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"Let me introduce, this is Ren Yan, your future tutor." Duan Xifeng said to Duan Chuiyu, "Brother Ren Yan."

Duan Chuiyu pursed his lips and remained silent.

Duan Xifeng patted his forehead, "You child, do you know how to be polite?"

Ren Yan glanced at Duan Chuiyu, then looked elsewhere.

Duan Xifeng introduced to him: "This is my younger brother, Duan Chuiyu."

Ren Yan gave a "hmm" and said extremely perfunctorily: "Hello."

The voice is very soft and low, compared to the drizzle in spring, it is more like the evening wind in late summer, passing by without leaving a trace.

"Not yet?" Duan Xifeng stared at Duan Chuiyu dissatisfied, "If you don't call me Brother, then call me Teacher Ren."

Come on, it's better to be called brother than teacher.

"Brother Ren Yan,...brother." Duan Chuiyu shouted reluctantly pretending to be obedient.

A sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy has a strong sense of seeking his own space. The study room is on the first floor. Duan Chuiyu didn't like outsiders entering his room, so he went downstairs with his schoolbag.

The study room is very big, it was used by his father before, but after his parents divorced, it was left unused, but the aunt at home would clean it frequently, even if no one used it, it was still spotlessly clean.

Duan Xifeng briefly explained and went to busy with his own affairs.

"Did you finish your homework?" The man's voice was still low.

Duan Chuiyu was taking out the papers from his schoolbag, "Not yet."

Ren Yan nodded and said, "Look at the weekly exam paper."

Duan Chuiyu was stunned for a moment, almost unable to react.

His new tutor really cherishes words like gold. When he says a word, he is not even willing to bring prepositions and predicates.

Duan Chuiyu clicked his tongue in his heart, took out the weekly English exam paper and handed it to him.

"You do your homework first." Ren Yan said, plugged in the wireless earphones, and sat aside to scan the papers.

There is only a huge desk in the study, facing the floor-to-ceiling windows, and next to it is a lazy sofa. The tutor is leaning on the lazy sofa, reading papers with earphones plugged in.

This man was tall and had long legs. He stretched out one leg and slightly bowed the other leg. His trousers were slightly pulled up, revealing his thin ankles.

The water and soil in the south really support people, even the ankles are so white, Duan Chuiyu thought to himself.

Duan Chuiyu glanced at the white earphones in Ren Yan's ears, and thought to himself that his brother was tricked by an acquaintance, where did the pheasant tutor come from, so lazy.

Dissatisfied with dissatisfaction, Duan Chuiyu still concentrated on his homework, still maintaining his unique skills, with answers in his mind and mistakes in his writing.

Ren Yan stared at Duan Chuiyu's test paper without a word, feeling a headache.

Originally, I wanted to know the weakness of this classmate, okay, there is no place where this person is not weak.

He couldn't write with a pencil at all, and the clear and fluent English speech came from the earphones. He tapped the roll with his fingertips, and analyzed the terrible test with his scalp.

Duan Xifeng didn't wrong his brother, his brother's English is really bad, but Ren Yan always felt that these questions were too wrong, it was not written by a person with poor English, but rather written by someone who had no contact with English at all. of.

Duan Chuiyu wrote quickly, answered the questions quickly, concentrated his thoughts, and even forgot that there was a tutor sitting next to him. After he finished writing English, he reflexively took out other homework and began to write.

Ren Yan walked behind him at some point, and silently took away the English test paper that was under the math paper.

A faint citrus fragrance floated from the nostrils, and Duan Chuiyu's train of thought was suddenly interrupted, and he forgot where to draw the next auxiliary line according to the ruler.

"Continue to write yours." Ren Yan's soft voice fell from the top of his head.

Duan Chuiyu raised his head and met his gaze that fell at the same time.

The pupil color is the same as the eyelashes, deep black, like a bottomless dry well.

Ren Yan's expression was still very calm, but there was a gleam of light in his eyes, and he walked back to the beanbag sofa with the paper in his hand.

Duan Chuiyu raised his finger and rubbed the tip of his nose lightly.

I smelled it at the door of the bedroom before. There was a faint scent on this person, probably because he was wearing perfume.

But it's not the same as when his mother sprays on perfume, it's not strong, and it's not ostentatious.When the man leaned over to take away the English test paper, the citrus fragrance emanated from his fingertips.

Duan Chuiyu himself can't understand men wearing perfume, and always thinks women are chirping.

He clicked his tongue, and poked the tip of the pen vigorously on the scroll, and an ink dot smudged on the white paper immediately.

On the first day of make-up lessons, Ren Yan didn't teach anything for two hours, because he didn't know where to start to make up for Duan Chuiyu's current mastery.

Others are checking for leaks and filling in vacancies, but he is Nuwa mending the sky.

After two hours, Duan Chuiyu couldn't understand this tutor very much.

