What if you don't want to fall in love with the school bully?

There was a bruise on Yang Shaoqing's back, and bruises on his waist and abdomen. When Jiang Qixiao applied the medicine to him, he didn't react at all, as if he didn't feel anything.

Jiang Qixiao snorted secretly, and pressed down hard on the bruised part.

Yang Shaoqing shuddered and immediately jumped up, frowning tightly, "Hey!"

"I thought you weren't in pain." Jiang Qixiao smiled, "Come on, sit down quickly, I won't mess with you."

Yang Shaoqing glared at him, and said in a very impatient tone, "You are so annoying." After speaking, he sat back slowly, this time Jiang Qixiao didn't mess with him, and carefully applied the medicine to him.

Jiang Qixiao pursed his lips and remained silent.

Yang Shaoqing has a good figure, without any fat on his waist, and his skin is too fair, so the marks left by the fight look very scary.

"You said you are so white as a man." He couldn't help but said.

Yang Shaoqing's skin is much fairer than most girls, what if one day he finds a girlfriend who is darker than him and makes girls feel inferior.

"I can't get tanned naturally, what can I do." Yang Shaoqing snorted.

Jiang Qixiao curled his lips, helped him wipe his back and then patted it there twice: "It's alright, alright, go home quickly."

Yang Shaoqing put on his clothes, took out a piece of toilet paper, wiped his face, and walked towards the door, stopping when his hands touched the door.

"Jiang Qixiao," Yang Shao tilted his back to him, and said in a very serious tone, "I'm sorry, I didn't expect this kind of thing to happen today."

If he knew that Zhou Laoqi would act today, he wouldn't have involved innocent people, and even made Jiang Qixiao take a stick for him.

He really should apologize to Jiang Qixiao.

Jiang Qixiao was taken aback by his words, he didn't expect Yang Shaoqing to apologize to him, and then smiled: "Oh, it's okay, after all, I live in your house, so I can't watch you get beaten, right?" .”

"Also," Yang Shaoqing pursed his lips, and said quickly in a low voice, "Thank you."

Jiang Qixiao wanted to say a few polite words, but he quickly opened the door and left.

This silly boy.

Jiang Qixiao dragged his aching body to the toilet, wiped it casually with a towel, changed into pajamas, and lay down on the bed, but he couldn't even turn over, and his collarbone hurt so much that he couldn't sleep.

Anxiously, I took my phone and flipped through it. After watching the short video for a while, I found it boring. I clicked on WeChat and saw a small red dot in the circle of friends.

It's a new post from the younger brother of the Yang family, "Middle and high school students need private chats for make-up classes. The fee is not low. Those who refuse to talk too much and are not motivated."

Without a picture, or even an expression, Jiang Qixiao can imagine his younger brother posting impatiently on Moments.

He even made his own claim and said that the fee was not low, and he didn't even ask his own opinion.

Jiang Qixiao couldn't help laughing, he thought it would take a long time for his younger brother to help him get some business, so it seems that this meal was worth it.

When Yang Shaoqing opened the door and entered the house, his mother smelled the medicine, but his mother knew from his face that no matter how much he asked him, he would not tell the truth, so she just asked worriedly.

The first time Yang Shaoqing fought with others was in the fourth grade of elementary school. At that time, they lived in the countryside. One day when he came home from school alone, some boys in the sixth grade stopped him and said, "You look so good-looking, you have to take off your pants to see if it is true." Not with handles."

Yang Shaoqing was unconvinced in his heart, even when several people surrounded him, he didn't show any signs of timidity. He picked up a stone and went up it, and when he was caught, he bit his teeth and scratched with his nails, and fought back desperately.

As a result, he was beaten black and blue, but in the end he was not stripped into his pants, but the few who saw him hid from him.

Going home with traces of being in a mess, no matter how hard my father and mother pressed me, I didn't say a word.His temper has been so stubborn since he was a child, and the Yang family had no choice but to enroll him in boxing lessons as soon as they moved into the county, for fear that he would suffer a disadvantage outside.

At this time, Yang Shaoqing said to his mother that he was fine and entered the room.

