City of Streamer

The basic physics classes are taught by him. But he retired last year and was hired to teach at Yenching University. you know him too? "

So familiar, it won't go anywhere. Wu Yunchi took Feng Shizhen's attitude seriously.

Feng Shizhen asked, "Where is Young Master Wu now?"

"Still studying." Although Wu Yunchi looked mature, his appearance was the same as that of Rong Jiashang, between a teenager and a young man, like a young pines and cypresses, with immaturity, but already a tall and upright posture against the wind.

"Brother Yunchi is the first batch of students at the Whampoa Military Academy. He was temporarily suspended for half a year because of his injury. He came back from Nanjing to recover." Rong Fanghua's tone was full of pride, and he looked at Wu Yunchi with affection.

"It is a man's duty to protect the family and the country." Feng Shizhen praised, "Soldiers are the pillars of the country, and Wu Shaohao is admirable."

Wu Yunchi looked at her with a smile, "As a man, you naturally have to shoulder the innate responsibilities. It's not easy for Miss Feng. She came out to support her family at a young age and must have suffered a lot."

Feng Shizhen disagreed, "Since ancient times, there have been many capable women, and nowadays there are also many new women who go out to work. I don't think it's anything. I envy your men, who are free and unrestrained, and can walk into the vast world, show off their skills and show their talents. "

The two chatted away and on, never mentioning their encounter at the ballroom yesterday. Wu Yunchi has the laziness and slickness of a playboy, but he is actually very easy to deal with. On the other hand, Rong Fanghua was left out and a little sullen.

Rong Jiashang sat on the side, devotedly dismantling a plump hairy crab, disdainful of the things around him. Feng Shizhen glanced at him calmly, making sure that he must have felt his sight. But the handsome young man still didn't react at all.

After the meal was finally finished, Wu Yunchi said goodbye, and Rong Jiashang followed him out the door. Feng Shizhen didn't say five words to Young Master Rong from the beginning to the end, but he knew that this young man was not as easy to deal with as she thought.

She originally thought that Rong Jiashang was not yet twenty years old, not even a young man. It is not surprising for a young rich boy to be abandoned by his family since childhood. His temperament is not surprising, but he is obviously not as stupid as rumored, and he is even somewhat unspeakably shrewd.

Probably all the children in the world who seek a living under the hands of their stepmothers are precocious due to some circumstances. Obviously, his notoriety was mostly due to the Huang family.

After taking a nap, Feng Shizhen went to the study to find a few English-language scientific journals, returned to his room, and spent the afternoon away. For dinner, she used a bowl of noodles in her room, and focused on solving a math problem in the magazine on the straw paper.

Seeing her like this, Chen's mother admired her a little more, "Mr. Feng doesn't even look up when he starts learning, beware of hurting his eyes. I'll give you a brighter lamp tomorrow."

"Thank you so much then." Feng Shizhen smiled, stood up and stretched, "It's getting late, Ma Chen should also go to rest."

Mother Chen had a lot of questions and wanted to inquire, but she couldn't stand Feng Shizhen's gentle and firm attitude of seeing off guests, so she sneered and left. #####

Tutor Nine

Rong Jia smelled of alcohol and entered the house in the dark. He threw his coat on the back of the armchair, and was about to turn on the lamp on the table when he suddenly saw through the window that the light was on in the room in the west wing facing him. The figure of the governess was walking around the house.

The lit room in the dark night is so striking, like a glowing jewel box, where every move is clearly visible.

Feng Shizhen had his hair half pulled and was wearing a light white western-style nightdress. The light penetrated through the thin fabric to outline the girl's youthful and slender waistline, and the round **** loomed under the collar.

What is this woman doing?

She thought that no one could see her living on the roof?

Young Master Rong stretched out his hand to ring the bell, wanting to call an auntie to remind the other side, just to take the opportunity to humiliate him. But when his hand touched the bell, it stopped.

The woman seems to be dancing.

Xu raised his hand, jumped, and spun lightly. It was as if an invisible lover was holding her and dancing with her.

The autumn night is quiet, the stars and rivers in the sky are vast, and the streamer passes through the ages and thousands of years, and is projected on the retina. There seems to be a silent dance song floating in the air, melodious and melodious, making people's hearts want to move. Under the dim light, the girl in the white dress looks like a lady in a Western oil painting, she is graceful and graceful, full of the original and natural beauty of women.

