Destined To Love You

Naturally, Shu Yang couldn't go to the hospital. Jiang Ren stopped early. He was fine.

However, everyone did not want to go home with Jiang Ren.

Jiang Ren was disgusted, but he didn't mind at all. He told Meng he heard: "I'm going to school another day. May I bring you a gift?"

Meng heard that he didn't want it.

Jiang Ren did not realize that he was disgusted. They took a taxi back to the community, and he went back to his apartment.

When Meng Ting and Shu Yang returned home, Shu Yang asked her: "You and him..."

Meng Ting changed her shoes, and when Shu Yang saw that scene, she said nothing was good now. Meng Ting could only say softly: "I have a sense of measure."

Shu Yang looked down and stopped asking.

If this happened to Shu Lan, as the twin brother, Shu Yang would sternly keep her away from that person. But this happened to Meng Ting. He and Meng Ting grew up together. Shu Yang couldn't be more aware of how worry-free this step sister was.

Meng Ting was not Shu Lan. The greater instability factor was Jiang Ren, who was like a fierce wolf cub. It's not easy to mess with.

Meng Ting went to school the next day.

She took out the pear stuffed by her grandmother from her schoolbag and gave it to Zhao Nuancheng. The pear stuffed in white porcelain bottles was beautiful and mellow.

Meng heard a little happy. In the past, Zhao Nuancheng returned to her hometown to bring things to herself. This was the first time she could bring home specialties to Zhao Nuancheng. After all, she was still a seventeen-year-old girl with a second family member. She was very happy and said with a smile: "This is a specialty of my hometown, but the alcohol level is high, you can't drink more, take it back to uncles and aunts to taste."

Zhao Nuancheng touched the pear blossom stuffed stuff, very strange: "That's awesome."

The leave that Meng Ting asked for was relatively long, so there were a lot of things in the past few days, copying notes, and completing the necessary papers. Have to rethink the dance costumes.

She ran out of money. If she wanted to dance, she couldn't do without dancing shoes and dancing costumes.

She used to have two pairs of dancing shoes in the box, but as she grew up several years old, those shoes were a size smaller and could no longer be worn.

When Meng Ting repeated his busy life, May came quietly.

Early summer in H city is also hotter than other places.

When the summer breeze blows through every corner of the campus, the students of No. 7 Middle School put on summer uniforms. Their summer school uniforms are also regular, one set of blue and one set of white, with black pants underneath. An art word seven and two slashes on the sleeve of the dress.

In the words of the girls, compared to the Japanese campus style on TV, their school uniforms are like linen bags.

However, as a joke, everyone in the city of H is proud of their children being able to wear this school uniform.

Before the hottest period of summer this year, the classrooms of No.7 Middle School began to install air conditioners one after another.

The whole school is so excited about it. They thought they would have relied on the broken electric fan to squeak and squeak in the third year of high school, but they didn't expect to install the air conditioner in no time!

Liu Xiaoyi, the most informed person in the first grade of high school, said while eating potato chips: "That's because the principal received a sponsorship. Junyang Group."

"Fuck, from the Jiang family?"

The classmates are not stupid. Someone immediately contacted Jiang Ren and asked them their average score some time ago.

"Their family donated a lot of money to the school, then will Jiang Ren come to our school to study?"

The boy doing the exercise laughed and said, "He doesn't understand when he comes."

A burst of laughter.

But it is also true that Jiang Ren's total score in the six subjects may be their scores in any of the two subjects.

And Jiang Ren, who they didn't understand, was irritably putting his hands behind his head and putting his long legs on the table.

Their vocational high school issued Chinese grades again.

Because it was a language, Jiang Ren was much better this time, but He Junming scored more than 30 points in the test. Jiang Ren took more than fifty tests.

He Junming paid tribute to his test paper: "My brother Ninja is so awesome, you actually wrote a composition, let me take a look at what you wrote."

Jiang Ren's composition is only twenty minutes.

He writes scribbledly, does not quote classics, and does not write argumentative essays. The teacher who corrected the papers gave him twenty-odd ink points.

He Junming watched it for a long time, and there was no topic in the whole story. Jiang Ren had written a composition in the exam before. He found it troublesome and usually just empty. In order to make up eight hundred characters this time, he just found a few sentences in the previous reading, and barely made up eight hundred characters.

He Junming couldn't smile: "Brother Ninja, your composition level, hahahahaha!"

Jiang Ren was so annoyed that he snatched it over: "Go to the side."

He actually realized that he didn't have the mind that was born to learn. Even if he doesn't eat, drink or sleep for the next year, and read books every day, it will be difficult for him to get into the seventh middle school. But the old man on the podium was spitting, and when summer arrived, he always wanted to sleep.

The second semester of the second semester of high school is a special semester, because it is too much for the third semester, so late self-study is added. Summer vacation will also usher in make-up classes.

Jiang Ren still stayed in the vocational high school. Dong Jiang was dissatisfied and called him: "The money is gone, why are you still messing around in that broken school?"

Jiang Ren shook his legs and didn't raise his eyelids: "I don't understand when I go. It's more comfortable to sleep in a vocational high school." The desk is flat and the temperature of the air conditioner is suitable.

