With his hands clasped together and his eyes closed, Ye Zhao made three or four wishes as quickly as his brain could. Although the birthday song in his ears was not tuned in, he felt happy and joyful at the moment.
As if making a wish wasn’t enough, she added another buff that was fully stacked: “May your wishes come true”!
The system couldn't stand it and laughed at her: "Too greedy, it won't work."
"Shut up your crow mouth."
System: "The crow is not me!"
"You don't have to speak if you can't."
Xiaoqin raised her head and asked curiously, "Sister, what wish did you make?"
Ye Zhao said calmly: "World peace!"
Then he blew out the candle.
Zeng Xiang, leaning against the wall, turned on the light, completed the task assigned by his mother, and went back to his room.
Aunt Qiao asked loudly, "You don't want to eat cake?"
“No.”
"If you don't eat it, we'll eat it ourselves."
Because they had just eaten dinner, they couldn’t eat too much cake, so Aunt Qiao divided the remaining cake into two plates, one for the tenant opposite and one for Fatty Ying’s family.
Ye Zhao thought of the poor woman downstairs who was abandoned by her husband, "How about dividing it into three portions and giving some to the aunt downstairs as well?"
"Which aunt?"
"The one who came to talk to you last night, with the pockmarks on his face."
"Are you talking about Zhang Yueli?" Aunt Qiao understood and took another plate to share the cake.
"There are too few good people like me in this world. Her son has an abscess on his neck and needs to stay here to see a doctor. I am the only one who is so kind as to let them stay for another week."
"Ah, you'll let them stay an extra week for free?"
"No, of course I have to charge her rent. Her husband is rich! How can someone who dares to keep a mistress so blatantly not have money? You must be kidding!"
Aunt Qiao is both realistic and kind-hearted. Ye Zhao did not forget to praise her and flatter her, and then took on the job of delivering cakes.
In Zeng Erqiao's eyes, a pretty, sweet-mouthed and sensible girl like Ye Zhao is simply a little cotton-padded jacket who comes to repay her gratitude.
In order to repay her kindness, the little cotton-padded jacket can also tutor her poor student. She is responsible and proactive. When she saw the little cotton-padded jacket taking the test paper into Xiangzi's room, she felt at ease.
No, she was still not at ease. Even though she had warned her child in advance, it was not certain that her child would be able to obey the instructions smoothly and obediently.
Zeng Xiang's room was completely different from what Ye Zhao had imagined. The walls were bare, and there were no decorations except for a dart board. The bed sheets, quilt covers and curtains were all made of sky-blue cold silk. The whole room was icy cold, and even the pet box in the corner seemed to be emitting chill.
Zeng Xiang just sat in the cold air and ignored her. He just looked up at a gecko crawling on the top of the wall at a 45-degree angle, spinning a ballpoint pen rapidly in his hand, and was stuck like crazy.
The smell of barbecue coming from outside the window added a touch of homely flavor to the room.
In order to continue to eat and drink for free in this family, Ye Zhao spent a huge sum of 50 cents to buy a set of college entrance examination simulation papers.
She put the test paper on the desk. She could understand that as a poor student, he would definitely not be willing to do extra "homework". If she lowered her attitude, the other party would definitely ignore her.
So she decided that she could lower her posture even more.
“Here are seven test papers…”
7 test papers? 7?!
Zeng Xiang looked up in disbelief at the "Crow Teacher" who was half a year younger than him and who fascinated his mother so much, and was standing on the roof of his house.
Before BKing could refuse, Ye Zhao said: "You only need to do three papers in Chinese, math and English..."
This attenuation is good, right? She secretly observed the changes in the other person's micro-expression. He seemed to be still dissatisfied. She knelt again: "Multiple choice question..."
Zeng Xiang: “…”
She has already slid to her knees like this, isn't that sincere enough? You only need to answer the ABCD multiple-choice questions, it's very simple!
"Just take the time to finish the multiple-choice questions. Tomorrow night, we will try to finish the multiple-choice questions on the three papers in two hours."
Ye Zhao had worked as a tutor for many families before. She had ways to teach motivated students well, and she also had her own "way of governing the country" to deal with naughty students who didn't want to study. That was to play with them, try to get along with them, and in the end, do whatever she could to improve their grades. Anyway, she had tried her best, and the students and parents were satisfied.
As long as Zeng Xiang asked, she could play with him!
You two look at each other, and I look at you! Each of us wants to see what the other is thinking.
Zeng Xiang twirled the pen in his hand and asked, "Are you done?"
"Do you have anything to add?"
He opened his thin lips, wanting to say something, but in the end he only uttered two words: "No."
Ye Zhao raised his eyebrows in satisfaction and smiled.
The biggest advantage of communicating with BKing is that no matter what ideas the other party has, as long as they don't cross the bottom line, they will be too lazy to talk to you, so she can save a lot of nonsense in rebuttal.
