death is your ghost

Mo Han found a part-time job as a tutor on the Second Ring Road, not teaching mathematics or English, but teaching history.

The employer’s child’s history is not good, and the knowledge in junior high school is all about key points. It’s good to memorize it during the exam, but the child is not interested in history, and he only memorizes a little bit after memorizing it. His mother is afraid that he will be dragged out during the high school entrance examination. He couldn't pass the key high school, so he asked a tutor to teach him.

When Mo Han applied for the job, he realized that he was the tenth to apply. The previous nine teachers were all run away by the child's prank.

The employer repeatedly confirmed that Mo Han was willing, and then thanked him for giving up obstacles to teach his children, and promised to pay half of the salary first.

When Mo Han entered the room, the child was sleeping on the office chair with his legs crossed, with a book covering his face.

The cover is an anime character with a gun on his back, short silver-blue hair, slender eyebrows, and a standard handsome man.

Mo Han pulled the miscellaneous books off his face, and the child threw a fist at him. Mo Han turned his head to avoid it, and let the fist hit nothing.

"Awareness of self-protection?" Mo Han laughed. In fact, he could see that the child was just pretending to be asleep, and that punch was also premeditated by him.

The child was not covered by the book, and the strong white light irritated his eyes, and he could no longer sleep. He changed his position and continued to lie on the chair with his eyes open, neither reading nor doing other things.

After a long silence, Mo Han spoke first: "My name is Mo Han, your current history tutor."

The child was silent.

Mo Han continued: "Like you, I'm actually not very good at history. I major in science."

The child finally glanced at him, and Mo Han asked, "Your name?"

"Yan Qiu." He purred, his voice very reluctant.

Mo Han took a step closer to him, faced him face to face, and asked some non-study questions.

"If you are not allowed to read a book now, what do you want to do?"

Yan Qiu gave him a strange look, as if searching and thinking.

"Fight." After a moment, he gave the answer.

"with who?"

"You." Yan Qiu spoke bluntly.

Mo Han couldn't help chuckling: "Why? Do I look like someone who can fight?"

Yan Qiu was a 16-year-old youth and frivolous, his eyes were slightly hanging, and the corners of his mouth were full of jokes. He said: "All the tutors my mother hired were beaten by me more or less, both men and women. I see that you are not happy."

Mo Han looked into his eyes and said relaxedly, "I thought you wanted to fight to protect yourself."

Yan Qiu became arrogant: "Knowing how to fight is useful at any time. I can fight back against those who bully me, and I can also fight off those bad guys who hurt my family."

There was a flash of hatred in Yan Qiu's eyes, Mo Han thought, another arrogant boy.

"Alright then," Mo Han said, "Does your house have a lawn?"

"Yes, why ask this?"

Mo Han pointed to the door: "Don't be bored in the room now, go out and practice for a while, I'll be your target."

Yan Qiu didn't believe it. Looking at Mo Han's lean appearance, he smiled softly. It was really courting death to fight against him. However, he didn't show mercy to those female teachers, let alone a man.Just do it, your nose will be bruised and your face will be swollen after a while, so don't beg for mercy.

Mo Han followed Yan Qiu to the lawn in the backyard. There are two flower beds on the lawn, decorated with light green. Sure enough, the rich family is very romantic, even the yard is so elegant.

Yan Qiu is wearing a baseball cap, which is his usual standard, a reversed baseball cap, a black jacket, domineering.

The two stood still, and Mo Han asked, "What moves do you use?"

Yan Qiu smiled, but didn't say anything, turned his face to the left, and kicked him sharply with his right leg.

Mo Han is also a person who came out of the fights, like this kind of kid who is eager to fight to protect himself, there is no move, just a routine, first kick the opponent down and then talk.

Because there is nothing else.

Mo Han shot quickly, his left hand clasped his ankle, his right hand went up again, and he moved forward, knocking his leg down with a force that didn't hurt his muscles and bones. Yan Qiu's center of gravity was unstable, and he fell miserably on the grass , the baseball cap on his head was thrown far away.

