Jiangxin Poplar

During the lunch break, colleagues went home, and many stayed in the company lounge. Some people played with their phones with their heads down, some watched dramas with headphones on, and some fell asleep with their heads covered.

Jiang Cheng sat in a corner, took out the exercises he brought, and frowned.

The colleague next to him, Brother Wang, inadvertently leaned his head to take a look, and shrank back after just one glance.Jiang Cheng just didn't know how to solve the question, so he took advantage of the situation and asked him, "Brother Wang, can you understand this question?"

Brother Wang shook his head: "No, I majored in liberal arts in high school, and physics is my weakness."

When other colleagues heard it, they all came over, and a few of them enthusiastically helped to solve the problem. Every word you said had its own solution, and Jiang Cheng was even more confused.

A brother went out to answer the phone, came back to see that they were still discussing, and was speechless for a while: "Don't mislead me, this question is not that simple at first glance, Jiang Cheng, don't waste time with them, take the paper and ask Brother Lang , he is awesome."

Jiang Cheng raised his eyes instantly, "Brother Lang is here?"

"Well, I just saw him come in and go to the office. Go over and ask if it's okay. Brother Lang likes people who are studious and inquisitive the most."

Jiang Cheng got up without hesitation after hearing this, and a buddy behind shouted: "The solution I just made is guaranteed to be correct, don't go to Brother Lang~"

Jiang Cheng had already stepped out of the lounge.

Sure enough, Yang Yulang came, the office was open, and he was answering the phone with his back to the door.

Jiang Cheng waited for him to hang up the phone before reaching out to knock on the door.

Knowing his intentions, Yang Yulang raised his eyebrows in surprise, took the paper in his hand, and helped solve the problem without saying anything else. Jiang Cheng was next to him and listened to his idea of ​​solving the problem, suddenly enlightened.

A master is a master, not something ordinary people can compare with.

After solving this problem, Jiangcheng is not finished, "Brother Lang, I still don't understand a few questions here, do you have time? Can you..."

"I'm not free now," Yang Yulang's phone rang again. He glanced at the screen of the phone and continued, "You can find me at the apartment after work." After he finished speaking, he answered the phone and said to the person on the phone, "I'm Come on, drive the car downstairs."

Jiang Cheng stood there watching him quickly walk out of the office, but didn't realize for a while whether he was just saying it casually or seriously when he asked him to go to the apartment.

After work, he came to the apartment by bicycle, rang the doorbell, and the door opened automatically. He raised his head and saw that Yang Yulang was in the kitchen!

After changing his slippers and entering the door, he called out, "Brother Lang."

Yang Yulang smiled at him, "Come here, haven't you eaten yet? Come over to eat first."

He just took a few casual bites outside, and he didn't expect to have food here, but Yang Yulang's tone was like entertaining an old friend for many years, and his tone was naturally familiar, which gave Jiangcheng a strange feeling.

Look at the dining table, there are fish and meat, four dishes and one soup, Yang Yulang is still in the kitchen not knowing what to do.

He walked to the kitchen door: "Any guests?"

"Guest? You are."

Seeing him bring out a plate of organ potatoes from the oven, Jiang Cheng swallowed: "The two of you can't eat that much, right?"

Yang Yulang seemed helpless: "Aunt Li usually cooks like this, so you just came to help me eat more."

Aunt Li, the aunt who cleans and cooks for him, she usually eats like this, according to his appetite, it would be a waste, is this how rich people live?

"What about Aunt Li?"

"gone back."

This Aunt Li came over every morning. After cleaning, if Yang Yulang was at home for dinner, she would buy vegetables and cook, and leave when the meal was ready.

Yang Yulang put the organ potatoes on the table: "Go and wash your hands."

Looking at the delicious food on the table, Jiang Cheng's original intention to be polite has already gone beyond the sky.

This Aunt Li is really good at cooking. Jiang Cheng felt that he had never eaten such a delicious meal. Even if he had eaten some before, he still ate it to his heart's content.

