My heart beats for you under the moonlight

The next day, Su Xian got up early. Seeing Lu Xiran sleeping soundly, he couldn't bear to disturb him. After quietly washing up, he gently closed the door of the dormitory.

Although it was a holiday, the school cafeteria was still open for students who stayed in school. This was Su Xian's first interview. After looking through the materials she prepared yesterday again, she still couldn't bring up her appetite for breakfast, so she went to the bag. He stuffed two packs of ration biscuits that originally belonged to Zuo Yueyao 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 entrance of the school. 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. Prevent yourself from getting lost.

The management of the villa area is quite strict. The security guard checked with the owner of the household before letting her in. After entering, Su Xian faced the single-family villas that all looked the same. She went back and forth no less than three times before she found the place. .

I pressed the doorbell and waited for a while before someone came to open the door. What I saw was a middle-aged woman who was estimated to be in her forties. Her skin was pretty well maintained, but the swollen bags under her eyes made her face look a little haggard. She was in a wealthy area, so it was a good idea to come here. Su Xian, who was interviewing, was very approachable, which reminded her of Zuo Yueyao's mother, a person who was equally friendly 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 put on: "I am the child's mother. The interview news was sent to her by the child's father. Yours, she told me you would be here in the morning.”

Su Xian put on his slippers and did not go in without permission. Instead, he listened carefully to what the other party said: "Have you had breakfast? I happened to make some porridge in the kitchen. If you don't mind, let's go together." Eat some?"

Looking at the way they treat guests, you can tell that they are people with excellent qualities.

Su Xian declined without conscience: "I have eaten."

"Then sit over there in the living room for a while, and I'll call them."

Su Xian sat down on the high-end leather sofa in the living room. Because it was the first time she entered such a luxurious residence, she was a little nervous. Fortunately, after constant comfort, her heart slowly calmed down. She looked around and saw that the large living room was being cleaned. It was spotless. There was a glass vase on the coffee table filled with flowers. If Su Xian saw it right, the flowers were arranged quite artistically.

After waiting for a long time, she didn't see any movement upstairs. She couldn't help but secretly check her 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 and stuffed it into his mouth.

Before she finished eating a biscuit, she heard footsteps on the stairs. She quickly stuffed the biscuits back into the bag, then put the bag into her bag and hid it. Some of the operations were so hurried 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 man of the house.

Su Xian only glanced at it and sighed in his heart. In terms of appearance alone, the male master was really not worthy of the mistress's temperament and appearance.

This is probably because everyone has their own preferences for radish and green vegetables.

"Hello, Mr. Jiang." Su Xian greeted proactively.

"Sit." The male host waved his hand and sat down opposite Su Xian. Su Xian could smell the residual alcohol smell on him from a distance of more than a coffee table.

The hostess poured her husband a glass of lemonade and returned upstairs, probably to call the children.

Su Xian's carefully prepared resume only stayed in the hands of the male host for a few seconds before being abandoned on the coffee table. "You are a student of Nanjing University. I'm sure you won't be any worse. I won't read your resume." Yes, those awards and the like are all fictitious. I only look at the results. Every Saturday afternoon from two to four o'clock, two hours, don't be late. Of course, if you need to take extra classes in the middle, I hope you can Try to cooperate as much as possible. My son is in the third year of junior high this year and will take the college entrance examination in one year. I hope his English scores can improve as soon as possible."

The process was much simpler than Su Xian imagined, and the results were good. However, the tone and attitude of the male host were completely different from those of the female host.

"My surname is Jiang. You can call me Mr. Jiang or Mr. Jiang. That person just now is my wife, whose surname is Tao. My son has the habit of sleeping in. You can communicate with her when her mother calls her down."

The fifteen-year-old little boy was in his rebellious stage. Su Xian was not very sure that he could communicate smoothly with this boy. He secretly prayed in his heart that this little thing would never follow 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 something happened. The little person who had been waiting for a long time and arrived late, almost caught up with her height, stared at Su Xian with a look of disdain, wishing that something could be seen on her body. He didn't stop until there was a hole, and his attitude was very unfriendly.

It probably disturbed his sweet dream, but the baby's anger hadn't dissipated yet.

"You take them to the study room and try to teach them a lesson first. If there is no problem, the matter is settled. I will go out after breakfast in a while. You can take care of it."

This was said to the hostess. After the hostess obediently took away the untouched glass of lemonade, she led Su Xian and the reluctant baby into the study.