The long hair that was held together suddenly spread out and draped over his shoulders. Feng Shizhen stopped, gathered his hair again, braided it into a fluffy braid, and put it on his chest. She didn't continue dancing, but leaned against the window, staring at the vast night in a daze.

Rong Jiashang sat in the dark for a while, then got up, closed the curtains, and turned on the light.

Almost immediately, there was the sound of the curtains being hurriedly drawn on the opposite side.

Rong Jia imagined the woman's hasty and embarrassed expression, and smiled lightly in a low voice.

In the future, I will never see the beautiful scenery again.

After breakfast the next day, Feng Shizhen sat in the study with textbooks, waiting for the students to come to class.

Rong Fanglin and Rong Fanghua entered the study a few minutes in advance, and they both brought their own textbooks and were fully prepared.

The two of them previously studied at Qingxin Girls' School, which is also a very good girls' school. In the first half of the year, there was a typhoid fever in the school, and both girls were unfortunately recruited. It took two months to go home and raise them, and their homework was left behind. Rong Fanglin is very strong. He wanted to enter the Chinese and Western Nursery School, so he pestered Mrs. Rong to take a leave of absence from school. He planned to work hard at home for half a year and go directly to the Chinese and Western Nursery School in the spring of next year.

Feng Shizhen took out the test questions that he had prepared a long time ago, asked the two girls to do them, and then commented and analyzed them one by one.

"Fang Lin, you remember a lot of words, but you don't have a solid grammar. So you usually speak fluently, but you rarely get high marks when you do paperwork. Fang Hua is just the opposite, and you need to memorize more words."

The two girls nodded again and again. Rong Fanghua also temporarily put aside Feng Shizhen's jealousy and listened carefully to her explanation of the textbook.

The clock ticked from eight to nine-thirty, and Young Master Rong was still hard to find. Feng Shizhen waited for a long time, and finally couldn't help but ask, "Is there something wrong with the young master today?"

Rong Fanglin sneered and said, "eldest brother went to play with brother Yunchi last night and didn't come back until late. I'm afraid I haven't gotten up yet. Sister Kang, go see if the eldest young master is up?"

Sister Kang responded outside the study and hurried away.

Another half an hour later, Feng Shizhen had finished the class. When the two female students packed up their textbooks and were about to leave, the door of the study was suddenly pushed open, and Young Master Rong walked in with a blank expression.

He was wearing a light smoke-colored Chinese-style gown today, and he looked tall and handsome, with the demeanor of the elegant son of Shijia in poetry.

Rong Fanglin snorted mockingly and glanced at Feng Shizhen, saying that his guess was indeed correct.

Rong Jiashang suddenly turned his head towards Rong Fanglin and said, "Big sister, take medicine if you have a cold."

Rong Fanglin blushed with anger, shook his head and ran away. Rong Fanghua was a little afraid of this elusive eldest brother, so he shrank his neck and slipped away.

Feng Shizhen packed the scratch paper on the desk and said, "Young Master, you are two hours late."

Rong Jiashang walked over slowly, pulled out the chair and sat down, picked up a piece of scratch paper and looked at it, a disdainful smile appeared on the corner of his warm mouth.

"Mr. Feng didn't come here specifically for class. What difference does it make if I don't come to class?"

Feng Shizhen calmly said, "My wife invited me to teach, and I have received my salary, so of course I have to fulfill my obligations. If the eldest young master doesn't want to listen to my lectures, he can tell his wife and ask her to hire Gao Ming. Otherwise, I will be you for one day. Sir, I will take care of you for a day. Have you brought your book? It doesn't matter if you don't, someone will bring it to you. You should make this paper first."

Rong Jia stretched out his slender and well-proportioned fingers, took a look at the paper, and smiled jokingly again, but without saying anything, he picked up the pen and began to write.

Feng Shizhen sat opposite and looked at him calmly.

This was the first time she had looked at this young man calmly and calmly in a brightly lit place.