The ballpoint pen flew into the pen holder. Zeng Xiang stood up, grabbed the boxing gloves and motorcycle keys beside him, and went out.
Ye Zhao looked around the room. There were no books to expand knowledge on the bookshelf next to the desk except old textbooks. The bottom of the bookshelf was full of magazines. The little lizard Douding in the pet glass box was lying on a branch with his eyes closed to rest.
There was a tape recorder on the bedside table and a guitar lying on the chair next to it…
There was a chaotic and irritating sound of drums coming from the building opposite.
She walked to the window and saw a fat woman sitting at the door downstairs playing mahjong, a mute watering the vegetables and flowers by the wall, the light was on in the window on the second floor, and a slightly plump boy was playing drums with his back to the window.
The sound of an engine came from my ears, and Zeng Xiang went out on a motorcycle.
Ye Zhao closed the window, and the world suddenly became quiet.
At 7:30 the next evening, Ye Zhao came to Zeng Xiang for extra lessons on time. There was only one chair in the room, which was under its owner's butt.
Ye Zhao had no choice but to run to the dining room and move in a stool.
I opened the three papers on the table and found that I had finished all the multiple-choice questions. When I looked at the answers, I saw a row of choices: A.
Looking at BKing’s fearless expression, she should thank him for at least giving her face: Look, I did it!
Oops, can't get angry.
Not only could she not get angry, she also had to be happy.
Ye Zhao opened his notebook with a fake smile and took off a small red flower sticker. "All the homework is completed, and I will give you a small red flower as a reward."
Little red flower? The tone of voice coaxing the child, is it treating him as a kindergarten kid
Zeng Xiang went to kindergarten in Hong Kong. Other kids always bullied him because he was from mainland China, but he was never one to be bullied since he was young. He would punch anyone who dared to bully him.
Therefore, he had a bad record in kindergarten and almost never received any red flowers as rewards.
Without the little red flower, there will be no little red flower. Who cares
An incredulous look floated over. Ye Zhao knew that he would not easily accept her "reward". No matter what, she would "erase" it bit by bit... Oh, no, "cultivate" his ambition.
"Where should I put it?" She looked around, not caring whether the BKing students paid attention or not, and finally put it neatly on the pen holder.
"Collect 20 little red flowers and you can exchange them for a mysterious gift."
"What mysterious gift?"
"Keep it a secret!" Ye Zhao didn't even think about what the mysterious gift was. She just said it casually and told him to wait until she could collect 20 little red flowers.
Zeng Xiang saw through it at a glance. He opened his mouth, but ultimately chose not to speak.
Aunt Qiao showed Ye Zhao Zeng Xiang's final exam paper. His English score was pretty good, but his Chinese and math foundations were not good.
Let’s start with what he is good at, first English, then Chinese, and finally math.
She was afraid that he wouldn't understand, so she tried to explain it in simple terms. He just listened from the side, neither taking notes nor correcting wrong answers, nor responding to her. It was unknown whether he understood or not.
That’s good. It’s better than those naughty kids who can make her angry to death.
During this time, Aunt Qiao brought them some drinks. Seeing her son sitting aside and listening to the class obediently, the old mother felt relieved.
It took exactly two hours to finish explaining the multiple-choice questions on the three papers.
Ye Zhao felt dry in the mouth, so he closed the test paper and notebook and hurried out to drink water.
"Why!"
Ye Zhao had just stood up when BKing, who had been silent for two hours, spoke.
"Is there anything else you don't understand?" She turned her head to look at him, and unexpectedly saw the word "desire" in his eyes. Oh my God, how could ambition be cultivated so quickly
impossible.
She recalled his indifferent attitude in class just now, and the little white rabbit showed her steel teeth, "Today is overtime, ask again tomorrow."
“No…” He was so serious in class and didn’t even move. Shouldn’t he be rewarded with a little red flower
Seeing that he was suppressed and wanted to speak but stopped, Ye Zhao finally felt relieved. She decided to give him a magic weapon: "From now on, for any multiple-choice questions you can't answer, choose C. This is the result calculated by big data. The probability of answer C being correct is the highest."
Zeng Xiang stared at the whole page of little red flowers on her little notebook, a whole page of little red flowers...
"Do you know why? Because we Chinese, including the teacher who sets the test, like to have the last one. C, the second to last, the last one. Perfect."
After saying that, Ye Zhao went out.
not perfect.
Xiangzi leaned back in his chair. He was missing a little red flower!
Damn! Why does he want the little red flower? He didn’t get it in kindergarten, so he no longer needs it!
no need!
He stared at the little red flower on the pen holder and reached out to tear it off, but his hand finally stopped on the little red flower and gently brushed across the surface of the little red flower. It was so small, smaller than his index finger. It was like this little red flower had magic...
He hadn't realized yet that he had been severely controlled.
(End of this chapter)