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Zhou Shiluo was also quite speechless. He had just entered the house, and before his butt was warmed up, he took on a thankless job for no reason.But the other party was quite active, and ran to Zhou Shiluo on time to report after school the next day.

Chasing the ducks to the shelves, Zhou Shiluo had no choice but to stop what he was doing and bite the bullet and flip through the exercise book Yang Jin brought.

After a closer look, Zhou Shiluo had even more headaches.Yang Jin is actually a science student, and his studies are different from that of a liberal arts student. Isn't it nonsense to let a liberal arts student who has graduated six years to tutor a science student?

Zhou Shiluo didn't want to mislead his disciples. He looked sad on the surface, but he was happy in his heart. It wasn't that he didn't want to teach, and he couldn't do anything if he wasn't capable.

Zhou Shiluo sighed, took the textbook and explained the truth to Yang Jin, waiting for the other party to leave with interest.

Yang Jin was stunned, and obediently took back the textbooks related to science, and then quickly took out other textbooks from his bag, reluctantly saying: "Brother, let's learn mathematics and foreign languages. The gap between liberal arts and science is not too big."

Zhou Shiluo's mind buzzed, the ghost knows if the gap is big or not.But Zhou Shiluo is really good at mathematics and languages, especially mathematics.The reason why he chose to study Chinese literature was the same as that of most people. He simply didn’t understand chemistry and physics, what chemical elements, the acceleration of the car, and he had a headache when he heard it.

Say that he is not an academic material, but he also loves mathematics, the more difficult the problem is, the more excited he is, and the things he can still be proud of include the fact that he was only six points short of the full score in mathematics in the year of the college entrance examination. up.

If he didn't prefer movies, maybe he would choose architecture as a major, and then take the first-model-two-model, one-build, two-build certificates, etc., even if he doesn't work for a year, he can still get money.

Memories of the past gradually emerged, together with Zhou Shiluo's enthusiasm for learning mathematics.He subconsciously opened the math explanation workbook, reasoned a little bit according to the above explanation steps, and was excited to find that he still remembered it.

Zhou Shiluo frowned, as if he had found something particularly interesting.While relishing it, he thought of Yang Jin standing beside him. He raised his eyes slightly, looked at the practice questions on the side, and told Yang Jin: "Then you do the questions first, and you won't ask me any questions."

Yang Jin understood, picked up his homework book and began to write seriously.

Mrs. Tan's house didn't have a special desk, so the two of them leaned on the big round table for eating, Zhou Shiluo sat on the kang, and Yang Jin sat opposite with a stool.At first, the two of them were busy with their own business without disturbing each other. After half an hour, Yang Jin who was on the side made a move. He raised his head and secretly looked at Zhou Shiluo in front of him.

After struggling for a while, I slowly said, "Brother."

Zhou Shiluo didn't raise his head, and asked in confusion, "Huh?"

Yang Jin pursed his lips, pushed the workbook towards Zhou Shiluo, pointed to a fill-in-the-blank question, and said embarrassedly, "I can't do this question."

Zhou Shiluo raised his eyes and glanced at it. This is a compound function to find the derivative. He glanced at it twice and looked at Yang Jin inexplicably. The first sub-question in the question is to send points.

If Yang Jin doesn't even know how to do this, then he really has learned something.

Zhou Shiluo didn't speak directly, he hoped to let Yang Jin try again.

Yang Jin took back the exercise book with a sad face, stared at it for more than ten minutes, his hands were not idle, he drew and drew, rubbed and rubbed on the exercise paper, but he couldn't write.

When Zhou Shiluo saw this, he didn't make things difficult for Yang Jin anymore. He took the paper and pen, "Finding the derivative of a composite function is to find the derivative from the outside to the inside. First, take the derivative of the outer layer function and then multiply it by the inner layer function to get the derivative."

Zhou Shiluo wrote while talking, explaining step by step. At the beginning, when encountering basic knowledge, he would test Yang Jin: "What is the derivative of cosx?"

Yang Jin opened his eyes and shook his head ignorantly.

Seeing that Yang Jin couldn't, Zhou Shiluo frowned tightly, so he could only bite the bullet and continue talking. After finishing speaking, he asked again: "Do you understand?"

Yang Jin didn't answer directly, he stared at the book for a long time, then looked up at Zhou Shiluo, he laughed, and said embarrassedly: "Actually... I don't quite understand."

Zhou Shiluo was completely speechless by this sentence. Seeing that this man still had a playful smile on his face, he wanted to write a book on his face and tell him to stop learning and go home to farm.

"Brother, if you repeat it again, maybe I will understand." Yang Jin accepted it as soon as he saw it, he begged Zhou Shiluo, his small face was full of desire for knowledge.

Zhou Shiluo raised and lowered his hand several times, but in the end he still didn't throw away the pen, and he said it again through gritted teeth.

After the second time, Yang Jin didn't express his opinion on whether he understood or not, but Zhou Shiluo looked at the two idiots in front of him and realized that he was talking for nothing.

