The next day, Su Xian got up early. Seeing that Lu Xiran was sleeping soundly, he didn't have the heart to disturb her. He tiptoed to wash up and gently closed the door of the dormitory.
Although it was a holiday, the school cafeteria was still open as usual for the students who stayed on campus. This was Su Xian's first interview. After reviewing the materials she had prepared yesterday, she still had no appetite for breakfast, so she put two packs of biscuits that originally belonged to Zuo Yueyao into her bag and hurried to the interview location.
Judging from the address given, this location is not far from the school. There is a bus at the school gate, and it takes about six or seven stops to get there. When Su Xian got off the bus, he paid special attention to the surrounding buildings to prevent himself from getting lost.
The management of the villa area is quite strict. The security guard let her in only after confirming with the owner again and again. After entering, Su Xian was faced with single-family villas that all looked the same. She went back and forth no less than three times before she found the place.
After pressing the doorbell, she waited for a while before someone came to open the door. She saw a middle-aged woman who was about 40 years old. Her skin was well maintained, but the swollen bags under her eyes made her look a little haggard. Although she lived in a wealthy area, she was very approachable to Su Xian who came for an interview. This reminded her of Zuo Yueyao's mother, who was equally kind to her.
"Are you Su Xian?" The middle-aged woman welcomed her into the house and took out a pair of brand new slippers from the shoe cabinet for her to change into. "I'm the child's mother. The interview information was sent to you by the child's father. She told me that you would come over in the morning."
Su Xian changed into slippers and did not go in without permission. Instead, he listened carefully to the other person's words: "Have you had breakfast? I just made some porridge in the kitchen. If you don't mind, would you like to have some together?"
Look at the way he treats guests, you can tell at first glance that he is a person of excellent qualities.
Su Xian declined with a guilty conscience: "I've eaten."
"Then sit in the living room for a while. I'll go call them."
Su Xian sat down on the high-end leather sofa in the living room. She was a little nervous because it was her first time entering such a luxurious residence. Fortunately, after constant comforting, her heart slowly calmed down. She looked around. The huge living room was spotlessly clean. There was a glass bottle on the coffee table, which was full of flowers. If Su Xian was not mistaken, the flowers were arranged quite artistically.
After waiting for a long time without seeing any movement upstairs, she couldn't help but secretly looked at her mobile phone. More than half an hour had passed and there was no one around. She secretly took out the biscuits in her bag, quietly opened the package, took out a biscuit from it and put it in her mouth.
Before she finished eating a biscuit, she heard footsteps on the stairs. She quickly stuffed the biscuit back into the bag and hid the bag in her bag. The series of operations were so hasty that she almost choked.
A short man with a big belly came down the stairwell. Judging from the way he walked with his head held high, he must be the male owner of the house.
Su Xian took only one look and sighed in his heart that judging from appearance alone, the male host was really not worthy of the female host's temperament and appearance.
This is probably because everyone has their own preferences.
"Hello, Mr. Jiang." Su Xian took the initiative to greet him.
"Sit down." The host waved his hand and sat down opposite Su Xian. Even though they were separated by a distance of more than a coffee table, Su Xian could still smell the lingering smell of alcohol on him.
The hostess poured her husband a glass of lemonade and went back upstairs, probably to call the children.
Su Xian's carefully prepared resume stayed in the host's hand for only a few seconds before being thrown on the coffee table. "You are a student of Nanjing University, so you must be good. I won't look at your resume. Those awards and the like are all fake. I only look at your grades. It's every Saturday afternoon from 2 to 4, two hours, don't be late. Of course, if you need to take extra classes in the middle, I hope you can cooperate as much as possible. My son is in the third grade this year, and he will take the college entrance examination in a year. I hope his English grades can improve as soon as possible."
The process was much simpler than Su Xian had imagined, and the result was also good. However, the tone and attitude of the male host were completely different from those of the female host.
"My last name is Jiang. You can call me Mr. Jiang or Mr. Jiang. The one just now is my wife, whose last name is Tao. My son has the habit of sleeping late. You can talk to him when his mother calls him down."
The fifteen-year-old boy was in his rebellious period. Su Xian was not very confident that he could communicate smoothly with this kid. He prayed secretly in his heart that this little guy would not take on his father's personality.
Because her subconscious told her that this wealthy Mr. Jiang was not an easy person to get along with.
But the more this person worried about something, the more it happened. After waiting for a long time, the little guy finally showed up. He was almost as tall as her and stared at Su Xian with disdain, as if he wanted to stare a hole in her body. His attitude was very unfriendly.
Maybe his sweet dream was disturbed, and the kid's grumpiness after waking up has not yet dissipated.
"Take them to the study and try to teach them a lesson first. If there is no problem, then it's settled. I will be out after breakfast soon. You can do whatever you want."
These words were addressed to the hostess, who obediently took away the untouched glass of lemonade and led Su Xian and the reluctant baby into the study.
