Bitter Tea [101 Mei Xuan]

After the final exam, the severely shortened winter vacation came.

During this time, Meng Meiqi had a pretty good life. Because of the unfortunate bronchitis, Fu Jing was like a different person. She used to dislike herself, but now she came to the infirmary almost every day to bring her snacks. Also earnestly told her some life principles.Meng Meiqi enjoyed it very much at first, and didn't feel anything, but after a long time, she realized that something was wrong. Did she commit any crime?So serious that Fu Jing, who has no conscience, educates her every day?

Of course, Meng Meiqi made indirect inquiries more than once, but she didn't say anything, only nonsense that don't flirt, now is not the time to fall in love.

It's really inexplicable, when did she fall in love.

Fu Jing blinked and stared at Meng Meiqi, as if she didn't know what to say.

This matter is considered to be the end of the story, and seeing the winter vacation approaching, the school has made another moth.

National No. [-] High School is the best high school in the city. It has always set an example for other high schools. Whether it is a sports meeting or other large or small events, it will be taken out to study and study repeatedly. .

From the standpoint of National No. [-] Middle School, if students are recruited with great fanfare for make-up classes, nine out of ten they will be reported immediately. If the remedial class fails, they will be fined, but if there is no class, all other high schools will secretly make up for it. They can't When I was idle, several grade directors held a three-day meeting, arguing and arguing to determine a plan, that is to let students with excellent grades give them extra lessons.

This division of excellent grades, no accident should be the top ten in the grade, and it needs to be a freshman. Nothing, anyway, students learn from each other.

When Meng Meiqi first heard about this strategy, her eyes almost rolled to the back of her head. Even her students could see that this plan was impossible to carry out. Could teachers like them really do it?

Sure enough, the teacher in charge said later that he had a chat with the top ten students in the second grade, and they almost never have time for the winter vacation, and the students in the first grade are also very repulsed by this plan. , The final decision is that two students will open two classes, one class with fifteen students, and the teaching plan is to be determined.And these [-] people are the top [-] in our first grade.

The head teacher took a look at the report card and said, "In that case, there are four students in our class, Ren Xing, Yao Yu, Cheng Ze, and..."

Meng Meiqi heard the sound of heartbreak.

"Meng Meiqi."

At the dinner table, Meng Meiqi's face was gloomy.

Cheng Jieling took two mouthfuls of rice, and tapped Meng Meiqi's head with her index finger: "What are you thinking, eat."

Meng Meiqi sat up straight, picked up a piece of chicken breast with chopsticks, and said, "I might have to take tuition."

Cheng Jieling didn't take it seriously: "Then make it up."

Meng Meiqi's brows were still frowning: "It's the brother from the second year of high school who came to tutor us."

Meng Guohai took a sip of wine, his face flushed slightly: "I'm still a student, what do you do for tutoring, what does your teacher think?"

Meng Meiqi said: "I also think it's unreliable, but I heard that both of them are in the top ten of their grades, and their academic performance is particularly good."

Meng Guohai snorted: "No matter how good the grades are, they are still students. Students can just study. What classes do they teach?"

Cheng Jieling frowned: "Why can't students teach? Then some children are smart. Can't you help students who are not doing well?"

Meng Guohai put down his wine glass: "Our child is still in the front row of the grade, do we need him to teach?"

Cheng Jieling also put down the bowls and chopsticks, and put her elbows on the table: "Everyone has room for improvement. If it's not the first, it means there is still a goal to work hard. So what if you learn from others?"

Meng Guohai seemed to have heard the joke: "If you have time to listen to that, you can go to a class directly, and you women are only greedy for such a small advantage."

Cheng Jieling frowned, and was about to slap the table, but was stopped by Meng Meiqi: "This is a must, you can't be absent, let me tell you, what are you doing?"

Meng Guohai lowered his head and took a sip of his wine. Chen Jieling stared at him for two seconds, shook off Meng Meiqi's hand, and went to the kitchen with his rice bowl.

The sound of bowls and chopsticks colliding was as clear as usual. Meng Meiqi looked at the vacant corner of the table and lowered her head to take a few mouthfuls of rice.

Meng Meiqi was very surprised when she received the call from Ren Xing.

Although Meng Meiqi's grades in the class are in the front row, the grades of her friends who are close to her are quite miserable.The head teacher and other teachers have talked to her carefully because of this, hoping that she will not be "leaded to bad" and let her get along with the top few in the class.Of course, Meng Meiqi didn't take it to heart. A few good students in the class wrote the questions and ran to the office as soon as the get out of class was over, and there was no one in sight.Talk to them a few words, and they can tell you ten truths with earnestness, every time you hear it, Meng Meiqi's teeth ache.After doing this several times, they simply stopped communicating with each other.People are good people, but it's a pity that they go in different ways.But now that one of the good students called him, Meng Meiqi was a little confused about her intentions.

After answering the phone, I realized that there was more than one person on the phone, and the other three students who needed to attend the special cram school seemed to be there.Confused, Meng Meiqi got up from the bed and checked the class schedule. It seemed that it wasn't time for class yet.After chatting with the person on the phone for a few words, I finally understood what they meant.

A few of them signed up for classes outside, and they were not going to the cram school prepared by the school.

Meng Meiqi just mourned for the brother in charge of teaching, and the person over there said again: "We think it's a waste of time, there is a better cram school here, which is very famous recently, and we all came, do you want it?" Come?"