Rong Jiashang is indeed very handsome, with long eyebrows and phoenix eyes, fine and picturesque, with clear outlines, but she is not feminine. Even if he is sitting casually at the moment, he has a habit of straightening his back and flat shoulders, exuding a neat and upright military style. He is like a tall and straight tree, planted in the verdant courtyard of the Rong family, so out of place.

I believe he also has a deep understanding of it, so he has those indifferences to cover up his inner irritability.

"It's done." Rong Jia raised his head, pushed his hand, flipped the paper over on the table, and slid it in front of Feng Shizhen.

Feng Shizhen picked up the red pen to correct one by one, making crosses all the way, without changing his face.

"Zero." Feng Shizhen wrote down the score and smiled at Rongjia, "Eldest young master is smarter than I thought. It is easy to get a low score, but it is difficult to get a zero. Those who have the ability to successfully avoid every correct answer People are often people who can do everything. Especially in the last question, you seem to be using the wrong formula, but it is actually a shortcut to solve the problem. The final answer is wrong, just because you clicked in the third step Wrong decimal point."

Rong Jiashang stood up gracefully, staring at Feng Shizhen with a cold gaze.

"Maybe you really have some skills, but you can't teach me, Miss Feng." The handsome young man turned his back to the sun, looking taller and taller, full of oppression, "My wife and Yang Xiucheng chose you, what is it? You and I are well aware of your intentions. I am not interested in participating in your activities."

He pushed aside his chair and strode towards the study door.

Feng Shizhen sat at the desk, holding the pen in his hand tightly. She knew that if Rong Jiashang was allowed to walk out of the door of the study, it would be difficult to let him in. And the time he stayed in Rong's house will also enter the countdown.

She took a deep breath and stood up against the edge of the table.

"Master Rong, please stay!"

Rong Jia turned back, with some impatience in his eyes.

Feng Shi looked at him calmly and said, "I joined Rong's house and have no background. I need this job, apply hard, and be selected based on my strength. I don't know why Mrs. Rong chooses me. I don't want to know. "

Rong Jiashang still looked at her coldly.

Feng Shizhen said: "Mrs. Rong doesn't know about me going to the dance hall. I believe if she knew, she would never choose me. I don't know the Rong family. But as far as I know these two days, Mrs. Rong is in charge of ten In the coming year, everything is comprehensive, and I have never done anything unpopular - except to send you to Chongqing."

Rong Jia's face sank and his eyes were dull. Being abandoned by his family when he was young is obviously a pain in his heart.

Feng Shizhen threw his hands away, "So, I don't think Mrs. Rong will find a tainted governess. It doesn't do her any good. You know, I not only teach you, but also teach the ladies. The ladies are also affected and will be gossiped."

Rong Jia raised his eyebrows, his expression was cold and full of sharp beauty.

"Then what does this have to do with whether you taught me?"

"Mrs. Rong told me to teach you well, you are my duty." Feng Shizhen looked straight at him and said sternly, "Eldest young master, I really need this job, and I need to maintain me. This can be found for me. The reputation of a good job. Therefore, young master, I do not want to do anything out of the ordinary in the Rong family more than you. If I say that I promise to stay in the Rong family for a day, I will abide by my duty and do my duty as a teacher. Consider giving me another chance?"

Rong Jia looked at Feng Shizhen calmly, "Miss Feng, I know you are a top student at Jinling Women's University, and you managed to fool Yang Xiucheng's half-baked guy. But, I still say that. Even if you are really a family Teachers can't teach me either."

He stopped talking nonsense and went to pull the doorknob of the study.

"Then if I prove that I have the ability to teach you, you will accept my teaching?"

Holes in discourse are caught. Rong Jiashang released his hand and slowly turned around.

The young woman stood upright at the desk, her delicate face was flushed with a thin blush, her expression was determined, and her eyes were bright, as if a flame was burning inside.

Rong Jiashang sneered contemptuously: "Miss Feng, you don't know me. The military academy doesn't just teach us how to shoot and walk."

"I don't need to know your level of knowledge." Feng Shizhen said calmly, "I just need to show you what I am capable of. At that time, you can judge by yourself whether I am qualified to teach you. If you think I am unqualified, I will Immediately resign, no other words!"

Rong Jia copied his hands, and his curiosity and competitive spirit were successfully provoked.

"Miss Feng is very confident in herself. How are you going to prove yourself?"

