Bizarre Love

Chapter 93 Remedial Lessons (1)

If Meng Ting knew it was him, she wouldn't come, but if she came, she wouldn't treat him differently because it was him.

Jiang Ren said that she didn't know it, she thought about it, and took out the Chinese textbook for the first year of high school.

The first text of Compulsory One is Qinyuanchun·Changsha. Meng Ting asked him, Have you ever learned this?

Jiang Ren glanced at it. There were many notes in her book, and the notes for each sentence were written beside it. Their Chinese teacher was a rigid middle-aged woman. He had never listened to a class, so naturally he had no impression of this poem. However, looking at Meng Ting's expectant eyes, it seems that he should have learned it before.

Regardless of whether he has learned it or not, Jiang Ren nodded.

There was a little more smile in her eyes: Have you ever recited it?

Unable to talk nonsense, Jiang Ren said, No.

Meng Ting told him: There are ten points in reciting poems in the Chinese textbook for the college entrance examination. These are all sub-questions, so you must not lose them.

She is very serious, with a pink face. Jiang Ren smiled: Yes.

Song Qinqin flipped through the paper in despair.

She is going to die.

This person didn't go to high school, maybe he didn't go to junior high school. Her second younger sister in junior high school can do all the questions Jiang Ren can do wrong. Song Qinqin adjusted her glasses, and pulled Meng Ting hesitantly: Senior sister, come out for a while.

Meng Ting went to the door with her.

Song Qinqin knew that this senior was the school belle, so she looked even more beautiful when she got closer. She looked at it a few more times, and then said with a bitter face: He scored more than 20 in mathematics, and the correct multiple-choice questions are still the last two.

Meng Ting: ... She immediately understood what Song Qinqin meant. Most people answered the first two multiple-choice questions because the first ones were simple, but Jiang Ren got the last two questions right, not because he knew how to do it, but because he guessed right.

If you don't know the first multiple-choice question, it proves to be a real zero foundation.

Meng Ting didn't know why, but wanted to laugh. She bit her lip, her little face flushed red: He is the best among poor students.

Song Qinqin thought so deeply.

Song Qinqin said: The appointment is signed, I will go back and study how to speak. Today I will speak Chinese, senior sister, you are all right by yourself, right?

Song Qinqin left when Meng heard that it was okay. When he left, he took Jiang Ren's papers with him.

In the early summer night, there are occasional insects chirping, and the weather has not been known yet. It is not noisy, because the school has installed air-conditioning, and finally no longer need to rely on old fans to dispel the heat.

With the sound of the air conditioner running, Meng Ting sat down beside him.

Around a table sat him and her.

Jiang Ren was stunned.

He never thought that Meng Ting would sit with him. When she gets along with him, she always avoids mostly. Even though he knew that she had a gentle personality and loved to laugh, but because of his irritable personality, she always said he was annoying.

They sit at the first table.

Jiang Ren has only sat at the same table with friends since he was a child. The boys play ball in summer, which is dirty and smelly. And at this moment, the girl next to him is fragrant and soft.

She doesn't hold grudges, Jiang Ren has already discovered that, even though she was about to cry at the airport last time, she still looks warm and bright today. He quietly touched the scabbed teeth marks on his arm, and moved a little closer to her.

Meng Ting opened the textbook and pushed it between the two of them.

She has the experience of giving lectures to children, and often gives lectures to classmates, because it is the most comfortable way to spend an evening self-study. Don't look backwards.

Meng Ting asked him: Let's talk about Chinese first today. I'll go home on the weekend and look for junior high school tutorials on mathematics and physics, okay?

She tilted her head and asked him, a seventeen-year-old girl with clean eyes.

Jiang Ren had never been with her so peacefully before, her tenderness was like water flowing through the bones, making one's whole body numb.

Jiang Ren said blankly: Okay.

Meng Hearing: Then I'll tell you what I recited in the first two lessons. Listen carefully, and read the phonetic notation for any words you don't know.

Jiang Ren's heart was pounding.

He likes her tenderness, but he has never received this kind of treatment. But I didn't expect that she would be so serious and friendly when she agreed to tutoring.

Meng Ting read Qin Yuan Chun to him, explaining while reading.

Then there are two modern poems.

Rain Lane, Farewell to Cambridge.

The two are not love poems, they are better than the soft tone of love poems.

Her voice is sweet on a summer night, like Wu Nong's soft words——

The golden willows by the river,

is the bride in the sunset;

The beauty and shadow in the waves,

Ripples in my heart.

Jiang Ren also felt that his heart was rippling.

The green dragonfly on the soft mud,

flamboyantly swaggering at the bottom of the water;

In the gentle waves of the Cam,

I am willing to be a water plant!

For the first time, he felt that a poem was beautiful. In her eyes, he was almost drowning.

After Meng Ting finished reading, he explained the meaning seriously again. She spoke carefully, afraid that he would not understand, so she slowed down her tone, but the young man beside her was silent.

Meng Ting turned his head to look over.

The boy who was much taller than her didn't look at her book.

The white school uniform is thin, because the white will show through, and the girls in the school have complained many times.

His mind was too distracted, and his Adam's apple moved.

Meng Ting followed his gaze and lowered his head.

Meng Ting: ...!

The air was on fire, and she stood up with a flushed face: Jiang Ren! Where are you looking!

Jiang Ren: ...

Fuck, she finished reading so quickly?

Jiang Ren didn't do it on purpose, but she smells so good. He was originally reading textbooks, but the arm she showed was tender and white as porcelain. It was a pair of hands playing the piano, with slender fingers.

As he looked along, he saw her pure side face.

The silhouette of the light hit her cheeks, and the eyelashes were like crow feathers, hanging down gently, adoring her.

Then it moved down, and I really couldn't hold back.

He originally only intended to glance at it, but it turned out to be the same as being fixed. He thought over and over of her appearance in the Republic of China style buttoned shirt, with a slender waist and not enough to hold. After thinking about it, he couldn't hear anything, only her soft voice was in his ears, his throat was dry, and he wanted to swallow.

Meng Ting was about to die of anger: If you don't want to listen, forget it.

Seeing her blushing, Jiang Ren smiled and coaxed, Don't be angry, little teacher.

She was so angry and cute, her pink cheeks made people want to pinch.

Jiang Ren glanced at the podium, there was a teaching stick one finger thick on it.

Jiang Ren was afraid of her crying, and even more afraid of her leaving.

When he went to the podium to get the teaching stick, Meng Ting blushed in shame and quickly pulled off the tube top, it's over, it's done.

Jiang Ren gave her the teaching stick.

Then smiled and stretched out his hand: I was distracted in class, can you hit me?

Meng Ting blankly held the teaching stick and looked up at him. He said, Don't cry.

How could she like to cry so much? She pursed her lips: You are too good, I can't teach you well. She wanted to pack up her things and leave, she seriously lectured to him, and he looked at her! Just thinking about it makes me angry.

Jiang Ren was a little annoyed: I promise to be serious, can't you make it if you don't leave?

He was really afraid that she would leave, so relying on his height and long legs, he took a few steps to close the door.