It’s fine to wear earphones all the time. It can be called a model of cherishing words like gold. Not to mention talking about topics, there is basically no normal communication.I just corrected his homework and asked him to repeat his problem-solving ideas.

Duan Chuiyu felt that this wave of operations was as disgusting as his math teacher's dictation.

He really cared about his brother's money.

We have to find a way to get rid of this paddling teacher.

"How is it?" Walking out of the study, Duan Xifeng asked Ren Yan about the results of today's tutoring with great anticipation.

Duan Chuiyu bypassed Ren Yan, slammed the schoolbag on his back, and stepped upstairs in two steps.

Duan Xifeng saw that he was walking in a hurry and his face was gloomy, so he asked, "What's the matter, did you criticize him? Why did you lose your temper?"

Ren Yan showed doubts: "lost temper?"

"Ah, that's the way he plays when he's petty." Duan Xifeng pouted his lips upstairs, "Keep your mouth shut and ignore people."

Ren Yan didn't understand the young master's temperament, so he was silent for a few seconds and asked, "Is your mother sure you want to send your brother abroad?"

"..."

Seeing that Duan Xifeng's face had turned green like an eggplant, Ren Yan couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth.

"What you said... Could it be that my brother's English is completely hopeless?"

"No." Ren Yan pursed his lips into a line, not knowing how to express the vague doubts in his heart, so he could only say: "I will try my best to teach."

The next day, in English class, Duan Chuiyu took out the papers of other subjects to brush the questions as usual, and did not attend the class.

Li Yi was heartbroken as a little troublemaker, and took the initiative to take Duan Chuiyu's English test paper to help him correct mistakes. It is normal for Duan Chuiyu not to listen to English classes. Li Yi asked him the reason before, but he didn't ask why.

Today's roll was unexpectedly clean, and one of the questions was correct. Li Yi was shocked.

"What's the matter with you? Did you hang up?" After class, Li Yi took the paper and asked Duan Chuiyu.

Duan Chuiyu fell asleep on the table after class. Hearing this, he reluctantly lifted his head, glanced at it from the corner of his eye, and then closed his eyes again.

"My brother found a tutor for me." Duan Chuiyu said lazily.

"Are you looking for a tutor again?"

Duan Chuiyu snorted coldly: "Pheasant tutor."

"All 100 choices are correct, is this a pheasant?"

"Have you ever seen a tutor who only answers the answers but doesn't give lectures?" Duan Chuiyu suddenly sat up, with a red mark on the side of his face, "He is not only a pheasant, but also a pheasant who can't crow."

Li Yi was amused by him: "No, I've never seen you so dissatisfied with any make-up teacher before. It seems that this one offended you?"

When Duan Chuiyu thought about it carefully, it wasn't the same thing.

I don't even know where my prejudices come from.

"Maybe it's because he wears perfume." Duan Chuiyu propped his head and randomly charged him with a crime, "I'm not used to smelling it."

nonsense.

Obviously it smells good.

During the lunch break, Ding Qi was called out by the director of the Academic Affairs Office, but there was someone else who really wanted to find him.

Ding Qi knocked on the door of the principal's office.

"Please come in."

"Principal Duan, are you looking for me?"

Duan Shixian stopped what he was doing, raised his head and said, "Sit down."

"I heard that you are the one who will lead Class 8 of the third grade this semester?" Duan Shixian asked Ding Qi.

"Yes." Ding Qi nodded, guessing about Duan Shixian's purpose for looking for him today.

"My son—" Duan Shixian crossed his hands and lightly clenched, "It's Duan Chuiyu, currently in Class 8."

"Ok, I know."

Duan Chuiyu is the son of the principal Duan Shixian. It's no secret in the tenth middle school. Because of this special status, Duan Chuiyu's grades have become the focus of everyone's attention.

It happened that this young master didn't live up to expectations, and he humiliated his father who was the principal.

"This semester is already in the third year of high school. As for me, I really can't see how he doesn't want to make progress." Duan Shixian said slowly, "I hope Teacher Ding can take more care of him and be stricter with him."

The implication is to open more small stoves.

In fact, Duan Shixian didn't need to say much, Duan Chuiyu had already become Ding Qi's focus.

Ding Qi smiled slightly: "Sometimes it's not good to push too hard."

Duan Shixian looked up at him.

Ding Qi looked calmly and said: "It will be counterproductive. Duan Chuiyu is a very smart student. I advocate gradual progress."

"You're already in the third year of high school, and you still have to take it step by step?" Duan Shixian's voice became a little deeper.

Ding Qi said nothing.

Duan Shixian was silent for a few seconds, as if he felt that talking more would affect his prestige in the eyes of the teacher and his reputation outside, so he stopped talking.

He regained that fair and dignified face, and said, "Teacher Na Ding, please take your time according to your own rhythm and progress."