Seeing that he was eating fast, Yang Yulang took a small bowl and poured him a bowl of soup, and said in a warm voice, "Eat slowly."

After saying this, Jiangcheng realized that Yang Yulang simply moved his chopsticks again. It is true that these delicacies are rare for Jiangcheng, but Yang Yulang can eat them anytime, so of course he is not surprised.

After dinner, Jiang Cheng got up and rolled up his sleeves to wash the dishes. Yang Yulang tidied up and said, "Just put it in the dishwasher, and Aunt Li will take care of the rest."

He followed Yang Yulang, watching him operate the fully automatic dishwasher gracefully and freely.

He is simply dressed in white clothes with slacks and a string of bodhi seeds on his wrist, looking like a fairy born out of this world.

Jiang Cheng looked at the string of bodhi seeds, and a scene quickly flashed through his mind, as if he had seen a similar scene somewhere?Uh... At that time, he subconsciously looked at Yang Yulang's long straight legs and waist and hips at the figure wearing the agarwood bead string in the window, and felt that the more he looked, the more he looked like him.

Yang Yulang turned to look at him, and he immediately looked away, grinning harmlessly.

Coming out of the kitchen, Yang Yulang led him to the study room. A rosewood desk was placed in the center, and behind him was a row of bookshelves. There was no empty space on it, and it was filled with all kinds of books.

Jiang Cheng bit his lower lip, thinking that if he wanted to completely close the distance with Yang Yulang, it would be very difficult in this life.

Yang Yulang looked back at him and smiled: "Why belittle yourself, besides, how do you know that these books of mine are not decorations?"

Jiang Cheng said hello, I haven't said anything yet, how does he know what I'm thinking?

Looking up at the bookshelf, there is a row of titles in the middle that are all related to psychology, even criminology.

Fuck, is this person a psychologist?

He retorted: "I can tell if it's a display, but have you seen all of this?"

"Probably turned over."

At that time, Jiangcheng didn't know that what the tyrant in front of him had read by heart meant that he had memorized it by heart, and the bookshelves here were just the tip of the iceberg compared to the private library in the villa.

He lowered his head, took out the exercises from his bag and put them on the table.

"Brother Lang, will I disturb your rest?"

"No." Yang Yulang picked up the paper and looked at the ten lines at a glance, "What don't you understand?"

Jiang Cheng scratched his head in embarrassment, "Most of them don't understand."

Yang Yulang: "...It doesn't matter, let's ask one question at a time."

In this way, the two started a one-on-one guidance life. Jiang Cheng never thought that such a way of getting along would become the daily life of the two, because at the end of the sentence, Yang Yulang said, "In the future, if you don't understand anything, you can come and ask." I", he would look for him cheekily.

Yang Yulang didn't have much time during the day, so the counseling time was almost always arranged in the evening. When he asked Jiang Cheng to come over to the apartment, he would always let him come over for dinner. Jiang Cheng's appearance of not being picky about food can make him more appetite.

With that said, Jiang Cheng didn't shirk it anymore, seeing his loss of appetite when we ate together a few times was quite embarrassing, and besides, he didn't eat much of what Aunt Li cooked every time, and poured out the rest. In the spirit of not wasting, he happily accepted the dinner invitation and implemented an empty plate policy.

In this regard, Aunt Li is very pleased!

Among all the subjects, Jiangcheng's weakest point is English, so at first he asked Yang Yulang for advice on mathematics, physics and chemistry, until he saw his disastrous English score in an exam, and decided to put this short point first.

Yang Yulang's brows twitched when he first saw his English grades, and he gave Jiang Cheng a look in disbelief. This look was like a branding iron on Jiang Cheng's heart, making him so ashamed that he couldn't lift his head.

Yang Yulang flipped through his English textbook, and found that it was a new book, the inside was clean, without any creases, only the word Jiangcheng was written on the cover page, inexplicably in line with the temperament of a scumbag.

