

"I didn’t expect us to part ways again so soon after meeting. I’m a bit reluctant," Hamandan said emotionally.

You patted Hamandan’s shoulder: "I’ll come visit when I can, but don’t tell Tifa anything about my Huaxia affairs when you return to Dubai."

"Alright, I’ll try,"

"Not try, but definitely!" Your firm attitude left Hamandan puzzled. Tifa’s feelings for you were well-known within their family, and no one could sway Tifa’s determination.

As Dubai Princess, Tifa possessed beauty and depth that drove all men crazy; even Hamandan’s classmate, William, the legitimate son of the British royal family, was deeply in love with her, but she only had eyes for you. Her favoritism towards you exceeded what normal people could accept.

Hamandan nodded thoughtfully: "I promise you, brother."

"Hmm," you smiled, waved goodbye to Hamandan, and walked towards Yan Zisu to leave together, with Little Hei scampering alongside, occasionally circling around you.

Long after you left, Hamandan moved, entered a Maybach in the underground garage, where two other Arabic bodyguards were seated.

"Left," Hamandan said to a young man sitting in the passenger seat.

"Your Highness, any orders?" The young man had distinctive features, but a deep scar on his left cheek ruined his appearance, making him look fierce.

Hamandan took a bottle of red wine from the car’s wine cooler, sipped it, and said: "I just met Ming."

"Hmm!?"

"How could he be here?" The driver seemed agitated, aware of your presence.

Left remained silent for a moment, then looked at Hamandan: "I understand now, it’s definitely because he asked you to keep it a secret, and as his brother, you can’t break your promise, so you hope I could pass the news to Princess."