His body smelled like medicine, and he couldn't even take a bath, which made him very irritable.

Taking a few deep breaths, he sat down at the desk and took out a black notebook, unfolded it, and began to write what happened today.

He doesn't keep a diary every day. He only records his mood when something happens or he feels very emotional. It is a method that his Chinese teacher in junior high school told him to improve his composition.

But it was of little use to him, the notebook was not half full, and his composition level was still in the form of a journal.

It took me 10 minutes to roughly describe the whole process, and I read it again. At the end, I touched my chin and thought about it, and added a sentence at the end: "Jiang Qixiao looks like a good person."

Closing the notebook, he took the mobile phone and opened Moments to edit the text. Since Jiang Qixiao looked like a good person, he decided to help Jiang Qixiao advertise for free.

what to write...

For Jiang Qixiao, high school courses seemed to be no problem at all, so junior high school students could be too.Then he had to pay for it. He personally felt that if Jiang Qixiao's level was lower, he would lose money.

And then, don't talk too much, it's annoying.

Those who are not self-motivated can't have it, it's even more annoying.

After Yang Shaoqing finished posting the news, he turned off the phone and put it on the table, turned off the light and fell asleep with his head covered.

Jiang Qixiao's first feeling when he woke up was that he was too stupid last night, to have the thought that a meal was worth it.

The muscles in my body are all aching, a kind of pain from being overstretched, which should be the reason why I haven't exercised for a long time.Not to mention the collarbone, he felt a little more swollen, and his neck hurt.

Where did he get the courage to rush forward!

Jiang Qixiao struggled to wash up, and lay on the sofa breathing hard. It was past nine o'clock, and he was debating whether to order takeaway or lie quietly for a while.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door, and there was only one person who would knock on his door so early.

Opening the door, seeing the handsome young man in front of him, Jiang Qixiao suffocated for no reason.

"What?" He asked angrily, frowning.

Yang Shaoqing shook the hand holding the bun in front of his eyes, "Bring you breakfast."

The steamed stuffed buns were full of fragrance. As a northerner who mainly eats pasta, Jiang Qixiao immediately became hungry.

It's not that he hasn't tried eating the pasta bought here a few days ago, but he always feels that the taste is not right, and he doesn't like it no matter how much he eats.

"My mother made it. It's delicious." Yang Shaoqing looked at his expression and stuffed the bun into his arms impatiently.

Jiang Qixiao swallowed his saliva, caught the bun and stood aside for a while, asking Yang Shaoqing if he wanted to go in.

Yang Shaoqing hesitated for two seconds, then stepped in.

Jiang Qixiao closed the door and couldn't wait to eat the warm buns. He sincerely praised Aunt Yang's craftsmanship.

too delicious!

No wonder opening a small steamed stuffed bun shop can support my brother who seems so difficult to support.

Jiang Qixiao hadn't eaten the buns from Yang's Baozi Shop yet, one reason was that he didn't want to go so far for breakfast, and the other reason was that Uncle Yang and Aunt Yang would definitely not charge money, so he was embarrassed to go.

Yang Shaoqing saw that he was eating with gusto, and thought to himself, is it really so delicious?Why do you feel that the taste is average when you eat it?

Yang Shaoqing cleared his throat, "I asked you for you last night, and I told you that you charge two hundred and fifty-one lessons."

"Two hundred and fifty-one classes?" Jiang Qixiao's eyes widened: "Is there anyone here? It's so expensive."

In this place where the standard of living and consumption are generally not high, Jiang Qixiao doubts very much whether someone will spend so much money on supplementary lessons for their children, two hundred and five for one session, and at least four sessions a week, which is only 1000 yuan.

What happened to Yang Shaoqing, the merchant set the price without even discussing with him, what if no one came.

"I picked ten people for you." Yang Shaoqing glanced at him, "Three will go to the first year of high school, and seven will go to the second year of high school."

In fact, there were hundreds of people who came to see Yang Shaoqing. He carefully selected among them for a long time, and opened the school system to check the grades of these people before deciding on these ten people.

"Then when can you bring them to my store, I'll arrange a time for make-up lessons." Jiang Qixiao finished the buns in twos and poured a glass of water to drink.