Jiang Cheng looked at him with ashen ashes, and the thumbs clasped under the table unconsciously circled in the palm of his hand.

Yang Yulang thought for a while, put down his book and asked him, "Do you usually read novels?"

Well, what kind of fairy-tale diversion is this, or does he give up tutoring English?

"Occasionally watch a little..."

"what type is it?"

"Uh, this...fantasy, games or something..."

"Just read it. I have a novel here. You can read it when you have time." As he spoke, he took a medium-sized novel from the bookshelf behind him and handed it to him.

When Jiang Cheng saw the title of the book, damn it, it was in English, so he knew it wasn't that simple.

I don’t even understand textbooks, but I still read English novels. What kind of operation is this?

He casually flipped through a few pages, um, what was written here... rub it, he closed it suddenly, looked at Yang Yulang in astonishment, "love...love...erotic novel?"

Yang Yulang looked as usual, and said solemnly: "Yes."

"You... why do you have such a thing?"

Yang Yulang: "What's so strange about this? Can't I have it?"

Nonsense, of course not, how can you have such a thing?Even if there is, it’s fine if you read it yourself, but you actually recommend others to read it, and you are serious about recommending masterpieces.

Yang Yulang still said solemnly: "You should not be interested in other reading literature at present, but this one might arouse your interest in learning." Vulgarity not only allows you to know thousands of words more, but also has a deep memory and will not be forgotten for a long time.”

Jiang Cheng: "..."

I believed your evil.

He has refreshed his understanding of this person.

This kind of teaching method is really unheard of.

Yang Yulang took a thick Oxford dictionary from behind and gave him: "Look up the words you don't understand."

Jiang Cheng has novels in one hand and dictionaries in the other, neither holding nor putting them away.

No, he can recommend this kind of thing without changing his face. Why do the people who accept it have to be shy? They are all men, so what's there to be embarrassed about?

Thinking about it this way, he just picked it up and stuffed it into his bag, he wants to see if it can be as amazing as he said.

Of course, these are all digressions. After finishing this, Yang Yulang opened the English textbook again and said, "Let's get started."

Jiang Cheng twitched the corners of his mouth, and clenched his fists tightly, no matter what, he had to be tough if he didn't want to be ashamed or bad.

Yang Yulang opened his mouth to read English, and his pure pronunciation made Jiang Cheng feel as if he was watching a Hollywood blockbuster, so he couldn't help but look up at him again and again.

The remedial class time passed quickly, Jiangcheng hadn't noticed it yet, and the pointer was already pointing to eleven o'clock. He thought it would be like a year, but he didn't expect to be brought into the atmosphere by Yang Yulang soon.

On weekdays, when Yang Yulang was giving him supplementary lessons, he was also looking at the computer screen next to him. On it was a stock chart that he could not understand, and he also sent and received some emails or read some planning books and financial statements. Anyway, he was not idle.Even so, the make-up lessons are not sloppy at all, and it is really dual-purpose.

Jiang Cheng admired him very much. He was worried that making up lessons for himself would delay his work and rest time, but it really was useless to worry.

He glanced at Yang Yulang who was still in good spirits, and never forgot the fact that the teacher in front of him was a sick person: "Brother Lang, it's late, I can't bother you anymore."

Yang Yulang looked up at the time and nodded: "Well, it's not good for you to go back too late."

Jiang Cheng packed his textbooks and thought of something before he left: "I'm only going to work part-time in the company on weekends now, isn't the salary you paid me too much?"

When Yang Yulang mentioned it, he seemed to have received his message before, but he forgot to reply when he was busy, "Not much, I have other jobs for you to do, but I still suggest you to become a model, earn money and study. If you make a mistake, the company can adjust the time for you."

Why are you mentioning models again?

"It's better to spend your weekends studying. After all, you're a sophomore in high school, and you've missed a lot of courses." Seeing his resistance, Yang Yulang added.

Jiang Cheng opened his mouth to speak but stopped, and finally compromised: "I know, I'll think about it when I go back."