Yan Qiu didn't expect that he would fall to the ground in such an unrecognizable manner, his buttocks hurt from the fall, and he lost all face.

The culprit was still laughing like a beast, Yan Qiu didn't care about the pain in his back and buttocks, he got up quickly and swung his right fist to attack, Mo Han stretched out his hand to block it, at some point he jumped behind him, twisted his right hand to his back, Bow leg pushed him with a knee.

Yan Qiu screamed in pain, Mo Han let him hurt for five seconds before letting go to save his arm.

Yan Qiu still refuses to admit defeat, this is not only a matter of fighting, but also a matter of a man's face, being thrown around like a chicken, no one wants to win the round.

But without exception, they all lost miserably. Mo Han made a tough move, but he didn't let Yan Qiu see blood. This is the best of humanity.

After Mo Han threw Yan Qiu away for the last time, Yan Qiu finally yelled to stop, rubbing his back, which was probably bruised and purple, and collapsed on the lawn in embarrassment.

Mo Han looked at him condescendingly, and said, "How about it, do you want to come again?"

Yan Qiu didn't dare to look him in the eyes at all, his eyes were evasive, his tone became like a rabbit, and he muttered: "Did you learn to fight?"

Yan Qiu accidentally touched a bruise, and immediately grinned.

"I have practiced professional fighting skills."

Yan Qiu drooped his head, not wanting to speak.

Mo Han walked a few steps closer, squatted in front of him, and said: "To be honest, at your age, you always think that fighting is cool and cool. Maybe a group of children have fought together, but most of them are just for fun. , The moves you use are just punches and kicks, which are not lethal at all. If you really want to protect yourself and your family, your skill is not enough at all."

What Mo Han said was unfeeling, leaving no room for it, Yan Qiu's face blushed and turned pale for a while, and his breathing was unstable, as if he couldn't get out of his chest.

"Actually, fighting is not the only way to protect yourself. You have to have two things, money and power. If you have money, you fight with courage. If you don't have money, you fight with hooligans. I know your family It’s quite rich now, but at least it’s not yours right now, you can only earn it through your own efforts, of course, you can also use Enron.”

Mo Han looked at him and made a suggestion: "Well, I heard from your mother that you are only bad at history. If you study history well, I will practice fighting with you and teach you the correct fighting skills; if you It’s not good to look at, I will fight you and you will always be afraid of fighting.”

Young and energetic, Mo Han's words hit Yan Qiu's weakness, and also aroused his fighting spirit, he gritted his teeth, and said angrily: "Okay."

"Okay, let's go back, remember the events of the year well."

Yan Qiu gave him a white look: "Just remember, whoever is afraid of whom."

Mo Han smiled and watched him gradually disappear into the backyard.

Yan Qiu went back to the study, closed the door with a slam, and locked Mo Han out. Yan Qiu's mother heard the sound and came over to check, looked at Mo Han, and then at the closed door, a little embarrassed.

Mo Han waved his hand and said, "It's okay, I think he is reading history now."

His mother was a little surprised, but seeing Mo Han's gentle smile, she felt relieved a lot.

Because Yan Qiu closed the door and wouldn't open the door no matter who called, Mo Han had no choice but to go back first. When he got home, he didn't repeat the same food, and Mo Han felt a warm sun shining in his heart.

The next day, Mo Han went to Yan Qiu's house, the door of Yan Qiu's room was slightly opened, he kept an eye out, and through the open door, he caught a glimpse of a red elastic rope.

No wonder the door is open, there are tricks.

Looking at this posture, when the door is opened, something must fly out. Is it dirty water, flour or a bouncy ball?

Mo Han hid on the door latch and slammed the door hard. The door was pushed open by the force, and the stretched rubber rope loosened its strength. A yellow golf ball flew out quickly, hitting the opposite door with great attack force, and retreated back. A few meters, then slowly jumped a few times on the ground with the remaining strength, and rolled to the side.

