The chicken soup in Xu Sheng's mouth almost spit out. With the identity of Shao Zhan, he had just been unrestrained for less than a day, and then ushered in a huge test in his life.

Someone wants to find him for tutoring.

Xu Sheng couldn't recover for a long time.

He is a pure scumbag. If he pushes it forward for three or four months, his average score in each subject is only 30 or so. Usually, only Shao Zhan helps him make up the class. Where can he get him to make up for others?

Just like him, does he teach others? It's better to let the younger cousin who can take the top 50 exams to teach him.

If you want to teach the exam how to count down, how to get rid of the questions, how to spend the boring exam time, and make the most of the 120 minutes of entertainment—Xu Sheng can still give everything to teach this little cousin, how to take the exam When in English, you can switch to the radio station, listen to songs on FM101.7, and listen to stories on FM107.2. If you still feel that it is not exciting enough, some emotional mediation channels can also broaden your horizons and let you find it in the boring English listening time. A world of its own.

Xu Sheng calmly put down the bowl, put his fingers on the wall of the bowl, and took a long time to move away: "Aunt, I..." I'm not very good.

Aunt Shao Zhan is really worried about her son's grades. In fact, her family's Pengyu's grades have never been very good. She was able to take the first place in the exam, and she is still in the top 50. It all depends on Shao Zhan's classes and the lessons left for them. The material review book, now her grades have declined, and she has not been able to sleep for several nights: "You know the conditions of our family, and the burden of asking a tutor is too heavy."

Xu Sheng: "..."

Xu Sheng couldn't say the last half of the sentence "Not very good".

Aunt Shao Zhan sighed lightly, "It's rare for you to come here. Can you spare an afternoon to teach Pengyu how to do it?"

Xu Sheng hid on the balcony of Aunt Shao Zhan's house and sent a message to Shao Zhan.

His thoughts are very confused now. He just typed half a line of words and looked back at his little cousin who was burying his head in the blue schoolbag on the sofa. Junior high school basics: Chinese subjects", "Junior high school winter vacation homework"...

Xu Sheng saw his hair stand upright, and a kind of soul confusion of "Who am I, where am I, and what am I going to do" arises spontaneously.

Xu Sheng: Good news and bad news, which one do you want to hear first?

Shao Zhan received a call from Xu Yaping just now. This time Xu Yaping didn't wait for her son to hand her the steps, so she took the initiative to hand it over: "Have you eaten yet?"

Shao Zhan: "I'm eating."

Xu Yaping was talking, and there was another cold voice from the opposite side: "Are you still doing anything?"

Xu Yaping: "..."

Shao Zhan felt that he was very calm and polite, and had no idea that Xu Yaping had slipped over a cup of coffee in the tea room.

"What's the matter, Manager Xu?" After hanging up the phone, an employee asked.

"It's nothing," Xu Yaping hurriedly wiped off the coffee stains, then asked back after a while, "You... do your children usually get angry with you?"

"Yes, why not," the staff exchanged their parenting experience, "especially when boys are rebellious, they can't control themselves—"

In the rebellious period, "Xu Sheng" replied: What?

What good news and bad news.

Xu Sheng: The good news is that your aunt's chicken soup is delicious.

Xu Sheng: The bad news is that you are finished.

S: ?

S: Make it clear.

Xu Sheng: Your aunt asked me to stay and make up lessons for your little cousin. You told my mother that you wanted to come to your classmate's house, and then hurry over there.

S:  …

After Xu Sheng notified Shao Zhan, he knocked on the bedroom door and pushed in, and found that Zhang Pengyu had already sorted out his homework in various subjects, and was sitting upright in front of the writing desk, waiting for his cousin to make up lessons for him.

Before the start of junior high school, he spent a month with Shao Zhan, and the two didn't talk much. The cousin sat on the side, and he didn't dare to breathe. Zhang Pengyu still remembered that Shao Zhan was sitting opposite him at that time.

What he didn't tell anyone was that he had seen Shao Zhan fightingthe two schools were not far apart. Injured, with cold brows and eyes, the person who was pulled out by him slumped on the ground, and then he slowly crouched down against the light of the street lamp: "Go away."

When making up the class, Shao Zhan's tone of voice was no different from the word "roll", but the content changed to "wrong", "correction" or "next question".

Xu Sheng has never given supplementary lessons, but he is someone who has received Shao Zhan supplementary courses. It is counted once in the monthly exam. At that time, Shao Zhan supplementary supplementary courses were inhumane. He adjusted his mood and pretended to imitate Shao Zhan. : "You put the book down first, don't rush to read it, let's talk about learning methods, this thing is very important."

He can, can hold on.

Not a big problem.

The opposite is just a junior high school student. Maybe he is not good at the content of high school, but he is not good at the content of junior high school?

What he said back then... Zhenger Bajing was admitted to Linjiang with his own strength.

Zhang Pengyu put down the book in a daze: "Oh."

Xu Sheng leaned against the back of the chair and pointed his fingers on the table. It really seemed like that. He asked after a long voice, "Do you know the law of depth?"

Zhang Pengyu: "I don't know, what is the law of depth?"

Xu Sheng reiterated the concept of "specializing in one subject" that Shao Zhan told him at the beginning. In fact, the concept is not important, the important thing is to delay time and show his professionalism at the same time.

