114. Ji Wenfeng: Lu Rong, you will be quenched and reborn!
After experiencing ups and downs, Ji Wenfeng and Lu Rong began to earnestly supplement their English.
After all, Ji Wenfeng is half American and has a special way of thinking about English teaching.
Ji Wenfeng (English): "From now on, only English is allowed in this room."
Lu Rong: "Can't you speak a word of Chinese?"
Ji Wenfeng took a deep look at him, took out a water gun from his schoolbag, and bared him—
Lu Rong: "Ahhh!"
Lu Rong: "Ji Wenfeng! Why is this water so icy!"
Ji Wenfeng (English): "I took the magazine to the freezer to freeze, and I added ice cubes for whiskey in it—you speak Chinese again." With an English book in one hand and a water gun in the other, his face was blank. Continuing to bark at him with an expression—
Lu Rong covered his face and ran around the room: "no! no! stop! please!"
Ji Wenfeng set up the water gun, blew out the cold mist from the muzzle smartly, inserted it into the waistband of his trousers, and then opened the English textbook (in English): "How to spell abandon."
Lu Rong, who was drenched all over, squatted on the sofa with his head in his arms, panting, and said word by word: "abo..."
Ji Wenfeng drew his gun and shot, coldly spit out a word with each shot: "It's abandon. Remember?"
Lu Rong: "Ah, remember! Remember!"
Ji Wenfeng's face turned cold (English): "Who will allow you to speak Chinese!"
呵呵呵 him—
Lu Rong: "Sorry! Sorry! Stop!"
Ji Wenfeng (English): "How to spell abandon! Quick!"
Lu Rong: "aban... n..."
Ji Wenfeng raised the muzzle of his gun, making a gesture to pull the trigger.
Lu Rong hugged his head: "nonono...don! abandon abandon woo woo woo!"
Ji Wenfeng hooked the corner of his lips, took out another bullet from the refrigerator and replaced it, and replaced it ruthlessly.
Ji Wenfeng raised his eyes (in English): "Lu Rong, you will be quenched and reborn."
In just one night, Lu Rong memorized hundreds of words, learned three tenses, mastered 18 sentence patterns fluently, and cried all his tears for the rest of his life.
He was sitting in the bathtub, drenched in the shower, the cold bath water slapped randomly on his face, and shouted at Ji Wenfeng with water marks all over his face: "I hate you! you monster!"
Ji Wenfeng stood lazily by the side of the bathtub, snapped the textbook in his hand, and said intoxicated (English): "What an authentic American pronunciation. From now on, you can attend Ji's new product launch instead of me. Today That’s all for the teaching here, continue tomorrow.”
Lu Rong hugged his knee pitifully, the shirt on his body was completely soaked, his eyes were red and he thought: When he gets out of the bathtub, he must kill Ji Wenfeng!
A chuckle came from the top of the head, and the murdered embryo moved, and gently touched his head: "i'mproudyou."
After finishing speaking, he left, and the gentleman closed the door behind him.
The drizzling water gradually became warmer.
Lu Rong calmed down a little, and took off his wet clothes angrily. The warm hot water gradually submerged his body, and he buried half of his face under the water, one word after another, tenses and sentences popping up in his mind.
"Kill him after the TOEFL test." Lu Rong thought coldly in the hot air as he reviewed hundreds of words, 18 sentence patterns in three tenses tonight.
And after a while, I couldn't help but let out a comfortable hum~
When Fang Qing returned to the basement game room, she mentioned to Ji Tong what she saw in Lu Rong's room: "Xiao Feng is trying to teach Rong Rong English, but they always fight over this matter."
Ji Tong: "...this is a matter of brotherly love, why did it turn into violence?"
Fang Qing: "Say it as if you never hit the teacher before."
Ji Tong: "Of course I never hit the teacher!"
After much deliberation, he couldn't do it, so he informed Secretary Bai to find a tutor for Lu Rong. Although he didn't say anything, he couldn't stop thinking in his heart: Rongrong's quality is almost as bad as Fang Qing's.
"Don't bother." Fang Qing listened to his call, and pushed the "all villains" in the WeChat list to Ji Tong, "This is my friend, they are doing education and training."
She had already forgotten when she added this account, and she forgot who he was, but she was her friend who added her WeChat account, and Fang Qing was such a free and easy son and daughter of the world.
"You friend, you don't look like a good person." Ji Tong said, staring at the four large characters in black on a white background.
"But they are very strong. Look at this, this is the client's academic performance tracking table, and it is improving by leaps and bounds." Fang Qing called out the gaudy promotional pictures made by the WeChat Moments of all villains.
Ji Tong raised his eyes and took a closer look, and read out the magical slogan on the promotional picture: "Exclusive service for Royal Supreme VIP... Private file creation, key follow-up, and more care about your academic performance than your head teacher... Looks good."
Fang Qing: "It's still very cheap, only 5999."
Ji Tong couldn't make up his mind: "If I hire such a cheap tutor for Rong Rong, will it make me look like a stepfather?"
Fang Qing knows her son too well: "You can't find too expensive ones for him, or he will sell the tutor tomorrow. He won't let go of anything with a premium, you can only find him the best value for money. "
Ji Tong: "..."
Fang Qing: "And I have never found a tutor for him. Thinking of asking a tutor to supplement English, you are already a competent father."
Jitong: "Okay."
Ji Tong added Li Nanbian: Give me a copy of the Royal Supreme VIP exclusive service.
Li Nan asked Lu Rong for instructions: "Boss, someone came to the door and asked for the exclusive service of Royal Supreme VIP."
Lu Rong buried in the bathtub: "Not for sale."
Li Nanbian: "But Lao Liang really wants to make this order."