The trap was removed, and Mo Han stepped into the house safely. Yan Qiu's insidious trick didn't work, and he didn't seem too annoyed. He just looked at the history book without saying a word.

Mo Han quietly accompanied him to read for half an hour, but within half an hour, he didn't turn a page of the book, his eyes didn't know where to stare, and his consciousness had already crossed the ocean.

Later, Mo Han asked softly: "Are you against me?"

Yan Qiu didn't say anything, Mo Han asked again.

"Yes! What can you do to me? Hit me!" Yan Qiu suddenly roared loudly, but it was unexpected. He knew that Yan Qiu, as a child of a rich family, had a bad temper and was not restrained since childhood. Someone came to take care of him, and he was still a person he couldn't suppress, and the depression in his heart existed all the time.

With a blank expression on his face, Mo Han walked to the door, closed the door, and immediately returned to Yan Qiu's side, pulled him over roughly, without sloppy movements, and sternly pressed him on the bed, unable to move at all.

Yan Qiu struggled, Mo Han held him down, and his voice was neither high nor low: "I fucking overestimated you, do you have self-esteem at a young age, eat your mother's shit and drink your mother's shit, it doesn't matter in your heart Well, so what if the bucket is inlaid with gold, how much water can it hold if there is a short board? Even this little thing can’t be done well, you still want to learn how to fight, and don’t pollute the ground if you want to die!”

"Who do you think you are? You don't study history. Why do you teach me? You're not afraid of misleading my disciples."

Mo Han smiled indifferently, and said, "Believe it or not, I can read your entire history book in two days, and I can learn faster than you."

Yan Qiu provoked: "Then you do it."

Mo Han angrily let go of his back collar, pulled his history book over, and said, "If I do it, are you inferior to me, a science student?"

Yan Qiu immediately swore: "If you do it, I'll fucking memorize this book. If you can't do it, I'll let you beat me, it doesn't matter how hard you beat me."

"it is good!"

Mo Han took Yan Qiu's history book, slammed the door, and went home by car.

Chi Yue saw that Mo Han hid in the room without saying a word, which was uncharacteristically disturbing, so he knocked on the door of his room to ask about the situation.

"What happened?"

"It's nothing, punish the stinky boy of the employer's house."

"Oh, take it easy, no wonder you come back so early, I'll bring you some fruit later, don't lock the door."

"understood."

For two days, really for two full days, Mo Han didn't come to Yan Qiu's house. On the third day, Mo Han kicked open the door of Yan Qiu's room with his history book.

Yan Qiu seemed to have been waiting for him a long time ago, and there were still a few test papers on the table, as if they were prepared for Mo Han.

Mo Han took the test paper and spent four to ten minutes writing it from beginning to end without any hesitation.

Yan Qiu was really startled. He took the test paper prepared by Mo Han and checked the answers. Except for the subjective questions and the given answers, some words were different, but the content and theme were the same.

How come, he cheated?But I stared at him to do it, even if there were doubts in the endorsement, seeing it would not be wrong.

"You don't need to write well, but you can't deceive yourself with your thoughts. It's up to you to work hard, or feel wronged and useless."

Most of Yan Qiu's arrogance was extinguished, and the discordant doubts in his heart were temporarily put aside. He has money and no worries about the future, and everyone has self-esteem. Then read and read Chapter 1 repeatedly, start from the beginning, learn it with your heart, and there is no reason to learn it badly.

Mo Han is not good at teaching history, but he has a way to guide others. For example, the time of historical events, you can rely on logical memory and associative memory to associate the process of the event or the homophony of the main characters with the time memory. easy to forget.