This trick worked very quickly, and the younger cousin immediately threw himself into the supplementary class: "I understand, then let's start with one subject, which one should we study?"

Xu Sheng thought about where his "talent points" are now, and spoke cautiously: "Math."

The way he imitated Shao Zhan was actually nothing like it. His feet were on the edge of the chair, his long legs were bent, and he held the black pen between his fingers in an unusually sloppy manner.

"But my chemistry test was the worst this time." Zhang Pengyu felt that his cousin today was unusually kind. He scratched his head and said, "I want to supplement chemistry."

The situation was beyond his grasp, and a crack appeared on Xu Sheng's calm face.

"Can't you make up the chemistry first?"

Xu Sheng, who won 40 points in the chemistry test not long ago, gritted his teeth: "...Yes."

Xu Sheng studied hard for a period of time before the high school entrance examination. Although it was a bit abandoned for more than a year, the questions in junior high school were not at all incomprehensible. It was just that he had not touched it for too long, and his memory was inevitably blurred.

He glanced through the textbook roughly, recalled some, and lectured on the topic while recalling.

One dares to speak and the other dares to listen.

The first question my cousin wanted to hear was an experimental question.

The moment Xu Sheng saw the title, the thought that came to his mind was the same as that of his cousin: how to write this question.

He read the question several times, searched for knowledge points from his memory, and first dismantled the conditions of the question: "The elements that make up matter can be divided into two categories, metallic elements and non-metallic elements."

Xu Sheng finished speaking on the basis of his incomplete memory, flipping through the textbook in his hand, and then caught a glimpse of the textbook that reads "The elements that make up matter can be divided into three categories."

"..."

Shit, three categories?

So Xu Sheng could only stop halfway through the topic, and temporarily reverse the knowledge point: "What I said just now is wrong."

The younger cousin kept the two types of elements in his heart. Hearing this, he raised his head and said, "Huh?"

Xu Sheng: "I wanted to test you, but you didn't correct my mistake, which means you haven't completely memorized this knowledge point. It's not two types of elements, but three types, and one type of rare gas elements."

Xu Sheng: "Learning can't just be passive acceptance, but also learn to think."

I'm not afraid of learning scum without culture.

I'm afraid that the scumbag will have momentum.

Xu Sheng's lectures have a very obvious style, that is, the logic is very confusing. After all, it is very likely that many knowledge points are only remembered halfway through the lecture: "So this is the way to solve this problem, can you understand it?"

My cousin answered honestly, "No, I don't quite understand."

Xu Sheng is still better at confusing other people's reason than lecturing on topics. He still has one leg bent and his wrist is not working hard.

My cousin was a little ashamed by what he said.

He secretly said in his heart that cousin is really strong.

He could still understand when his cousin gave him a topic before, but he didn't expect it to have risen to this level now!

Little cousin: "Then... what should I do?"

"Practice brings true knowledge," Xu Sheng picked out a blank unit simulation paper from the chemistry practice book on the table, pushed it against the table, released his hand by the way, and the black fountain pen hooked between his fingers fell. , "Wrote this test paper."

Xu Sheng directly threw the test paper and dragged the time.

Xu Sheng slid open the phone with one hand and hid the phone underneath to type.

-Arrived or not.

-I'm going to reveal my stuff if I continue teaching.

Shao Zhan got off the bus and walked into the subway station.

- There's still an hour left.

-…

- Boyfriend, hold on for a while.

Xu Sheng felt that the sky was dark.

-Your boyfriend may not be able to hold on anymore.

In an hour, my little cousin spent more than half an hour writing the chemistry simulation volume.

In the middle of writing the question, Xu Sheng remembered that he did not pass the chemistry test this time: "How much did you test this time?"

Cousin: "I got 70 points for the 100% test."

This is not a good test, at least a pass.

Cousin: "I usually get an 80 in the test."

All right.

Xu Sheng set the phone to mute on the side, and then played two games secretly.

The experience of being a private tutor was very novel. After all, it was the first time that I had taught so many knowledge points in earnest. When my little cousin put down his pen and said "finished" to him, Xu Sheng had an idea. Confidence in accepting the fruits of labor...

Xu Sheng: "When you're done writing it, bring it here, and I'll approve it for you."

People often have a mentality that they must see the rewards for their labor. Driven by this mentality, Xu Sheng has a little expectation for this test paper in his hand.

Xu Sheng began to revise the paper for a separate answer book.

The first question...wrong.

The second question... is also wrong.

After the whole set of test papers was approved, Xu Sheng drew "X" more times than he ticked.

When finally calculating the total score, Xu Sheng did not want to believe that this little cousin achieved an amazing achievement in the half hour he gave him tutoring - his cousin's chemistry score declined rapidly. If converted into a graph, That is a very visually impactful career jumping curve.

Candidate's name: Zhang Pengyu.

Candidate score: 48 points.

"..."

Countless question marks appeared in front of Xu Sheng's eyes, and at the same time a sentence surrounded Xu Sheng's ears. This sentence was exactly what his cousin said before:

"I didn't do well in the test this time. I only got 70 points in the test. I can usually get 80 points in the test."

At the same time, the phone vibrated twice.

S: I'm here.