The study is spacious and bright. Facing the window, there is a large desk and two swivel chairs, with a chaise longue next to it. There is a row of bookshelves around it, which are full of books. Judging from the newness of the books, they are probably used for decoration. There are two rows of figures on the bookshelf on the other side.
This priceless figure was just a toy of Rich Doll. He held one of them in his hand and fiddled with it without blinking.
"Jiang Zhengxing, follow your sister and learn well. Mom will make your favorite braised pork."
The hostess reminded Su Xian with some concern: "This child's temper is sometimes good and sometimes bad. If there is anything that makes you unhappy, you should bear with it. I will definitely talk to him in a good way later."
After the child's mother left, Su Xian experienced what it meant to have good times and bad times, and he was also convinced that the hostess of this family would never be able to control this rebellious child.
In front of Su Xian, the child named Jiang Zhengxing threw the pens and papers she had prepared all over the floor. He also used the backpack on the table as a drawing board and drew a big pig's head with watercolor pens.
This bag of Su Xian can be considered an old one. He carried it from high school to college, so he had some attachment to it. After all this trouble, he was a little angry. But when he looked up at this proud and childish child, he suddenly thought of his own childhood.
Her mother was still alive at that time and had also had headaches for her.
Quietly, she picked up the things on the ground one by one, put them in front of him and pressed them with her hands, "Don't want to learn? Or do you hate me?"
"I don't want to learn! I hate you too!"
Children really speak without restraint.
"Then tell me why you don't want to learn and why you hate me. If what you say is acceptable to me, I will leave immediately."
"real?"
"I always keep my word."
Student Xiao Jiang has a triumphant look on his face: "I only have two days of rest. In addition to doing homework, I have to make up for the missed classes. I have math class on Saturday morning, English class in the afternoon, and guitar class on Sunday. I hate guitar class. My fingers are so sore from the pain."
This is the common practice for rich children nowadays. Parents are afraid that their children will lose at the starting line, so they flock to sign up for various training courses. Su Xian suddenly felt fortunate that her family was poor and her mother was magnanimous, which allowed her to have a complete childhood. She expressed a little sympathy: "Then why do you hate me?"
"Because you are here." Xiao Jiang did not hide his rejection at all.
"I'm the one who taught you English, so you hate me?" Su Xian's anger slowly dissipated: "In other words, you don't hate me as a person, but just because I teach you, so you hate me and my family, right?"
Xiao Jiang thought about it and said, "It seems so."
"Have you ever thought about this, if you drive me away, will your parents give up tutoring you? You are so smart, you know that this will definitely not happen. They will find someone else for you, and you still can't escape."
"So what?" Under Su Xian's gentle coaxing, his guard gradually relaxed.
"So you might as well accept me. First, you don't really hate me. What if your parents find someone you hate next? Second, I can make your English grades improve dramatically. Then you can use your grades to negotiate a condition with your parents. The condition is that you stop learning guitar."
"Can you really help me improve my English grades?"
While chatting with Xiao Jiang, Su Xian had already taken a rough look at his previous English test paper. The whole paper was covered with red crosses and the pitifully low score was written in large letters on the paper. Any parent would probably get angry after seeing this.
Just by looking at it, you can probably tell how to teach this baby.
Zuo Yueyao once told her that the key to learning lies in the thorough understanding of basic knowledge. If even the most basic principles are not mastered, subsequent efforts will be in vain.
Su Xian agreed with this statement very much.
And this child named Jiang Zhengxing didn't even remember a few basic words.
"If I have a way, are you willing to cooperate with me?"
Su Xian discovered that the child had a bad temper, but not to a certain extent. He only needed a little guidance.
As expected, Xiao Jiang began to think seriously, and Su Xian waited patiently for his answer.
"become!"
"Okay, then we have a deal." Su Xian showed a satisfied smile: "Every Saturday, I will only teach for two hours. I won't take up a second of your time, but you have to promise that within these two hours, you will cooperate with me seriously."
"Okay!" The little guy agreed readily, and suddenly he was in a good mood: "You are different from what I imagined."
"What do you imagine it to be like?" Su Xian was also very curious.
"Very strict, quiet, and always criticizing others."
Su Xian guessed that Jiang Zhengxing probably got these impressions from other tutors. Sure enough, he added, "Like my math tutor, she was always gloomy and annoying every time she came. I told my parents to change her, but my dad refused, saying that she taught well."
"Does she teach well?" Su Xian asked again.
"Hmm." Xiaotian thought again and again: "It's not bad. My math performance was praised by the teacher last time."
Su Xian touched the back of his head and said, "So, everyone has their own aspirations. Maybe that's just the way he is. There's nothing you can do about it. You just need to study hard and get into a good high school in the future."
Classmate Xiao Jiang was very dissatisfied with Su Xian's actions and tilted his head to the side: "You are only a little older than me, why are you acting like my mother, nagging like an old woman."
Su Xian glared and pretended to be angry: "It's better than a little thorn like you!"
"You're an old woman!"
"You are a little troublemaker"
"Old woman!"