Bizarre Love

Chapter 92

The teaching director called all the first graders in the first and second grades. Meng Ting and another girl named Song Qinqin.

Song Qinqin's family background is not good either. Study very hard.

The dean said: "I called you here today, mainly because I want to ask you one thing. I also want to mention the amount of scholarship."

Meng Ting is also poor, she raised her eyes and listened.

"The original first-class scholarship was 5,000 yuan, but now you two have increased to 20,000 yuan because of your outstanding performance."

Meng Ting's heart was pounding.

Two... twenty thousand? So generous. How could there be such a good thing.

The dean coughed and said with a serious expression: "Of course, it's not a free reward. The school hopes that you can help your classmates, explain knowledge, and teach learning methods. Don't hide your secrets."

Meng Ting had never kept secrets before, and nodded upon hearing this. Song Qinqin was very excited, blushed, and nodded quickly.

"So, the school hopes that you can take two days of evening self-study every week to make up lessons for students with poor grades. Is it okay?"

Meng Ting was stunned, she had learned high school knowledge for two lifetimes, so naturally this time is not short. Even if it is a tutor, it will not have such a high price. She thought that the school would open a training class for backward students and ask for help, so she nodded.

Song Qinqin also agreed, she is only a freshman, she has plenty of time. There are not many evening self-study two days a week.

They signed, and the dean heaved a sigh of relief.

The dean looked at Meng Ting emphatically and frowned. He has no prejudices, but this girl is too eye-catching and beautiful. If I give that master extra lessons, will it be a little bit? Forget it, five million, alas, the air conditioner is really comfortable. They are not old-fashioned like Fan Huiyin.

"Friday make up the first quarter, high school knowledge, the two of you discuss how to allocate."

Song Qinqin said: "Sister, I supplement English, Chemistry and Biology, can you supplement the others?"

Meng Ting was not biased, and nodded upon hearing this.

They didn't know the situation, so they decided to go to see it together on Friday night. See what students who need to make up lessons need to make up.

So on Friday, when the students were studying by themselves in the evening, Meng Ting left the classroom with the math book from the first year of high school. She was very serious, she thought about how to speak before she went, and she even prepared lessons.

The summer wind makes people warm, and the night wind blows, and the sycamore trees rustle.

The supplementary classroom is on the first floor of the climbing stairs.

That building is usually vacant, but now only 101 is lit.

Meng Tinghe met Song Qinqin on the small steps. She also brought her textbooks and arrived on time.

When two people stepped into 101, they thought about many scenes, such as a noisy class, or self-study.

However, Meng Ting was stunned when he saw the teenagers leaning against the seats in the first row.

The boy raised his eyes and said lazily, "Good evening, teachers."

Meng Ting never thought that the 20,000 yuan belonged to him!

Song Qinqin blushed. Jiang Ren looks good, and when he smiles gently, he has a unique charm. She stammered and said, "Hello classmate, I'm also a student, just call me by my name. I, my name is Song Qinqin."

Jiang Ren nodded, with a three-point smile in his dark eyes, looking at Meng Ting: "Little teacher, what about you, let me introduce myself."

Meng Ting held the book in her hand tightly: "Meng Ting." She pronounced Mandarin very well, and the "Ting" had a back nasal sound, a kind of soft murmur. When Jiang Ren knew her name, he had read her student ID card, but now when she heard her say her name, it was unspeakably serious and sweet.

Damn, so good.

"Teacher Meng, what do you teach?"

Meng Ting held back, and said seriously with her small face under the light: "Chinese, mathematics, physics."

So the first class, logically speaking, is her Chinese.

Song Qinqin went over and asked, "Is there anything you don't know? I'll make a record." She had never met Jiang Ren, so she didn't know her. Song Qinqin was actually happy, it was much easier to make up lessons alone than a group of people.

Jiang Ren found the papers of the other three subjects and threw them to her. Let her see for herself, Song Qinqin hurried to the side to check the situation.

After reading for a while, Song Qinqin: "..."

She originally wanted to check the wrong questions, but in the end, she opened her eyes wide to see if there were any correct ones. She is wrong, it is better to teach a class.

Meng Ting came in from the door.

The night wind blew her hair, making her waist slender.

She didn't lose her temper, she took out a pen and a notebook, and prepared to record what the poor students didn't know.

She lowered her long eyelashes and sat upright. She also asked him like Song Qinqin, with a naturally gentle voice: "Is there anything you can't understand in language, mathematics and science?"

Jiang Ren didn't give her the test papers of language, mathematics and science. His eyes were full of smiles, and his smile was a bit bad: "Little teacher, I don't even know what to do? Is there any help?"

She bit her lip, hopeless. asshole!