Meng Meiqi was taken aback, she had never considered this.

But the result was of course negative. For her, it was unnecessary for the school to prepare a cram school. Similarly, it was unnecessary for her to go to another class with a big price, so she politely refused.

There was still some time before the first class, Meng Meiqi packed her schoolbag, sat at the desk and flipped through her sticker album. The reports and photos in it were all carefully cut out of newspapers and brochures. There was a murder case , there are celebrity gossip, lost and found, travel guides, and Meng Meiqi's favorite decryption game.Whenever she encounters something interesting or interesting, she must collect it and paste it in this big sticker book. This is one of her few hobbies.

The alarm clock set on the mobile phone rang, Meng Meiqi checked the time, put her schoolbag on her back and took the bus card and went out.

When I passed by the stall of octopus balls, I couldn't help but smell them. I bought a mustard seaweed flavored balls and carried them happily to the place of class.

Guessing that almost everyone had arrived, Meng Meiqi was about to go in through the back door. The moment he pushed the door open, he met the people on the podium, and the next moment he was struck by lightning, and he was stunned in place.

There was no one in the classroom, and there was only one person sitting on the podium, which was Wu Xuanyi.

She raised her eyes, with a little surprise in them.

Meng Meiqi took a step back, looked at the house number on the door, and then at the text message on the phone announcing the class, all of them were correct, so what's going on?

Her teacher should be grade No.9 Zhang Rui, why is Wu Xuanyi sitting on the podium now.

Meng Meiqi reacted for a while before walking in slowly. The classroom is not big, so she chose a middle seat to sit down.

The octopus balls were still smelling, but Meng Meiqi didn't think about eating them for a while.

After Meng Meiqi took out the math book slowly, Wu Xuanyi broke the silence: "Zhang Rui's family took him abroad, there is really no other way, so let me take the place."

Meng Meiqi pursed her lips and said with a smile, "Of course I'm fine. Thanks for your hard work, senior."

Wu Xuanyi lowered her eyelashes, and said after a moment of silence: "It's not hard."

There were only two people in the classroom, and the sound of flipping books was particularly obvious.Meng Meiqi looked up at the clock. Twenty or ten minutes had passed, and she was still alone.

This group of people won't all discuss it, so they won't come? ?

This is really embarrassing.

Meng Meiqi propped her forehead with one hand, and took a peek at Wu Xuanyi.There are some old high school textbooks in front of her, wrapped in a pure white book cover, and a neat stack of test papers and notebooks are placed on the other side. She should come after careful preparation.Looking up, she was sitting upright holding a pen, wearing a black and white striped base and a simple denim jacket, her black hair slid down her earlobe, her drooping eyebrows showed seriousness, as if she was thinking seriously wearing something.

Finally seeing Wu Xuanyi without school uniform, Meng Meiqi suddenly thought so.

Then I thought, how beautiful it is.

The minute hand pointed to the bottom of the dial, three and ten minutes passed, and Meng Meiqi flipped through the book twice, but there was still no sign of anyone coming.She hesitated for a while, wondering if she should tell the other people that it was Wu Xuanyi and not Zhang Rui who came to teach the class. They probably would come back immediately after hearing the news.

Meng Meiqi took out her mobile phone and was about to edit a text message when Wu Xuanyi suddenly said, "It looks like I can't go to class today, or you should go back first."

Meng Meiqi felt that she had misunderstood the purpose of taking out her mobile phone, and said, "Actually, let me tell you, you don't have to wait anymore. They all went to report to work together and won't come."

After thinking about it, he added a sentence: "This is their mistake. If they find out later that it was actually you, the number one student in your grade, who came to teach, they will probably regret it to the point of harakiri."

Wu Xuanyi laughed softly: "It's okay, I'll wait here until the end of get out of class, it's self-study."

Meng Meiqi didn't understand why Wu Xuanyi listened to the teacher so much. She had already said that no one would come, so she said angrily, "Sister, don't waste your time here, and no one will pay you."

Wu Xuanyi raised her head, with a smile in her eyes: "Okay, it's okay, I have nothing to do anyway."

This tone seemed to be coaxing a child, Meng Meiqi blushed for no reason, and an emotion called stubbornness jumped out and raged in her heart.Meng Meiqi picked up a chair with her schoolbag on her back, walked to the opposite of Wu Xuanyi, put the chair down hard, and sat on it with her legs stretched out.

Meng Meiqi threw her schoolbag on the podium, and said beyond doubt: "No one came anyway, and I have nothing to do when I go home, so you can make up lessons for me."

There seemed to be light in Wu Xuanyi's eyes, and she said with a smile: "Don't you like going out to play?"

Meng Meiqi said unhappily: "There are so many words, there is no opportunity for one-on-one tutoring, so teach me well." Pushing the small octopus balls in the bag towards Wu Xuanyi: "Tuition fees."

Wu Xuanyi stretched out her hand, untied the knot on the bag, picked up a bamboo skewer and inserted a small soft ball, followed it with one hand, and held it in front of Meng Meiqi: "The tuition fee is three balls."

Meng Meiqi pursed her lips, took Wu Xuanyi's hand holding the bamboo stick, and leaned forward to bite the fragrant and soft little ball, with a proud look on her face.

The light in Wu Xuanyi's eyes became brighter, and the smile on the corner of her lips deepened.

Meng Meiqi felt that there must be something wrong with her taste system. The little balls were obviously mustard-flavored, but they were so sweet to her heart.

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