In order to live for another three seconds, Duan Lei rationally did not answer his question. Listening to the stuttering recitation beside him, he took a deep breath and plunged into the terribly headache-inducing English again.
The students’ enthusiasm for learning was so high that Lao He was taken aback when he came to the first class. He went out repeatedly to confirm that he was not in the wrong classroom, and then entered the class with confidence.
Yang Fan has just arrived in Class 7. After last night’s self-study and this morning’s lecture work, he has already spoken to almost everyone in the class.
Lao He went through the process and asked him to introduce himself on stage, and the audience immediately burst into booing in good faith.
“…Don’t rush too hard, save a little strength for the back.”
Lao He was very happy. After finishing writing on the blackboard, he once again used the class time to do work for the students: “I heard that some students deliberately come to study early in the morning. This kind of spirit is worth encouraging. It doesn’t matter if you climb over the wall. It would be wrong if the wall happened to fall on the head of the director of the education department…”
There is no special situation in the back wall. Generally, no one cares about it. This morning, a boy jumped over the wall and didn’t look carefully. He happened to bump into the director of the education department who parked his electric car under the wall.
There is a notice just pasted by the director of the Academic Affairs Office directly above the electric car that electric cars are not allowed to park here.
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Then both parties left the scene quickly under the murderous intent of the director of the Academic Affairs Office.
It was a false alarm, and there was no need for Lao He to go to find people, but the story itself was still spread in various offices, and soon became the new gossip of the No. 3 Secondary School.
“Accident, accident.”
The boy who became one of the core figures of the gossip was very humble, responding to the notes from all directions in the class asking about the inside story: “At that time, the director and I looked at each other, and we had an unusual tacit understanding. At the same time, we turned around and ran away. The director said ‘Hey!’…”
The gossip lasted for two classes. After studying the history of the English language, the students in class 7 discussed with great interest where the electric car of the director of the education department ended up parked.
The teaching progress of the teachers in No. 3 secondary school is in line with most of the students. Yu Sheng’s own review progress is much faster than that of the teachers. After communicating with the teachers of various subjects, he basically continues to review according to his own progress during class.
Just after finishing a set of essay papers, Yu Sheng put down his pen, and was about to flip through the things Jin Linkun stuffed into his schoolbag when the cell phone on the table suddenly buzzed twice.
Only then did he remember that he forgot to mute the volume when he came out in the morning, so Yu Sheng pressed the volume button twice, picked it up and glanced at the news.
There is a make-up teacher in the temple: Friend, are you out of class yet?
There is a make-up teacher in the temple: What kind of style do you guys prefer, is it humorous or ruthless? Or quote a little more, or mention more anecdotes from English-speaking countries…
Yu Sheng thought about what he saw and heard just now, and replied: As long as you mention any English words, they should like it.
The make-up teacher in the temple seemed to be stumped by this overly broad request. The display of [the other party is typing] popped up and then disappeared, and no new message was sent for a long time.
After a while, he actually called directly.
Yu Sheng raised his eyebrows and picked it up: “What?”
He held his mobile phone in one hand, fumbled in his school bag twice with the other hand, and took out a carton of milk and two bags of small bread.
It was the first time to make a phone call at school, and he couldn’t hear clearly because of the noise around him, so Yu Sheng raised his hands and put the phone close to his ear.
After a while on the other side, Jin Linkun smiled: “… I’m nervous, I want to listen to you.”
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Yu Sheng put down his phone and glanced at the caller ID.
“Really, it’s me, I didn’t lose my phone.”
Jin Linkun knew what the child was thinking as soon as he guessed: “They——wouldn’t think my speech is bad, right? If the students don’t respond well, you can just cough to hint me—”
While talking on the phone with him, Yu Sheng bit the milk straw, choked on it, and couldn’t help coughing several times.
Jin Linkun: “…”
“Okay, it’s not as serious as you think.”
Yu Sheng suppressed his smile and cleared his throat: “Follow your schedule and just speak normally.”
He read the schedule yesterday, and it was so detailed that it could give people with zero English language knowledge enlightenment.
However, Jin Linkun couldn’t calm down. After finishing the powerpoint slides, he had to ask the members of the group in the summer camp one by one, and his good friends to help him see if it was suitable.
One o’clock in the morning is the starting point for most of the top students in the summer camp. After sending out the powerpoint slides, there will be a reply soon.
Xia Junhua: Kunshen, did you do this?
Cen Rui: Kunshen, is this what you are going to tell others?
Liang Yifan: Kunshen, can you actually speak English like this?
