Chapter 65: This naughty kid can’t deal with you anymore
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Jiu Yang Zhu Zhu
Just as he walked to the door, Qiao Liancheng's cold voice came from behind:
"Okay, I'll give it!"
Jiang Wan was a little surprised and turned to look at him doubtfully.
Qiao Liancheng continued: "Since I paid for you to teach Ping An, I want to see the results. If he can't learn anything, I won't give him a penny."
Jiang Wan smiled like a flower: "That's natural. I'm a very trustworthy person."
Qiao Liancheng couldn't help but sneer, glanced at her with disdain, and walked away!
He also felt a little depressed in the room. If he didn't go out to get some air, he would feel uncomfortable!
The next day, Jiang Wan, the temporary tutor, officially came online.
In order to be worthy of the five yuan salary, she compiled a class schedule for Ping An.
There are Chinese, arithmetic, English and drawing.
Seeing painting on the curriculum, Qiao Liancheng frowned: "Why should he teach painting? He wants to take the college entrance examination and does not need to paint! That is not doing his job properly."
Jiang Wan stared: "Are you the teacher or am I the teacher?"
Qiao Liancheng replied unconvinced: "I am a parent!"
Jiang Wan sneered: "Have you never been to school? What you teach in school can only be decided by the teacher. Have you ever seen parents protest and the course will be cancelled?"
"Besides, teaching painting is stipulated by the Education Bureau, not by me. If you haven't been to school, go and find out!"
Qiao Liancheng was dumbfounded.
Jiang Wan added: "You can test my teaching results, but what I teach and how I teach it are my problems and you have no right to interfere."
Seeing that Qiao Liancheng's face was still dark, Jiang Wan glared: "What, do you have any objections?"
Qiao Liancheng stared at her expressionlessly, accusing his dissatisfaction with his eyes.
Jiang Wan sneered and pointed at the door: "Did you see the door? Open it and go out, then close the door and take it out where no one is. Don't let me hear!"
Qiao Liancheng's face turned darker.
The conversation between the two did not avoid Ping An.
Ping An's little head looked at Jiang Wan and then at Qiao Liancheng, turning around a little bit.
In the end, Qiao Liancheng left in depression, especially when he saw the painting class on the curriculum, his little face turned into a little bun with a smile.
During class, Ping An was still a little absent-minded, mainly because the person teaching him was Jiang Wan, and he couldn't accept it.
Jiang Wan first taught Pinyin.
After teaching for a long time, Ping An couldn't read a single letter of the alphabet.
Jiang Wan sneered: "Do you think I'm full enough to be your teacher?"
Ping An snorted coldly: "Who knows what methods you used to confuse my dad!"
Jiang Wan replied: "It's a trick. It doesn't hurt to tell you. Your dad hired me for five yuan a month."
Ping An was so shocked that his jaw almost dropped!
Jiang Wan continued: "You don't have to learn, the five yuan on the left and right are also for me. When the time comes, we will fool around together, and your dad will just give you the money on time!"
Ping An was anxious: "Nonsense, how can that be possible? Why should my father give you his money for free!"
Jiang Wan raised her eyebrows: "It's because you don't learn it yourself. Knowledge belongs to whoever learns it."
"If you don't learn, you will never learn. In the future, you will end up digging in the fields like those rural people!"
After a moment of silence, she suddenly suggested enthusiastically: "Why don't you just follow me to farm now!"
"Just treat it as a preliminary test."
After thinking for a while, he snapped his fingers and said, "Oh, by the way, if you start farming in the future, I guess a girl like Aunt Jiang Xue won't take a fancy to you!"
"Okay, I'll give it!"
Jiang Wan was a little surprised and turned to look at him doubtfully.
Qiao Liancheng continued: "Since I paid for you to teach Ping An, I want to see the results. If he can't learn anything, I won't give him a penny."
Jiang Wan smiled like a flower: "That's natural. I'm a very trustworthy person."
Qiao Liancheng couldn't help but sneer, glanced at her with disdain, and walked away!
He also felt a little depressed in the room. If he didn't go out to get some air, he would feel uncomfortable!
The next day, Jiang Wan, the temporary tutor, officially came online.
In order to be worthy of the five yuan salary, she compiled a class schedule for Ping An.
There are Chinese, arithmetic, English and drawing.
Seeing painting on the curriculum, Qiao Liancheng frowned: "Why should he teach painting? He wants to take the college entrance examination and does not need to paint! That is not doing his job properly."
Jiang Wan stared: "Are you the teacher or am I the teacher?"
Qiao Liancheng replied unconvinced: "I am a parent!"
Jiang Wan sneered: "Have you never been to school? What you teach in school can only be decided by the teacher. Have you ever seen parents protest and the course will be cancelled?"
"Besides, teaching painting is stipulated by the Education Bureau, not by me. If you haven't been to school, go and find out!"
Qiao Liancheng was dumbfounded.
Jiang Wan added: "You can test my teaching results, but what I teach and how I teach it are my problems and you have no right to interfere."
Seeing that Qiao Liancheng's face was still dark, Jiang Wan glared: "What, do you have any objections?"
Qiao Liancheng stared at her expressionlessly, accusing his dissatisfaction with his eyes.
Jiang Wan sneered and pointed at the door: "Did you see the door? Open it and go out, then close the door and take it out where no one is. Don't let me hear!"
Qiao Liancheng's face turned darker.
The conversation between the two did not avoid Ping An.
Ping An's little head looked at Jiang Wan and then at Qiao Liancheng, turning around a little bit.
In the end, Qiao Liancheng left in depression, especially when he saw the painting class on the curriculum, his little face turned into a little bun with a smile.
During class, Ping An was still a little absent-minded, mainly because the person teaching him was Jiang Wan, and he couldn't accept it.
Jiang Wan first taught Pinyin.
After teaching for a long time, Ping An couldn't read a single letter of the alphabet.
Jiang Wan sneered: "Do you think I'm full enough to be your teacher?"
Ping An snorted coldly: "Who knows what methods you used to confuse my dad!"
Jiang Wan replied: "It's a trick. It doesn't hurt to tell you. Your dad hired me for five yuan a month."
Ping An was so shocked that his jaw almost dropped!
Jiang Wan continued: "You don't have to learn, the five yuan on the left and right are also for me. When the time comes, we will fool around together, and your dad will just give you the money on time!"
Ping An was anxious: "Nonsense, how can that be possible? Why should my father give you his money for free!"
Jiang Wan raised her eyebrows: "It's because you don't learn it yourself. Knowledge belongs to whoever learns it."
"If you don't learn, you will never learn. In the future, you will end up digging in the fields like those rural people!"
After a moment of silence, she suddenly suggested enthusiastically: "Why don't you just follow me to farm now!"
"Just treat it as a preliminary test."
After thinking for a while, he snapped his fingers and said, "Oh, by the way, if you start farming in the future, I guess a girl like Aunt Jiang Xue won't take a fancy to you!"