Also remember the order of certain important events, such as the correct order of Qin destroying the six kingdoms: Han Zhao Wei Chu Yan Qi, you can think of it like this: Qin Wang suffered a cold (Han), called (Zhao) imperial physician to check, and the imperial physician identified it as stomach ( Wei Bing prescribed a Chu prescription, which contained bird's nest and a complete range of medicines.

Common sense associative memory is very helpful for memory.

Yan Qiu finished reading Chapter 1. Although it took a long time to draw, the effect was good. He took the initiative to ask Mo Han to check the homework of the corresponding chapter, and the correct rate was 90.00%. Then he read Chapter 2 and then wrote homework. The accuracy rate is very high.

Mo Han told him that what he taught him was just learning skills, and that he had to rely on his own efforts to really learn a subject well, which only had [-]% to do with IQ.

After the day was over, Mo Han came to his house for five consecutive days to watch him study. Yan Qiu's progress was very fast, and he didn't forget what he had memorized earlier.

Yan Qiu is also a brain of science subjects, those mathematics, physics and chemistry topics are like cheating, all the way is unimpeded.

Like Mo Han, he may have a very smart head, as long as he applies his own methods to subjects with gaps, he will still be top-notch.

Since history has advanced by leaps and bounds, Yan Qiu's temper has become arrogant again. During his studies, he still played with Mo Han. He used both open and honest tricks and sneak attacks, but he never got into Mo Han's hands, and never once saw his distress from his face.

Mo Han also kept his promise. When he was tired, he took a rest and taught him the precise posture of fighting skills. He also told Yan Qiu that if you want to win a fight, you must have strength, strength in your arms, and strength in your legs. .

So Yan Qiu consciously ran, did push-ups and practiced dumbbells every day. In order to build muscles, he ate a lot of food.

Yan Qiu's mother saw that her child seemed to be a different person, she was both surprised and happy. When she asked him to study hard, she also told him not to be too stressed.

Time soon arrived on the 24th. As soon as I woke up in the morning, I was bombarded by phone calls from the class teacher and Ye Xiaye.Ye Xiaye is hahahaha, I can be admitted to F University!

It was Chi Yue who helped to check the grades. Mo Han squinted his eyes while brushing his teeth while listening to Chi Yue's movements. Chi Yue fiddled with Mo Han's phone for a long time and finally unlocked it. He couldn't find where Baidu is for a long time. Mo Han helped Uh, after brushing my teeth and face, I sat on the bedside and browsed the web by myself.

Chi Yue snatched it away, insisting on him to check it out, and then surprise Mo Han.

Chi Yue entered Mo Han's student number, clicked to enter, and was waiting to kill him, when Chi Nan's call came in, and Chi Yue answered it speechlessly.

"The score is enough to get an F major."

Chi Yue was impatient: "I know, I know."

Hanging up the phone like driving away mosquitoes, just as the web page was displayed, Chi Yue's pupils widened uncontrollably.

Mo Han wasn't nervous at first, but when he saw him suddenly like this, his heart skipped a beat.

Chi Yue said word by word: "You are only two points short, you are only two points short, and you are 690."

Mo Han was dumbfounded, isn't that 688 points?

This score is enough for the score line of F.

Chi Yue said angrily: "Let me just say, if you turn your back on "The List of Teachers", two points will definitely be deducted from it."

Mo Han didn't care, it might be fate, maybe that kid Ye Xiaye also deducted two points in reading comprehension.

Having said that, Ye Xiaye sent a WeChat voice.

"Fuck, old Han, fuck! You uncle, I checked my graded test papers for each subject, and two points were deducted for Chinese reading comprehension. You crow's mouth, you said before that I would deduct two points for reading comprehension."

Mo Han and Chi Yue looked at each other with a smile, and went back one way.

"Deserving it."

After the matter was over, Mo Han asked Chi Yue: "How much money do you think I can make by developing a fortune-telling side business?"

"Let's just lie to be as stupid as Ye Xiaye."

Mo Han pretended to think for a while, and said, "That won't work, there are few people who are stupider than Ye Xiaye."