Ding Zhengjiao: Kunshen, does your conscience ache?
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Unexpectedly, it was the group leader who couldn’t bear it first. Yu Sheng held his head and watched the excitement from the sidelines. A group of people who had been controlled by Kunshen’s fear of speaking English revolted angrily and tortured Jin Linkun for one minute and thirty.
“…I’m afraid they won’t like it.”
On the phone, Jin Linkun smiled and said softly, “Your classmates are always nervous.”
The deep and soft voice came through the microphone.
Seeing no one else around, the gentleness in his tone became plain and obvious, almost like a whisper close to the ear.
Yu Sheng thought about how to encourage him for a long time, but before he could say anything, the bell rang before class.
The classmates scurry to return to their seats, and the sound of flipping and voices asking what class they were in were chaotic. Jin Linkun also heard the ringtone through the phone, didn’t say anything more, and urged him to hang up the phone.
Yu Sheng stuffed the phone into the table, changed the set of papers, and filled in the first few questions. The tip of the pen paused unconsciously for a while.
In the provincial school, Jin Linkun was hurrying to sort out the lesson plans for the first make-up class when the screen of his mobile phone beside him suddenly lit up.
Yu Sheng’s WeChat avatar and remarks are very cold and concise, and he just clicked on the screen, and the position of the opposite WeChat name suddenly changed once in a century.
The little monk said: Why in the world are you panicking?.
The little monk said: I think you’ll do great.
Evening self-study, the new make-up teacher brought a laptop and lesson plans early, and arrived outside the door of Class 7.
“What is Sheng-ge’s family tutor like?”
Yao Qiang couldn’t help being curious: “Male or female? How old is he? Is he really so powerful?”
Duan Lei concluded: “Anyway, it’s good to have a tutor.”
Yang Fan in the back row participated in the group discussion for the first time. He was very excited and couldn’t help raising his hand to ask: “Why is it good to have a tutor?”
Yao Qiang patted him on the shoulder: “Because Lei-ge has always felt that someone put a chip into Sheng-ge’s brain.”
“…”
Although there is no formal exam yet, Yu Sheng’s papers for several quizzes in the class are directly used as templates, especially the mock papers in the practice book last time, the answers are still posted on the back blackboard for students to visit and study .
The students in Class 3 and 7 of high school have always worshipped their Sheng-ge extremely blindly, but they still follow the basic laws of things. They believe that there must be some other auxiliary reasons for Yu Sheng’s sudden rise.
Especially after Yu Sheng offered to bring his tutor.
Although they knew nothing about this tutor who was about to make up lessons, all the students in Class 7 agreed that this must be a very powerful person.
“Let’s investigate this tutor for Sheng-ge.”
Duan Lei didn’t have time to chat with these people, so he glanced cautiously in Yu Sheng’s direction, and grabbed a group of younger brothers: “If he is taller than that man in black, handsomer than that man in black, and looks smarter than that man in black or is stronger, more powerful……”
The boy next to him didn’t understand: “Just betroth Sheng-ge to him?”
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The classroom suddenly fell silent again.
Yu Sheng was bargaining with the tutor outside the classroom, and didn’t pay attention to what the group of people were saying. He looked up at the suddenly quiet classroom, and continued to send two messages.
Yu Sheng: Alright, everything should be ready to welcome you.
Yu Sheng: Come in.
After encouraging him once, Yu Sheng flatly rejected the tutor’s request for more remuneration, and changed his WeChat name back.
Although Jin Linkun had already snapped the picture quickly, he was still very regretful for a while, and sent several messages in a roundabout way, trying to get a little premium on the remuneration for make-up lessons.
Yu Sheng bargained very straightforwardly: If you want to kiss, kiss. Don’t bargain with me anymore.
This move was obviously very easy to use. Two seconds later, the tutor who failed to raise the price lightly knocked on the door of Class 7 of Senior Three.
Just now Duan Lei, who was repeatedly emphasising with his younger brothers to win over this tutor and rescue Sheng-ge from the claws of the man in black, quickly raised his head and looked at the figure who came in: “…”
“Don’t talk about it!” The boy’s eyes lit up just now, “I think this tutor is more handsome than the man in black!”
Another boy looked at it carefully for a long time, and agreed: “He is pretty handsome, but it seems to be about the same height as the man in black.”
The third one nodded, watching the person who came in connect the computer to the multimedia: “I don’t know why, but it looks like the man in black can play…”
“…” Duan Lei was completely desperate for these people: “Wake up, he just changed into a silver-grey shirt!!”