Yang Shaoqing raised his eyebrows, "Don't forget to supplement my Chinese, my goal is to score above 120 in the college entrance examination."

Jiang Qixiao: "..." I have a big appetite.

I silently recalled the composition of Yang Shaoqing's Chinese test paper in my mind, and I went off to the ends of the world, thinking about 120 or more.

Well, it was tough, really.

"From now on, when you buy a high school book, you must memorize ancient poems and essays every day, no matter how long or short it is." Jiang Qixiao sat down next to Yang Shaoqing, leaning on the sofa.

Yang Shaoqing was choked at once, and his voice raised a few decibels unconsciously: "Regardless of length? Are you crazy? Writing ancient poems silently is only worth a few points."

A question with at most six points, asking him to recite a poem every day?be sick.

"Hey." Jiang Qixiao raised his eyebrows and glanced at him from the corner of his eye, "What do you know? Memorizing it is good for you. Not only will you score more points in the exam, but it will also give you a literary influence, so that you don't know it. Feeling the charm of the ancients, writing essays may add points."

"..."

Yang Shaoqing was speechless by this talk, and what Jiang Qixiao said seemed to make sense.

"Let's go." He walked to the door with a worried expression.

"Hey, I have to check it every day. Let's start tomorrow, and memorize it seriously."

Yang Shaoqing: "..." I'm so annoyed.

Jiang Qixiao was not in a good mood because of his injury before, and was immediately amused by Yang Shaoqing's reaction. One class is [-] per student, and each person makes up four classes a week. This way, he is not far from getting rich.

He never thought that in such a small place, he would make so much money by making up lessons for others. He felt that the most he could do was to maintain food and clothing, and the younger brother of the Yang family had a way out.

After lying comfortably at home for a day, Jiang Qixiao chose to get up and open the shop since the next day was Monday.

Work and rest time must be stable.

He made himself a cup of coffee, picked up the books he bought online and sat in the store to read them. Maybe everyone was busy on Monday, but he was the only one in the store quiet until the afternoon.

The collarbone was injured, and he couldn't sleep on the table when he was sleepy, so he could only lean on the chair and take a nap.

When Yang Shaoqing came in, he saw this picture. Jiang Qixiao was holding a book in his hand, and his fingers were resting on a certain page, gently pinching the paper. The sun shone through the window below his chest, gently With his eyes closed and his mouth slightly open, the light reflected on the book hits his face with a faint warm light. His eyelashes are very long, as if the short hairs on his face can be clearly seen.

At that moment, Yang Shaoqing really wanted to take a picture of this peaceful scene with his mobile phone.

He watched quietly for a few seconds, until the people behind him also walked in, he stopped watching, walked over and gently pushed Jiang Qixiao awake.

Jiang Qixiao shuddered, and opened his eyes in a daze. Seeing Yang Shaoyi followed by several men and women, he immediately woke up.

"Ah, everyone is here, please sit down." He stood up and greeted with a smile: "Let me introduce myself first. Let me introduce you."

There were three girls who came, two of them were sophomores, their eyes drifted towards Yang Shaoqing from time to time, and the rest were boys who were not talkative.

After they finished introducing themselves, Jiang Qixiao took the initiative to make drinks for them, asked about their respective time, and offered to charge 200 yuan per hour if they could accept one-on-one tutoring, and the original price if they had to be one-on-one.

Everyone in the second year of high school agreed to one-on-one counseling, and the girls in the first year of high school chose one-on-one tutoring.

Jiang Qixiao guessed that the two little girls probably agreed because they thought they could attend classes with Yang Shaoqing.

After scheduling classes, leaving their phone numbers and names and letting them go.

Seeing the backs of these people walking, Yang Shaoqing paused and said, "I will listen to your lectures with them in the future?"

"No, of course you are tutoring alone." Jiang Qixiao said with a smile: "Would you be happy to let you recite poems in front of them?"

Yang Shaoqing: "..." Also.

With a cold snort, he picked up his schoolbag and went upstairs.

However, the corner of his mouth was inexplicably raised because Jiang Qixiao was tutoring him alone.