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"Three plus eight equals 24?" Jiang Ci sat sideways on the desk and pressed his temples, "How on earth do you regard addition as multiplication?"

"It doesn't matter if you can't solve the conic section question except for the first question, but you can read addition and multiplication wrong? It's strange that you can pass."

Jing Cong crouched in front of the table, holding the pen holder carefully. The other party's tone was not serious, but his voice was a little helpless like "hate iron but not steel", but he still assured him with anxiety: "I accidentally read it. Wrong, not next time."

Jiang Ci suppressed the irritability of being a teacher at this time, and stroked Jing Cong's head. Now his hair has grown in fine pieces, and he looks like a young and beautiful boy, even more childish Not off.

This pair of eyes, the other party's watery eyes with a confession of goodwill, made Jiang Ci unable to be a teacher anymore. He sat down a little and asked, "Is there a next time? The college entrance examination is only less than half a year away. How about you?" How can I make you remember the lesson and stop being careless?"

Jing Cong had a strange expression on his face, his eyes flicked up and down at him, moved a little to the other side, and muttered: "I haven't finished my homework yet, and the teacher will come to hand it in tomorrow." After speaking, he held his pen and went to read the questions again.

Not hooked anymore.

Jiang Ci pursed his lips, made a deep self-criticism in his heart, and said, "Okay... you should do your homework first, and I'll take a shower."

Because the Chinese New Year is approaching, the school is about to go on winter vacation, after discussing with Jing Cong, Jiang Ci decided to ask a tutor at home to make up for it until the next semester starts.

Jiang Ci began to worry that Guo Jingcong had been away from the classroom for two years, and now he would go back to take the third year of high school and directly take the college entrance examination half a year later.But after the tutors he invited gave him basic tests one by one, Jing Cong's liberal arts subjects were all pretty good without exception. Although it wasn't systematic yet, there was no problem if he had a foundation.

Thanks to his "watching and playing" when he had nothing to do before.

Just bad at math.

When Jiang Ci came in after taking a shower, Jing Cong had almost finished a math paper and was struggling with the last question - although there was a high probability that he couldn't do it, he still had to think about it.

Jiang Ci stood aside and watched him sit for a long time, biting the tip of his pen, and couldn't help but said: "Go to sleep today."

Jing Cong maintained his posture, and it took another long time before he reluctantly stood up and lay down under the quilt with Jiang Ci.

"Brother, am I really bad?"

Jiang Ci turned off the light, and chuckled: "You can do it, there are no men who can't do it."

Jing Cong pushed him with his hands, and turned over unhappy.

"You can't become a big fat man if you can't eat one bite," Jiang Ci followed, put one leg on him, and whispered, "It's a difficult thing to do, the more you rush to achieve it, the more you will get confused. But now anything , as long as you think about it, and then try your best to do it, you can."

"When did I ever lie to you, brother? What's more, the teachers told me in private, saying that our Xiaocong has a good foundation and is smart."

Jing Cong stretched his neck and turned to look at him, then quietly rolled over and turned back.

Jiang Ci kissed him with a smile on his face, tucked the quilt up and said, "Go to sleep, you have to get up to recite the book tomorrow, don't you?"

There is a student in the family who is going to take the college entrance examination, and life is a little tense and boring.

During the Chinese New Year, the two only went to the hospital to spend a year with Gao Juan, and then made two appointments with friends to eat and drink. After a few nights of indulgence, Jiang Ci began to supervise and tutor Jing Cong to start reviewing.

Teacher Jiang, who basically forgot all the content of the third year of high school, has also learned and sublimated again.

Jiang Ci shook the paper in his hand: "One cannot step into the same river twice. Here, the reasons are written here, because motion is absolute, and stillness is relative."

He looked at Jing Cong's puzzled eyes, and continued: "The river will change, it will always change, but this sentence does not negate the relative stillness, so it is correct, do you understand?"

"The me in the last second, isn't it me?"

"That's right."

"But doesn't the reference book say that if I borrowed money from you yesterday, I don't have to pay it back today?"

"You're turning dialectics into sophistry...the reference book is giving a counterexample," Jiang Ci breathed out, "Xiao Cong, when does school start?"

"Oh..." Jing Cong shook his head in thought, "Huh? There are still more than ten days left."

After a winter vacation, Jiang Ci felt that he was more tired than going to work every day.

Back then, my own college entrance examination was not as tired as the tutor who is now accompanying me.

But as long as he hugs the little wild cat who snores and falls asleep every day before going to bed, he feels that he can accompany him for another 100 years.After all, if Jing Cong doesn't go to university in this city, he won't be able to hold him.

But I still have to finish the exam well this year and finish it soon.

If you die sooner or later, you have to die, hurry up and give me the exam, Eji closed his eyes and thought before falling asleep.