The collapsed Duan Lei was banging his head on the desk, Yu Sheng looked at his boyfriend’s new attire, couldn’t help but raise his eyebrows, put down his pen and looked up.
Jin Linkun was making an opening speech. His high-quality silver-grey shirt was meticulously rolled up to his elbows. He looked even more handsome than usual, with a serious expression on his face: “From today onwards, I will temporarily make up lessons for everyone. Let me introduce myself, my name is Jin Linkun, I am classmate Yu Sheng’s—”
While talking, he looked under the stage and glanced around, just in time to meet Yu Sheng’s sight.
Probably in order to give the students a good head start and support the work of the make-up teacher who was a little nervous on the first day of work, Yu Sheng tidied up the table in a cooperative manner, sat upright according to the posture of a good student in his memory, and waited. Let him continue talking.
It’s a pity that the school bully either catches up on sleep every day or solves the questions by himself. It has been too long since he has attended class well, and his impression is still a little behind.
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Maybe a little behind.
Jin Linkun looked at the children who were sitting neatly with their left arms folded over their right ones, and their self-introduction suddenly got stuck in the middle of their speech.
Mingming was still haggling mercilessly on WeChat just now, and told him to talk if he could talk and leave if he couldn’t.
Jin Linkun coughed lightly, his heart was so soft that he could not help but raise the corners of his lips: “I am student Yu Sheng’s…tutor.”
One evening self-study lasted for fifty-five minutes, and Jin Linkun gave an extra five minutes to teach Class Seven for an hour.
He did a lot of homework, and he deliberately learned about the level of his classmates in advance. Started directly from the most basic grammar in junior high school, the lectures were detailed and careful, and the writing on the blackboard was also neatly written, without any cursive fonts.
Yu Sheng has been familiar with these contents for a long time. Originally, he wanted to coordinate with Jin Linkun and exemplify model behaviour, so he memorised the vocabulary for a while.
The extremely concealed but solid, deep-rooted pride that he had noticed in Jin Linkun’s eyes had already swelled in his chest before he himself had time to realise it.
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Even when Jin Linkun turned to write on the blackboard, he involuntarily took out his cell phone, aimed at the people on the stage, and adjusted the focus.
Then because Jin Linkun wrote too fast, before he turned around, he threw the phone onto the table in a hurry.
The second half of the make-up class is the time for practice and answering questions, and it also gives students who have just absorbed a lot of new knowledge a little time to digest and master.
Jin Linkun assigned a page of questions and cast them on the projection screen for the students to practise copying. Then he went down and went around the classroom to answer questions that occasionally raised their hands.
The attention of the students in Class 7 have been captured by the study session. For the time being, no one pays attention to the relationship between the tutor and the man in black. They concentrate on studying and discussing the topic. There is “Mr. Jin” on the left and “Mr. Jin” on the right.
Yu Sheng turned the pages of the exercise book slowly, and within two pages, a somewhat familiar shadow landed on the pages of the exercise book.
You can recognize this person by his shape. Without raising his head, Yu Sheng brushed him aside twice: “Rang Rang, Mr. Jin, you are blocking the light.”
Jin Linkun turned sideways for him in cooperation.
The effect of supplementary lessons seems to be pretty good, and he didn’t lose the momentum in front of Yu Sheng’s classmates.
After talking too much just now, Jin Linkun subconsciously cleared his throat twice, wanting to talk to him.
Throat-moisturising tea, with a little honey fragrance and sweetness, the tea leaves float in the light yellow tea.
Jin Linkun took a few sips, couldn’t help but raise the corners of his lips, and leaned over holding the thermos cup: “Kid, is there anything you don’t understand?”
He supported the back of Yu Sheng’s chair with one hand, and a faint warmth fell on the back of Yu Sheng’s neck and shoulders.
Yu Sheng put down his pen and raised his head to meet his smiling eyes.
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Duan Lei had just solved a grammar problem on his own, and he had a strong sense of accomplishment. He held up the paper and asked Mr. Jin to help him see if it was correct. When he raised his head, his voice suddenly stuck in his throat.
Right next to him, the humorous tutor who was quoted extensively from other sources leaned over, pressed the paper on Sheng-ge’s desk with one hand, and carefully explained the questions on it.
Sheng-ge, who was able to destroy the gangsters outside the school on the wall with one hand, seemed not paying attention at all. He looked up at the tutor for a while, leaned his shoulders back slightly, and rested his head on the shoulder of the man in the silver-grey shirt.
It was very slow, almost unnoticeable if you didn’t look carefully, and Yu Sheng rubbed lightly twice against his shoulder.
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