The head teacher and Tang Hongjun exchanged a few words with each other. They felt that this person was warm and thoughtful and cared about Xia Ye very much, so they couldn't help but say a few more words.
Xia Ye said quickly: "Teacher, Uncle Tang is busy."
Tang Hongjun said enthusiastically: "I'm okay, the child's affairs are the most important!"
The head teacher nodded with a smile, feeling more favorable towards the big intellectual: "Yes, that's what I said too, this child is thin-skinned, I'm ashamed to mention it, but isn't it the most critical time now, alas, your family Do you have children, too? You know what’s going on at school, there are too many monks and not enough porridge, and it’s too late for us to make up lessons for them one by one, after all, there are so many children in the class!”
Tang Hongjun obviously didn't know, but he nodded: "That's how it is, it's not easy for any industry or industry now."
The head teacher became more and more kind, rubbed his hands and said, "What, is it convenient for you today?"
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"Convenient! Come on!"
Xia Ye tried to block in front, but he couldn't stop Tang Hongjun's enthusiasm and watched Tang Hongjun take the teacher to the next door. His scalp was numb, and he couldn't remember the nonsense he made up in front of the head teacher at the moment. He couldn't remember the lies.
The Tang family had just had dinner and was watching TV.
When Tang Jinyu saw someone coming in, she saw Xia Ye first, raised her face and called out "brother". Before he picked up his bib, there was half an orange in it, and he was eating the orange petals.
Tang Hongjun picked him up and kissed him. He was not perfunctory at all because he was young, and he introduced him earnestly: "This is my son Tang Jinyu, Xiaoyu, this is your brother Xia Ye's teacher, you should also call the teacher. ,do you know?"
"Hello teacher~" the child shouted seriously, his eyes full of curiosity.
The head teacher didn't expect the child in Tang Gong's family to be so young, so he greeted him with a smile.
Chen Suling got up and took her son from her husband's arms, and said with a smile, "You guys talk, I'll bring Xiaoyu in to play."
Tang Hongjun made tea and entertained him. He had a good temper and knew a lot. He could chat with anyone.
The head teacher chatted very well in this home-like atmosphere. No matter what he said, Tang Gong could give him a high level and earnestly praised him.
Xia Ye sat on the side and listened to them attentively. It was like they were doing Tai Chi. He could understand the reason why their teacher was going around in circles. He is also a Tai Chi master.
After listening for a while, a small ball suddenly rolled over Xia Ye's feet.
There were clack of footsteps on the other side of the corridor. He stopped by the corridor wall and probed into the living room. The child's eyes collided with him and then shrank back. After a while, a small head slowly appeared.
As if the movement slowed down, he couldn't see it.
Xia Ye bent down to pick up the small ball and threw it back along the same path.
The little ball rolled to the corridor, half in the light and half in the dark, and was quickly carried away by a small hand.
Xia Ye didn't even have to look to imagine how happy the little fool was smiling now. Maybe he would run with a ball in both hands, just like a well-trained little seal in an aquarium. Two small short hands clapped and clapped in front of their chests—
Xia Ye's expression became a little strange, and he secretly glanced at Tang Gong next to him.
He remembered why this enthusiasm was so familiar. The Tang family's father and son were the exact same cheerleaders.
Xia Ye heard that their teacher had slowly circled to the key words, and sat there with a blank expression waiting to die.
Tang Gong's enthusiasm once again played a role.
The homeroom teacher teaches mathematics. He usually works in an ivory tower like the school, and doesn't communicate much with the outside world. He doesn't know what to talk about. Talk a little bit of knowledge and build up some feelings for each other.
But Tang Hongjun is sincere towards people and things. When he heard him mention a few books, he happened to have them on his bookshelf, so he brought them to the teacher, "Is that so? I just have two books on Analytic Number Theory here. On the other hand, if you don't dislike it, take it back and see it!"
The head teacher originally just mentioned one sentence, but he was very pleasantly surprised when he took the book: "That's right, it's Tang Tuanbanren imitating Biang Guhuang, taking off the apple and the scorpion, playing with the ash and turning into a vinegar pong, Huanluan┟convex, maple, and rushing to the decree a. Beating Jing vinegar, Nuo Mu's stick, smashing, prying Zhang Ying, which sled, Reef Limulus frame
The head teacher's hands were shaking a little. He read the book and then looked at Tang Hongjun. He went back and forth several times and couldn't believe it: "Dean Tang, who is he from you?"
Tang Hongjun smiled and said, "It's my father."
The head teacher almost knelt down for him.
Right now, he is like seeing a floor sweeper, living in an unremarkable bungalow. As soon as he gets his hands on it, he has the secrets of martial arts. The most terrible original creator is his own father.
Tang Gong said enthusiastically: "Teacher, drink tea!"
The head teacher now wants to take a quick-acting heart-saving pill.
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Holding the book, the head teacher did not dare to turn it over, for fear of folding the pages, so he wished he could offer the book now.
Tang Hongjun poured him another cup of hot tea and said, "You mentioned Xia Ye's grades just now?"
