Bizarre Love

Song Qinqin said: "Sister, I supplement English, chemistry and biology, can you supplement others?"

Meng listened without partiality and nodded.

They didn't know the situation, so they decided to have a look together on Friday night. See what students need to make up for.

So on Friday, when the students were studying in the evening, Meng Ting left the classroom with the math book from the first year of high school. She was very serious. Before going there, she thought about how to talk and prepared lessons.

The summer wind is warm, the night breeze blows, and the plane trees rustle.

The make-up classroom is on the first floor of the small ladder.

That building is usually vacant, now only 101 is lit.

Meng Tinghe met Song Qinqin on the small staircase. She also brought the textbook and arrived on time.

When two people stepped into 101, they thought about many scenes, such as a class noisy or self-study.

However, Meng was dumbfounded when he saw the young man sitting in the first row.

The boy raised his eyes and lazily said, "Good evening, teachers."

Meng Ting didn't think about it, 20,000 yuan is him!

Song Qinqin blushed. Jiang Ren looks good, and when he smiles softly, he has a unique charm. She stammered and said: "Hello classmates, I am also a student, just call your name. My name is Song Qinqin."

Jiang Ren nodded, with a three-point smile in his dark eyes, looking at Meng Ting: "Little teacher, what about you, introduce yourself."

Meng Ting hugged the book in her hand tightly: "Meng Ting." She was very correct in Mandarin. The "Ting" had a back nasal sound, and there was a soft whisper. Jiang Ren looked at her student ID when she knew her name, but now listening to her own name, she can't tell her the dignity and sweetness.

Damn, so good.

"Teacher Meng, what do you teach?"

Meng Ting held back her face and said seriously under the light, "Chinese, math, physics."

So the first class, logically speaking, she took Chinese.

Song Qinqin went over and asked, "Is there anything you can't do? I will make a record." She hadn't met Jiang Ren, so she didn't know her. Song Qinqin is actually happy. It is much easier to make up lessons for a person than a group.

Jiang Ren found out the other three papers and threw them to her. Let her see for herself, Song Qinqin quickly went to the side to check the situation.

After flipping it for a while, Song Qinqin said: "..."

She originally wanted to see the wrong question, but in the end, she opened her eyes to see if there was any right tick. She was wrong, so it's better to teach a class.

Meng followed the door and came in.

The night wind blew her hair, making her waist slender.

She didn't lose her temper, took out a pen and a notebook, and prepared to record what the poor students did.

She sat upright with her long eyelashes down. I also asked him like Song Qinqin, naturally with a gentle voice: "Is there anything wrong with language, mathematics and science?"

Jiang Ren couldn't give her the math and science papers. His eyes were full of smiles, and his smile was a little bad: "Little teacher, I don't know what to do? Is there any help?"

She bit her lip and was helpless. Bastard!