Jiang Dong was almost stunned by him.

Jiang Ren said, "Blam me? You are not born to learn."

Jiang Dong scolded him: "Asshole, although Lao Tzu is not, but you. Mom is, why didn't you see that you inherited the domineering gene."

Jiang Ren sneered: "Maybe she doesn't look down on you, she doesn't show affection, and she doesn't even want to give you some genes."

Jiang Dong cursed.

Jiang Ren hung up the phone.

It is the same thing to argue with Jiang Dong, but he is also quite upset. For several million, he changed the preaching of exterminating old Ni Fan Huiyin.

So after school, Jiang Ren put his hands in his pockets and went to the next-door No. 7 Middle School to find the principal.

The principal was looking at the document. Jiang Ren knocked on the door and smiled lazily: "Principal, discuss something with you?"

The Seventh Middle School has conducted three speeches recently, on Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday.

For three consecutive days, I listened to the school’s propaganda to help my classmates. I loved my classmates and was positive. I had to remember my alma mater and my teacher. The students are going crazy.

The main idea is probably: students with good grades should help students with relatively poor grades. Just like the previous national policy, rich first brings rich second, one truth. Good grades can also consolidate knowledge through this.

After listening to the three-day sutra, Zhao Nuancheng was a little puzzled: "What is the school doing?"

Meng Ting didn't know, but this speech was obviously useful. Many students in the class were more active in asking questions. When people ask her, she is often very patient in explaining.

On Thursday, Meng Ting finally knew what the school was going to do.

I have collected five million people and have to repay the debt.

The dean called the first place in the first year and second year of high school. Meng Ting and another girl named Song Qinqin.

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

The dean of teaching said: "I am calling you here today, mainly because I want to ask you one thing. And mention the scholarship amount."

Meng Ting is also poor, she raised her eyes to listen.

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

Meng Ting's heart was pounding.

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

The teaching director coughed, with a serious expression: "Of course, it is not a free reward. The school hopes that you can help your classmates, explain knowledge, teach learning methods, and don't hide yourself."

Meng Ting had never concealed personal information before, and nodded when he heard this. Song Qinqin was very excited, blushing, and nodded quickly.

"So, the school here hopes that you can take two days a week to study in the evening, to make up lessons for students who have not good grades, is it okay?"

Meng Ting was stunned. She had studied high school knowledge for two lifetimes, so naturally she didn't miss this time. Even if it is a tutor, there will not be such a high price. She thought the school was going to open a training class for backward students and called for help, so she nodded.

Song Qinqin also agreed, she was only a freshman, and there was time. There are not many self-study evenings two days a week.

They signed, and the teaching director was relieved.

The dean of teaching focused his eyes on Meng Ting and frowned. He is not prejudiced, but this girl is too eye-catching and beautiful, will it be a bit if you give that master a make-up lesson? 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 freshman knowledge, you two discuss how to distribute."

Song Qinqin said: "Senior sister, I supplement English, chemistry and biology, can you supplement others?"

Meng listened without partiality and nodded.

They didn't know the situation, so they decided to have a look together on Friday night. See what students need to make up for.

So on Friday, when the classmates were studying in the evening, Meng Ting left the classroom with the math book from the first year of high school. She was very serious. Before going there, she thought about how to talk and prepared lessons.

The summer wind is warm, the night breeze blows, and the plane trees rustle.

The make-up classroom is on the first floor of the small ladder.

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

Meng Tinghe met Song Qinqin on the small staircase. She also brought the textbook and arrived on time.

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

However, Meng was dumbfounded when he saw the young man sitting in the first row.

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

Meng Ting didn't think about it, 20,000 yuan is him!

Song Qinqin blushed. Jiang Ren looks good, and when he smiles softly, he has a unique charm. She stammered and said: "Hello classmates, I am also a student, just call your name. 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, introduce yourself."

Meng Ting hugged the book in her hand tightly: "Meng Ting." She was very correct in Mandarin. The "Ting" had a back nasal sound, and there was a soft whisper. Jiang Ren looked at her student ID when she knew her name, but now listening to her own name, she can't tell her the seriousness and sweetness.

Damn, so good.

"Teacher Meng, what do you teach?"

Meng Ting held back her face and said seriously under the light, "Chinese, math, physics."

So the first class, logically speaking, she took Chinese.

Song Qinqin went over and asked, "Is there anything you can't do? I will make a record." She hadn't met Jiang Ren, so she didn't know her. Song Qinqin is actually happy. It's much better for one person to make up lessons than a group of people.

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

After flipping it for a while, Song Qinqin said: "..."

She originally wanted to see the wrong question, but in the end, she opened her eyes wide to see if there was a right tick. She was wrong, so it's better to teach a class.

Meng followed the door and came in.

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

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

She was sitting upright with her long eyelashes down. I also asked him like Song Qinqin, with a gentle voice naturally: "Is there anything wrong with language, mathematics and science?"

Jiang Ren couldn't give her the papers about mathematics and science. His eyes were full of smiles, and the smile was a little bad: "Little teacher, I can't do anything? Is there any help?"

She bit her lip and was helpless. Bastard!