9-5

A small spoon Yu Qingyu was playing with to keep his hands busy slipped out of his grasp, and hit the floor with a loud, metallic clang, turning everyone's attention to him.

"Sorry," Yu Qingyu muttered, bending down to pick it up, completely red in the face.

Werra looked him up and down. For a moment, it seemed as if she was going to give Yu Qingyu a scolding, but in the end, she only let out an exasperated sigh. After all, there were no guests around, so dropping one spoon wasn't that big of a deal. And although the man had dropped a spoon, at least he wasn't falling asleep, like some of the others… She had no idea that although Yu Qingyu appeared attentive, he only listened to the voice in his head, and not to her instructions.

"Alright. That will be all for now. I will remind you the key points again tomorrow, before we open, so make sure to come in early," she said, getting up from his seat.