Feng Shizhen spread his hands, "I'm here to teach English, French and mathematics. You can choose to test me in the same way."

Rong Jia raised his eyebrows, "Mathematics. How are you going to prove yourself?"

This choice is in the heart of Feng Shizhen. With a smile in her eyes, she bent down and took out something from her schoolbag, which lit up.

That's a set of playing cards!

Like a shooting star streaking across the silent night sky, Rong Jiashang's icy and cold eyes were instantly lit up, and his face showed the excitement of meeting a challenger, which added a new dimension to his already handsome face. A breathtaking beauty.

Feng Shizhen asked: "Blackjack, bridge, or Texas Hold'em?"

"Bridge." Rong Jiashang didn't hesitate.

Feng Shizhen smiled slightly and turned his palms in a gesture of invitation. Rong Jiashang unhurriedly untied his cuffs, rolled them up to his elbows, and sat down opposite Feng Shizhen.

Feng Shizhen's fair and slender fingers dexterously removed the big and small queens, skillfully shuffled the cards twice, and dealt the cards.

"Two wins in three games, and the eldest young master is invited to be the village."

"Promise." Rong Jia hooked his lips, showed a dazzling smile, and stretched out his hand.

The sun was shining, the long shadows of the trees gradually shortened, and the light grid on the study floor retreated. The dry and warm wind of early autumn blew in from the open window, lifted the light gauze curtain, and blew through the hair ends of the people in the house, but it could not dispel the strong smoke of gunpowder in the house.

There's a battle going on here. Feng Shizhen was like a snake, Rong Jia was like a fox, they met each other on a narrow road, missed a hit, and were entangled in each other, all desperately trying to bite each other's lifeblood.

Rong Jia took the lead in the previous step, and Feng Shizhen took the lead and pressed step by step to win the first game. Rong Jiashang was forced to a desperate situation, performed exceptionally well, and pulled the score back. Feng Shizhen, however, was very calm and methodically played his cards in his own way, like a snake biting the enemy, tightly entangled, tightening a little bit, squeezing the air in the opponent's chest, feeling the heartbeat of the prey a little bit. slow until it stops.

Rong Jia's handsome nose was dripping with sweat, and a thin blush appeared on his fair face, like a cloud dyed with the first rays of sunshine, adding an indescribable color to his appearance.

He is trying to save, trying to escape from Feng Shizhen. But this woman is like a spring breeze, but she has an extremely strong and ruthless wrist, biting him tightly, swallowing her lower abdomen inch by inch.

After the last round is over, the winner is already known without the need to count the points.

Rong Jiashang gritted his teeth, let out a long breath silently, stood up, and went to the side to pour water.

Feng Shizhen calmly wiped away the fine sweat from his forehead and put the cards in order.

Amidst the shuffling of cards, Rong Jia stood under the window and looked at this woman seriously for the first time.

Feng Shizhen has a beautiful and dignified face, with a quiet beauty that makes it easy for people to regard her as a docile and weak woman. However, Rong Jiashang saw that there was a powerful soul behind this woman, showing her face in today's fight, which made him and a man feel a terrifying deterrent.

When confronted with an opponent, a strong desire to conquer climbed along the spine, as if the electric current was passing through, causing the heart to lose control.

Feng Shizhen collected the cards, stood up, and smiled at Rong Jia: "Thank you, young master, for accepting it."

Rong Jia swallowed his tea and whispered reluctantly, "You're better than me, and I'm convinced that you've lost. You can stay, and I won't say anything to my wife."

"Thank you, young master." Feng Shizhen smiled brilliantly, with a gleam of water flowing in his eyes, "Then, please come to class on time tomorrow."

Rong Jia nodded, still a little gloomy, and turned his head to look at the blue sky outside the window.

Feng Shizhen packed his schoolbag and walked lightly to the door of the study.

When she put her hand on the doorknob, she paused for a moment, turned her head to Rong Jiashang and said, "I haven't met a strong opponent like you for a long time. I used to be the president of the bridge club of Jinling Women's University, and I led the team in the university bridge club. In the alliance, the Quartet is slaughtered, and it is the king and hegemony. You don't lose, Rong Jia."

Rong Jia's expression changed, and he turned around, only to see Feng Shizhen's back. #####

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