On the last day of the November holiday, Lu Yunfei refused Wen Mingyi's invitation to eat, and Li Yuanqing's invitation to play games, and concentrated on studying English at home, hoping that his death would not be too ugly.
However, as the saying goes, the more afraid of something, the more something. Lu Yunfei looked at the paper that Bian Jinyuan handed him, and there was only one thought in his heart, it's over, it's dead now.
It took him two classes to write the paper and hand it to Bian Jinyuan.
Bian Jinyuan asked him very intimately, "Do you need a red pen to make corrections?"
Lu Yunfei felt that this was simply embarrassing Lu Aotian!
"No, no."
Bian Jinyuan understood.
He took the paper and looked at it carefully, and Lu Yunfei carefully observed his micro-expression, but unfortunately Bian Jinyuan had a naturally indifferent face. Lu Yunfei stared at it for a long time, but he couldn't see what he was thinking.
After waiting for a while, Bian Jinyuan finally took his eyes off the paper and looked at Lu Yunfei.
Lu Yunfei smiled at him with a guilty conscience, "Failed, right?"
"You are quite self-aware of yourself."
"It's been so long, you should have self-knowledge."
Bian Jinyuan felt that his words were quite sad.
"It's okay, just make it up slowly," he said.
Lu Yunfei sighed, "It's not that easy. I started asking for tutoring in English since elementary school, and as a result, I was brilliant in junior high school. In high school, I fell to the bottom of the parabola in an instant. Alas, it's difficult."
Bian Jinyuan put away the papers and said to him, "Take your time, find a way, you can always improve."
After he finished speaking, he started to do his own math paper. Lu Yunfei looked at him and thought, so, this is over? Really touch the bottom? Shouldn't he take the opportunity to formulate a tutoring plan for himself? Is this gone
"That, Mr. Bian." Lu Yunfei poked him, "Do you have anything else to say?"
Bian Jinyuan shook his head.
Lu Yunfei was shocked, because he thought yesterday that Bian Jinyuan was planning to help him with tuition! As a result, after a long time of trouble, he really just got to the bottom of it. Then he had the nerve to say it in such a high-sounding manner yesterday, and it was a waste of people's feelings!
Lu Yunfei felt that he had been deceived, scumbag, Bian Jinyuan is simply too scumbag! Lu Yunfei angrily took out his math paper and started doing it.
At noon, Bian Jinyuan left the classroom early as usual to go to work. Lu Yunfei, Li Yuanqing and Wen Mingyi went to dinner.
Li Yuanqing complained all the way, "You don't know how hard it is for me this eleven! My mother didn't let my aunt cook for me, she insisted that I do it myself."
"Then you can do it." Lu Yunfei said.
"Yo, Lu Shao said lightly, can you cook?"
Lu Yunfei looked at him, "I won't, but I have an aunt."
"So you were hungry for three days?" Wen Mingyi asked him.
"That's not true. Although my mother makes me starve, I still have a godmother! My godmother makes me hungry."
Lu Yunfei looked at him suspiciously, "You, godmother?"
"It's not my godmother, it's everyone's godmother." Li Yuanqing smiled, "The goddess of the nation - the old godmother."
"So you've been eating Lao Ganma for three days in a row?" Wen Mingyi was shocked, "Have you locally reduced blood?"
Li Yuanqing: …
Li Yuanqing looked at him helplessly, "I'm also a person who has dinner, okay? I just hug the goddess at home, fall into the arms of my godmother, and go out, I'll jump on the sea and let the birds fly."
Speaking of this, Lu Yunfei suddenly remembered something, "You said that Bian Jinyuan works at noon every day, so does he still eat lunch this time?"
He still remembered that the last time he helped Bian Jinyuan finish the fight, it was 1:30 before Bian Jinyuan went to dinner. So, where does he work at noon? It's definitely not a cake shop. The cake shop is too far from the school, and there is simply not enough time for him to go back and forth and work part-time.
"You're curious," Wen Mingyi said. "Then you can ask him if he is okay. I think he treats you well, and supervises you to memorize English words."
"Don't mention it." Lu Yunfei became angry when he heard it. Fortunately, he has been ready to learn from a teacher since yesterday, but the teacher just said it casually. dead person. At this time, Lu Yunfei felt that Bian Jinyuan's former roommate was right - Xueba can be trusted, and sows can climb trees.
Facts have proved that even if the sow has climbed the tree, Xueba is still unreliable.
"No more. Let's go, let's eat."
In the evening, Lu Yunfei saw Mr. Wang again. Mr. Wang passed eleven and gave him a new set of tutoring methods.
"How is it? Do you feel more accepting than before?" Teacher Wang asked expectantly.
Lu Yunfei looked at his young English teacher who was in charge of the lush-haired English teacher, and said guiltily and frankly, "You may not believe it when you say it, but you really don't."
Teacher Wang felt that he was going to shut himself up.
"It's okay, this is only the first stage, let's try again and see if there is any improvement in the future."
Lu Yunfei looked at him with a strong face, and always felt that if he continued like this, I don't know if his English could improve, but Teacher Wang's hair volume was expected to gradually decrease.
In the end, he didn't get stronger, but Teacher Wang became bald, which was terrible.
So Lu Yunfei patted his half-blooded tutor on the shoulder, "Thank you."
"No hard work, no hard work, serve the people." Mr. Wang replied with the spirit of the party.
At nine o'clock in the evening, Lu Yunfei woke up again in the Tmall Elf. This time, there was no one else in Bian Jinyuan's family, Bian Jie was teaching Shuangshuang to read, and Bian Jinyuan was writing something.
Lu Yunfei felt bored and simply memorized English words.
He memorized it for a while and heard Bian Jie and Bian Jinyuan say, "Shuangshuang and I are going to bed, you should go to bed earlier too."
"Well." Bian Jinyuan nodded, "I'll go to sleep after I finish writing this."
Bian Jie glanced at him and asked him, "Are you writing English?"
Bian Jinyuan nodded.
Seeing this, Bian Jie didn't bother anymore, washed Shuangshuang's face, hands and feet, and carried him back to the room to sleep.
Seeing that Bian Jinyuan had been writing English with his head down, Lu Yunfei occasionally flipped through the book and looked at the teaching aids at hand, thinking what kind of English is this, it takes so long to write. IELTS
He looked at the clock hanging on the wall not far away, and when the clock pointed to twelve o'clock, he reminded Bian Jinyuan, "The current time, Beijing time, is exactly twenty-four o'clock."
Bian Jinyuan was taken aback by his sudden voice, looked back at the Tmall Elf who was not too far away from him, and said helplessly, "Tmall Elf."