He didn't expect Yang Jin's foundation to be so poor, not to mention the college entrance examination in a month, even if Yang Jin had to study for another year, it would be difficult for him to go to college.Zhou Shiluo didn't want to waste his time, and wanted to tell Yang Jin that he should eat and play, but in the end, the words turned into a patient reminder: "Go back tonight and memorize the basic formula."

Yang Jin nodded obediently and obediently.

At this time, He Lingling knocked on the door with pinch points, then pushed the door open and came in, and said to the two people in the room: "How are you doing, rest for a while, let's go eat first."

Zhou Shiluo thought that He Lingling just came to ask Yang Jin to go home for dinner, and he didn't move at all, so that when He Lingling called out his name, he was stunned for a long time before recovering.

"Let's go, Xiao Luo, it's time to eat."

Zhou Shiluo was embarrassed to go to someone's house for dinner, and was about to refuse when he saw the old lady in the back room pacing out on crutches, "Xiao Luo, you can go to your Aunt He's house to eat these few days, my legs are not convenient for cooking."

Zhou Shiluo said bluntly, "What about you?"

He Lingling laughed loudly: "I can still forget about your grandma, and bring it to her as soon as it's ready."

Zhou Shiluo didn't say anything after hearing this. After all, no matter how embarrassed he was, he didn't want to feel sorry for his stomach, so let's just assume that Yang Jin paid the tuition.

There were only Zhou Shiluo and Yang Jin at the dinner table, and He Lingling served dishes in the kitchen, and didn't have much time to serve up a pot of Northeast stew.There was meat, beans, potatoes, and a dark mass. Zhou Shiluo looked carefully for a long time before he could tell it was eggplant.

He Lingling took out two small bowls to fill the rice first, then poured two large spoonfuls of vegetables on the rice, then pushed one of them to Yang Jin, and ordered: "Go and deliver it to your grandma."

He went out with the other one, and Zhou Shiluo reckoned it was for his grandma.

Yang Jin came back soon. He picked up the empty bowl and walked to the rice cooker, asking, "Brother, how much can you eat?"

Zhou Shiluo was taken aback for a moment before he realized that he didn't have any food. He stood up awkwardly, a little embarrassed: "I'll do it myself."

Zhou Shiluo was so old, and it was the first time eating at someone else's house. For a while, he didn't know how to place his hands and feet. I was ashamed to pick up more dishes, and then I picked them all and sent them to Zhou Shiluo's bowl.

Zhou Shiluo hated others serving him food, the saliva on the chopsticks made it hard for him to swallow, he was about to raise his head to remind Yang Jin, but saw Yang Jin put down the pair of chopsticks for him and picked up his own chopsticks instead .

The meal was fairly easy, Zhou Shiluo wanted to do the dishes, but Yang Jin rushed him away first.

Zhou Shiluo had no choice but to pat his buttocks and walk home. As soon as he entered the house, he saw the old lady staggering to the kitchen with a pile of firewood. Zhou Shiluo hurried forward to help, and asked puzzledly, "Grandma, what are you doing?"

The old lady Tan had a cigarette in her mouth, and her eyes narrowed unconsciously due to the smoke. She muttered: "You have to burn the kang even if you don't cook. It's still a bit cold at night. If you don't burn a little, you should catch a cold." .”

The old lady was about to get busy while she was talking, Zhou Shiluo saw that her grandma was inconvenient to move, so she had to grab the firewood and recommended herself: "Grandma, you go back to the house, I will burn it."

"Will you?" the old lady questioned, "Don't burn my house."

"I've never eaten pork, haven't you seen a pig run away?" Zhou Shiluo pushed back.

The old lady was amused by this sentence, she simply ignored it and turned back to the house.

After all, Zhou Shiluo overestimated himself. He thought it would be a simple matter to light a fire and burn a kang, but after working for a long time, the firewood in the stove pit just didn't light up.On the contrary, Zhou Shiluo's stubborn temper rose. He was ashamed to call the old lady, so he was so obsessed with the firewood. Finally, the flame had a strong meaning, but he was suppressed by Zhou Shiluo's stick again.

This time Zhou Shiluo was completely desperate and resigned to his fate. It was time to bow his head to reality. Just as he got up to call his grandmother, Yang Jin pushed the door open and came in.

When he got closer, he immediately understood. He picked up the firewood thrown aside by Zhou Shiluo without saying a word, set it up skillfully, and lit it with the help of a plastic bag beside him without much effort.

For a moment, Zhou Shiluo felt that he couldn't do anything well.

But Yang Jin didn't mean to laugh at him. He squatted by the stove to watch the fire, then looked up at Zhou Shiluo who was standing aside, smiled slightly, and asked, "Brother, have you ever eaten baked potatoes on the stove? I'll bake you two, they're delicious."

Zhou is Luo's indescribable feelings, both awkward and grateful. He looked at the seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy in front of him. There seems to be no problem at all.