I was treated as a little idiot by the black school grass

He spoke too decisively without any foreshadowing. Ran Yuanxing had to react for several seconds before he could catch up with him.

"recidivist?"

Ran Yuanxing showed an unbelievable expression, not because he didn't believe Nan Yirong, but because he couldn't digest the news immediately.

Zhang Youcheng is the kind of star teacher in the Dongcheng K12 educational institution. He has appeared on several entertainment talk shows before and told stories about how he helped students who are not good at learning to counterattack and pass the heavy-duty exam. He has always been excellent on the Internet. Representatives of teachers and young teachers, the supplementary tuition fee was once fired to the price of 2000 yuan an hour.

Since then, Professor Zhang Youcheng's make-up classes have become students with a little background. Unless the students with average conditions are very qualified, he will basically not take a second look.

This time he was going to give Nan Yirong a supplementary class, and Ran Yuanxing recognized it, so he didn't ask too much about the details. Now hearing what Nan Yirong said, he suddenly felt a sense of absurdity and unreality.

If Zhang Youcheng is this kind of person...

Ran Yuanxing's face was ugly, he pulled Nan Yirong to look up and down, and said nervously: "He didn't mean anything to you, did he touch you?"

"No." Nan Yirong shook his head, concealing the fact that his hand was touched, "From the very beginning when we met, I didn't have a good impression of him, and kept a distance."

"That's good." Ran Yuanxing breathed a sigh of relief, took his hand and kissed it, and said with lingering fear: "I was scared to death."

Nan Yirong let him hold his hand, and continued: "The problem now is: I suspect that he often molested minors with the convenience of home tutoring, but I have no evidence. Some of his performances in class seem to be Not out of line, I don't know how to grab his pigtail."

If Zhang Youcheng is a habitual offender, then he must be very skilled in his modus operandi, and some innocuous temptations may not be able to draw out his fox's tail.

Ran Yuanxing pondered for a moment, raised his head to look at him, and suggested, "Have you ever thought about telling your uncle and aunt?"

Nan Yirong was taken aback for a moment and shook his head.To be honest, he didn't think about it.

In good conscience, the Nan family couple treated him very well, especially Gu Sijuan.She is a typical loving mother who took good care of him, but he was lonely and widowed for more than 20 years in his last life, and when he had a problem, he subconsciously wanted to solve it by himself the first time.

Discussing everything with Ran Yuanxing in this way is considered love magic.

Ran Yuanxing also seemed to realize something, there was a moment of joy, and more distressed, he reached out to hold his face, pressed against his forehead, and said softly: "Tell uncle and aunt, they can do business so well , you must be more experienced than us in dealing with this kind of thing, and I don't want you to get hurt."

Since Zhang Youcheng has been able to bear the name of an excellent teacher until now, he must have used some special means in private to shut up those students who were molested by him and whose family background and knowledge surpassed their peers.

"Okay." Nan Yirong nodded with a warm heart.

He is so well-behaved, Ran Yuanxing felt affection for him, rubbed his hair, kissed his eyes, and pulled him back to bed, "Go to sleep, it's late."

Nan Yirong was indeed sleepy, he yawned and closed his eyes.

Ran Yuanxing kissed his forehead lightly, and reached out to pat the night lamp.

After a night without dreams, Nan Yirong woke up the next day, the bed next to him was empty, and the mountaineering suit on the chair had disappeared.

The wind blew in through the open window, and the curtains on both sides of the window shook.

Nan Yirong withdrew his gaze and sat up, and heard two thuds outside, followed by Gu Sijuan's voice: "Nan Nan, are you up? Get up and have breakfast, Mr. Zhang has been waiting downstairs for a long time, and has not let mother come up call you."