Lu Rong: "Lao Liang is going to participate in the National Mathematical Olympiad next month."
Li Nan put down his phone and shook his head to Liang Wendao who was beside him: "The boss disagrees, I'm afraid it will affect your study."
Liang Wendao knocked on the table hard.
Li Nanbian: "Forget it, listen to the boss."
Liang Wendao propped himself on the table, his eyes were solemn, and he almost begged: "Brother, I really need this money."
Li Nanbian had never seen Liang Wendao like this: "What's wrong?"
Liang Wendao couldn't open his mouth.
Li Nan pressed his shoulder: "If you have any difficulties, you can tell them, don't keep it in your heart alone, brother will always support you."
The entanglement of desire and struggle appeared on Liang Wendao's face. After struggling for a while, he confessed to Li Nanbian: "I want to buy the pair of AJ Fujiwara Hiroshi co-branded lightning that the boss posted in the group." Lu Rong made them the Hong Kong sweeps live streaming.
Li Nanbian: "Fuck!"
Liang Wendao: "Think about it, I'm wearing a big lightning bolt to receive the championship trophy of the National Mathematical Olympiad. Is it because I am a thief? Brother, are you honored?"
Li Nanbian: "What the hell is wrong with Yourong, I am neither a champion of the Olympiad, nor do I have a big lightning bolt."
Having said that, Li Nanbian still pushed Liang Wendao to Jitong.
"You haven't done this order, so I don't know anything about it." Li Nanbian reminded him.
Liang Wendao was taken aback, which meant that all the income belonged to him.
He tightly circled Li Nanbian's neck and touched his head vigorously.
Turning back, Liang Wendao got in touch with Jitong: "Hello, I am your private tutor."
Jitong: "Okay, come to teach English tonight."
Liang Wendao originally did not provide home delivery service, but he took orders in private, so he didn't pay so much attention. Jitong sent him the address, and he immediately called and rushed to Rongshan Manor.
After Lu Rong took a shower, he came out wearing a bathrobe and found that Ji Wenfeng was still on his bed.
"Get lost." Lu Rong said concisely.
"Never pay the tuition?" Ji Wenfeng patted the place next to him ambiguously.
"You still want tuition fees? I haven't asked you for medical expenses yet!" Lu Rong's face was livid. Ji Wenfeng scoured him with ice water all night, he was about to catch a cold.
Ji Wenfeng sat up and pulled Lu Rong into his arms. Lu Rong struggled, and Ji Wenfeng twisted him with his long legs: "Don't move." As he spoke, he stuffed a cup of steaming ginger tea into his hand, while he picked up a large towel beside him and rubbed his hair.
After rubbing it half dry, I brought a hair dryer to help him dry it thoroughly.
"I will definitely not get sick." Ji Wenfeng opened the thick quilt, wrapped Lu Ronglian with the quilt, and fell on the bed together, "I will hold you to sleep at night~"
Lu Rong: "Get lost."
Ji Wenfeng had already developed the skill of shielding Lu Rong from spitting out lotus flowers. The little slave could hardly hear him swearing, so he leaned his head sideways and pushed him: "I have something to discuss with you."
Lu Rong: "..." It's really strange that Ji Wenfeng would still discuss matters with him.
Ji Wenfeng: "I'm going to run for the student council president. Didn't you say last time that you want a position that can be seen in broad daylight, I thought about it, you join me in the student council."
Lu Rong: "First of all, I didn't ask for a title. Second, I don't want to join the student union."
Ji Wenfeng's slender eyes narrowed: "Who are you talking to?"
Lu Rong: "..."
Ji Wenfeng: "As a little slave, can you contradict the gold master like this?"
Draw the gun!
Lu Rong: "Ahhh!" He hurriedly covered his face with his hands.
Ji Wenfeng smiled wickedly, and kissed the muzzle of the gun with sexy lips: "This is just a teaching tool. I won't abuse it in violation of the regulations, don't worry~" He said and suddenly pointed the muzzle of the gun at Lu Rong's face.
Lu Rong, who was peeking between his fingers, hurriedly hid himself and buried his face in the pile of pillows.
Ji Wenfeng approached him, and traced the outline of his neck with the muzzle of a gun: "Little slave, be good, open the door, will the student union come?"
Lu Rong: "Come here!"
Ji Wenfeng smiled harmlessly: "That's good."
Lu Rong was shouting in his heart: Where did Ji Wenfeng learn this coquettish operation, it's getting better and better every day! Gan, you are still a growing hero!
Lu Rong was unarmed and didn't dare to confront Ji Wenfeng who was carrying a water gun, but he didn't want to go to the student union either, so he had a countermeasure when he rolled his eyes: "I can run for election, but I may not be elected."
Ji Wenfeng gently held his hand: "Don't worry, I know you won't be chosen."
Lu Rong: "..."
Ji Wenfeng: "So I have already prepared. I proposed to Teacher Zhu Renliang to set up a new position called 'Student Council President's Little Secretary', which will be designated by the student council president himself. You prepare and prepare, and choose a day to take up the post."
Lu Rong: Ahhhh!
Ji Wenfeng used his banknote ability again! Not only did he bribe the election, he also directly created a job out of thin air and appointed him internally!
Could it be that Lu Rong, the school bully in the south of the city, really wants to walk around the campus with a title like "Little Secretary of the Student Council President" that looks like the cover of avi.
Never!
First the little slave of the patron, and now the little secretary of the student council president! Rumor has it that Lu Rong is who he is!
Ji Wenfeng hooked his little finger: "Are you happy?"
Lu Rong looked shy: "Happy."
But he thought coldly in his heart: Either this post should be abolished, or Ji Wenfeng should be abolished!