In the past, Class 8 used to sit alone. Ding Qi suddenly carried out a drastic "reform" on this day, rearranging the seats of all students, and changing from the original single seat to a double seat.

A group of people felt novel and excited, chattering and changing seats, the class was very lively.

"Keep your movements to a minimum!" Ding Qi knocked on the table on the podium, "Don't disturb the students in other classes."

There are only eleven girls in class 8, and the ratio of male to female is seriously uncoordinated. The result of the assignment has caused many male compatriots to feel unbalanced.

Duan Chuiyu and Li Yi were respectively assigned girls, Song Ying and Lin Jiaqi.

Song Ying is the newly transferred classmate.

Judging from the results of the seat arrangement, Ding Qi was basically allocated according to the principle of "complementarity". When he became the same table, he basically fell into two extremes: either he had good grades and talked less, or he had poor grades and talked too much.

Duan Chuiyu is a picky person and is extremely dissatisfied with the arrangement of the table for two. In order to sit alone, he took the initiative to propose to Ding Qi that he would rather sit next to the podium.

"Are you sure?" Ding Qi glanced at Song Ying who was standing next to Duan Chuiyu's seat with her schoolbag.

Everyone knew what Duan Chuiyu was discussing with Ding Qi, the little girl couldn't stand or sit, her ears turned red from embarrassment.

Duan Chuiyu turned his head to take a look, frowning slightly.

After a long time, he whispered: "Forget it."

It's an embarrassing thing to refute someone's face. He's not that unreasonable, so that girls can't get off the stage in public.

The number of students in Class 8 is an even number. Once he chooses to be a maverick, this new classmate is doomed to sit alone.

How embarrassing.

Ding Qi has a habit. He likes to let students explain the papers. Regardless of the difficulty of the questions, he will let the students explain their thinking when answering the questions.

In the third year of high school, the time is tight, and the teacher generally does not approve the homework. He chooses to fill in the blanks and glance at the general situation, and he will talk about the big questions in class.

Last night, Youdao couldn't figure out the fill-in-the-blank Duan Chuiyu, and then gave up struggling and didn't die anymore. Then he opened the paper and saw "3.21" written in pencil on the horizontal line.

The handwriting is very plain.

Duan Chuiyu blinked.

It was clearly not his handwriting.

"Duan Chuiyu, what's your answer to question 14?" Ding Qi's voice sounded.

Duan Chuiyu stood up reflexively, without thinking much, he mechanically repeated the answer on the horizontal line: "3.21."

Ding Qi seemed a little surprised, raised his eyebrows and said, "The answer is correct."

The bottom is full of sighs, because this question has been discussed by people before reading it, and no one has come up with a reason.

"This question is a bit beyond the outline, and it needs to use the knowledge of calculus in college."

There was another burst of exclamation from the students.

Even Duan Chuiyu was surprised.

Didn't that pheasant tutor study liberal arts? ? ?

"Tell me about your thinking on solving the problem." Ding Qi said.

Duan Chuiyu pursed his lips and remained silent for a while, before bluntly saying: "This answer was calculated by my tutoring teacher."

"..."

The atmosphere was a bit delicate, Li Yi laughed so hard that his shoulders trembled unconsciously, and Lin Jiaqi slapped him secretly.

Ding Qi said clearly: "Tutor teacher, didn't he tell you the way of solving the problem?"

"He doesn't speak much."

"..."

The conversation ended with the students laughing.

The pheasant tutor came a little late today. Duan Chuiyu had already changed his clothes and took a shower, and slowly came out of the bathroom. He stood at the corner of the stairs and saw his brother and Ren Yan standing downstairs chatting.

I have to say, his brother is really used to this person, how can there be such a free time for a tutor to come and go.

Duan Chuiyu went downstairs with her wet hair on her head.

"Why didn't you call me?" Duan Xifeng glanced at a certain uncle sitting on the sofa.

Duan Chuiyu arched his nose lightly. He has a subtle habit of moving the tip of his nose inconspicuously when his heart disagrees.

"Brother Ren Yan—" Duan Chuiyu paused, "Brother."

Seeing Duan Xifeng leave, Duan Chuiyu glanced at Ren Yan, stood up and walked to the study.

Ren Yan followed behind him.

"Don't scribble on my other papers." Duan Chuiyu's voice was low, with the hoarseness left over from the juvenile voice change period.

"Eraser."

"..."

Duan Chuiyu's hair was still wet, with transparent drops of water hanging from the ends of her hair, and a circle of water stains spread around the neckline.

Ren Yan frowned slightly, unable to watch it any longer, suddenly pinched Duan Chuiyu's wet back collar with his fingers, and picked up his large T-shirt.

Duan Chuiyu's waist felt cold, and the hem of his clothes hung up, revealing a thin waist and abdomen.

"Go and dry your hair," Ren Yan said.

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