The head teacher forgot what he originally thought, and he nodded immediately when he heard his question: "Yes, I'm sorry to trouble you. Xia Ye's grades have improved rapidly, and this month's end-of-month exam has improved a lot by three places, which is a great improvement! There are only a few months before the senior high school entrance examination, I hope you can continue to take care of him and take him more... "
Xia Ye hurriedly said: "Teacher, Uncle Tang is usually very busy, I can review more by myself."
The head teacher looked at him with a complicated expression. He didn't even know what kind of arrogant child he was. If he hadn't been burdened with teaching tasks and couldn't walk away, he would have liked to replace him!
Tang Hongjun didn't understand, but it didn't prevent him from socializing: "It's okay, it's okay, I was busy some time ago, but now I'm not busy, what did you ask me to take him with?"
The head teacher flattered: "It's nothing, just do the quizzes, I didn't worry at all if I knew you were Dean Tang's son, haha. In fact, I'm here to talk to you about Xia Ye's supplementary class! "
"Make up lessons?"
"Xia Ye was not before..."
"Teacher! My grades weren't very good before."
Xia Ye stood there looking a little unspeakable.
The head teacher immediately understood, what kind of person is Dean Tang, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is Taishan Beidou in the mathematics world, let alone Xia Ye, even if he is standing in front of the old dean, he is only ashamed of himself - he How can I read this topic in front of Mr.
Xia Ye said vaguely: "Teacher, let me talk to Uncle Tang myself."
The head teacher is not worried about his grades at all now, he got up with a smile and said: "Okay, let's talk, Xia Ye remember to seize the opportunity and study hard, the chance to change your destiny is in your own hands, you know? "
Xia Ye nodded, "I'll take you downstairs."
Tang Hongjun took his coat and said with a smile, "I'll go too."
The head teacher was sent down by the idol's son, holding the signed book in his arms, as if in a dream, he fluttered when he walked.
After seeing off the teacher who visited the home, Tang Hongjun stood there without busy going upstairs, stopped Xia Ye, and looked at him for a while before saying slowly, "Are you lying to your teacher?"
Xia Ye's heart skipped a beat.
Tang Hongjun patted him on the shoulder the next moment, "Did everyone else look for a cram school, but you didn't, that's why you said that?"
Xia Ye was a little embarrassed and nodded reluctantly, which was better than exposing his part-time job.
Tang Hongjun misunderstood. He thought of the money that Xia Ye returned during the New Year. Teacher Xia's medical expenses were not a small amount, and he was sick all the year round. The father and son could only be regarded as a shelter from the wind and rain. Xia Ye ate more than ordinary students. More bitter, but also more arrogant, and will not easily ask others for a cent. He sighed in his heart, put a little weight on Xia Ye's shoulder, and whispered to him: "It was Uncle Tang's mistake before, and the cram school I found for you may not be suitable for you, so if you don't dislike it , I'll come to Uncle Tang's house, and take an hour every night to give you some counseling, what do you think?"
Xia Ye raised his head sharply, "Uncle Tang, don't need it, really, I can learn more and make more workbooks by myself..."
Tang Hongjun laughed and took him upstairs enthusiastically, saying without doubt, "It's settled, I'll go tell your dad right away."
The matter of making up the class was passed immediately by Mr. Xia. Mr. Xia is proficient in various musical instruments and can be said to be an all-rounder, but his son is a music idiot and can't help at all. Tang Hongjun is willing to help at this moment. It couldn't be better!
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Tang Hongjun smiled and said, "That's right. You bring my Xiaoyu, and Xia Ye brings it to me. I heard that this is the case with crosstalk students. They give their sons to their partners as apprentices, just because they are afraid that they can't be cruel to discipline themselves!"
Teacher Xia also smiled, shook his head and said, "You can take care of Xia Ye as hard as you can, Xiaoyu is so good, I can't bear it."
A smile appeared on Tang Hongjun's face, he thought to himself, he himself would be reluctant to touch the baby's finger!
Xia Ye stayed next door and started making up lessons.
Tang Hongjun taught him for more than an hour that night.
Xia Ye didn't want to figure out the size anymore. The computer in his bedroom was still on, and he didn't know how the "little spiders" were being monitored. It was inevitable to worry about something in his heart.
Tang Hongjun was stunned!
He looked at the questions listed on the manuscript paper. They were all wrong questions on the math test paper that Xia Ye brought. He made several variations, and the last two questions made the difficulty level higher. Here are two hints. , Xia Ye that buried his head and solved it all!
"Xia Ye, you are a genius!"
"No, Uncle Tang taught it well."
Tang Hongjun was still unfinished, and wanted to take him to do the questions.
Xia Ye said, "Uncle Tang, I want to go back to review and consolidate what I learned tonight."
Tang Hongjun put away the pen, nodded and said, "That's right, you can't chew too much, you can go back and watch it again to deepen your impression. You did a good job today!"
Xia Ye stood up and took the exercise book, thanked him politely, and walked away quickly.