The study room is spacious and bright. There is a large desk and two swivel chairs facing the window. There is also a royal couch next to it. There are a row of bookshelves around it. The bookshelves are filled with books. Judging from the newness of the books, They were mostly used for decoration, and there were two rows of figurines on the bookshelf on the other side.

These valuable figures were just toys for the rich kid. One of them was held in his hand and he played with it without blinking an eye.

"Jiang Zhengxing, follow your sister and learn hard, and mom will cook your favorite braised pork."

The hostess reminded Su Xian with some worry: "This child's temper is good and bad. If there is anything that makes you unhappy, just be patient. I will talk to him well later."

After the child's mother left, Su Xian finally learned what it means to have good times and bad times, and was convinced that the mistress of the house would never be able to control this rebellious child.

The child named Jiang Zhengxing threw the pen and paper she had prepared on the floor in front of Su Xian, and used the backpack on the table as a drawing board to draw a big pig's head with a watercolor pen.

Su Xian's bag can be considered a veteran. He carried it from high school to college, and he has feelings after all. He was a little angry because of this torment, but when he looked up at this child with a face full of arrogance and childishness, he suddenly felt It reminded me of my own childhood.

Her mother was still there at that time and had a headache for her.

Quietly, he picked up the things on the ground one by one, placed them in front of him and pressed them with his hands, "Don't want to learn? Or do you still hate me?"

"I don't want to learn! I hate you too!"

It's childish.

"Then tell me why you don't want to learn and why you hate me. If I can accept what you say, then I will leave immediately."

"Really?"

"I always keep my word."

Xiao Jiang had an expression of victory written on his face: "I only have two days of rest. In addition to homework, I also have to make up classes. I have to take math class on Saturday morning, English class in the afternoon, and study on Sunday." Guitar, I hate learning guitar so much, it makes my fingers hurt."

This has become a common norm among wealthy children nowadays. Parents are afraid that their children will lose out at the starting line, so they rush to sign up for various training courses. Su Xian suddenly felt very grateful for his family's poverty and his mother's generosity. She had a complete childhood and expressed some sympathy: "Then why do you hate me?"

"Because you are here." Xiao Jiang made no secret of his rejection.

"I'm the one who teaches you English, so you hate me?" Su Xian's little anger slowly dissipated: "In other words, you don't hate me as a person, you just hate me because I come to teach you. ,Is it right?"

Classmate Xiao Jiang thought for a while: "It seems so."

"Then have you ever thought about it, if you drive me away, will your parents give up tutoring for you? You are so smart, and you know that it won't be possible. They will find someone else for you, and you will still Can’t escape.”

"So?" Under Su Xian's soft words and coaxing, his guard gradually relaxed.

"So you might as well accept me. Firstly, you don't really hate me. What if the next person your parents find is someone you hate? Secondly, I can make your English scores improve by leaps and bounds, so you You can use your grades to negotiate conditions with your parents, and the condition is that you no longer learn guitar."

"Can you really make my English score better?"

While chatting with classmate 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 small scores were written on the paper. Who would be a parent? I think everyone will be angry if they see it.

Just by looking at it, you probably know how to teach this doll.

Zuo Yueyao once told her that the key to learning lies in the thorough understanding of basic knowledge. If you do not master even the most basic principles, then all subsequent efforts will be in vain.

Su Xian agrees with this sentence 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 this child's temper was bad, but it was not bad enough. He just needed a little guidance.

As expected, classmate Xiao Jiang began to think seriously, and Su Xian patiently waited for his answer.

"to make!"

"Okay, then let's make it a deal." Su Xian showed a satisfied smile: "Every Saturday, I will only study for two hours, and I won't take up one more second of your time, but you have to promise, Within these two hours, you must 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 did you imagine?" Su Xian was also curious.

"Very strict, not talkative, and always criticizing others."

Su Xian guessed that these impressions of Jiang Zhengxing were probably derived from other tutors. Sure enough, he heard him add: "Just like my math tutor, who is gloomy and annoying every time he comes. My parents and I He said he should change her, but my dad refused, saying she was a good teacher."

"Then did she teach well?" Su Xian asked again.

"Yeah." Xiaotian thought for a while: "It's not bad. The teacher praised me for my math score last time."

Su Xian touched the back of his head: "So, everyone has their own ambitions. Maybe they have that kind of personality, and there's nothing you can do about it. All you have to do is 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 her head to one side: "You are only a little older than me, but you are like my mother, nagging like an old woman."

Su Xian glared and pretended to be angry: "It's better than you little prick!"

"You're an old woman!"

"You are a little prick"

"Old woman!"

"Stingy head!"