The bell for the third class of high school class rang.

On the way to the director's office, the corridor was filled with students coming out to let the air.

Seeing that there were too many people, Jian Qing tried hard to hold back her tears, but she couldn't breathe, and she thrust her thrusts and made a more swearing sound.

She had never been to high school before, and the fresh environment occupied her attention and she looked around with her head tilted.

I found that the classrooms in the high school are much larger than those in the primary school, and even the tables, chairs and benches are larger.

The older brothers and sisters in the corridor were looking at them intentionally or unintentionally.

"Damn it, look, isn't that my brother Lu?" Pei Hao hung his hands on the railings in the corridor, and he was standing in a straight shape, staring at Lu Huaiyu who was following the director with surprise.

The classroom of their senior high school experimental class is next to the office of the director. Every day, the director can see the director leading the students who committed the crime into the office. Everyone knows that there will be no good things when they go in.

"He was also taught by the director in the office."

"Who is the little ghost following behind? Why are you still crying?"

"Could it be that Brother Lu bullied the elementary school student?" Pei Hao rolled his eyes and guessed. Although he was unbelievable, it seemed that there was only one explanation.

“…”

Lu Huaiyu didn't know why, but the voices of these people secretly discussed were so loud, especially Pei Hao, which was difficult not to hear them.

Why do they all think he bullied the child?

It's obviously the child bullying him, okay?

His gaze moved downward and saw Jian Qing's head hanging down, her little face covered in tears, and she looked pitiful.

As if feeling his sight, the child raised his head and made a grimace at him that he thought he was fierce.

"..." Lu Huaiyu silently withdrew his gaze, with no expression on his face, but sighed softly in his heart.

This kid.

The director's office was decorated in a simple manner, with a wooden desk with thick glass panels on it, and a simple double sofa and coffee table for meeting guests.

Because it was not a big mistake, the director did not sit at the desk and let them stand as usual, but pointed to the sofa, "You guys sit there."

Jian Qing has always disliked the teacher's office and was a little restrained, as if she had just been scolded by the Chinese teacher in the office, and sat on the sofa with her legs closed and her legs closed.

Before the director of the teaching staff could speak, the office door was knocked on, and a teacher leaned in, "Director Liu, it's not done yet, the meeting is about to begin."

The director patted his forehead and then remembered that there was a teaching and research meeting this afternoon, "Now."

He picked up two glasses of water from the water dispenser and put them on the coffee table.

"I have something to do, you guys sit down first."

He glanced at Lu Huaiyu and clicked on the broken paper on the table, "Teach her well and correct all the wrong questions on the paper. I will come back to check later."

When the director closed the door, a gust of wind blew from the window. Under the influence of the wind, the sound of closing the door was louder than expected.

With a slam, the door was closed.

Jian Qing shivered by the loud voice.

Then, a moment of silence fell into the room.

"..." Lu Huaiyu leaned against the sofa, pressed his fingers lightly on his temple, and his light shone at the little girl next to him.

The sofa seat was very high, half of it, she sat in a small area, her short legs could not reach the ground, her round eyes could not blink, her wet eyelashes trembled slightly, and she looked well-behaved and innocent.

“…”

I really don't know how to say about her.

I was afraid that he would make people cry again if he didn't pay attention.

Lu Huaiyu pulled the corner of his mouth helplessly, pulled out two tissues from the paper box on the coffee table and handed them to her, "Wipe the snot."

"..." Jian Qing cried enough, and now she lost her temper and took the tissue obediently.

The left and right teaching director assigned a task, but there was no way, Lu Huaiyu found transparent tape in the shelf and helped her stick the torn papers bit by bit.

"..." Jian Qing stared at his movements, and then realized that she felt guilty. She obviously robbed the paper by herself.

She opened her mouth and said silly: "Thank you brother."

Lu Huaiyu tore off the transparent tape, lifted up his eyelids, and said in a faint tone, "You're welcome."

He pressed the wrinkled paper again, spread it out, and then picked a red ballpoint pen from the pen holder.

With clean and slender fingers, lightly pressed the tip of the pen, and circled Jian Qing’s first wrong question on the paper.

"Come on," he said, "I will teach you to correct your mistakes."

Anyway, I'm idle.

"..." Jian Qing actually doesn't like such one-on-one tutoring.

Teacher Huang has tutored her like this before. When she can't answer questions, she can't hide and she can't hide, and she will even make her look very stupid.

"I have written the correct answer," she whispered.

Because Teacher Huang was going to copy it, she borrowed the test paper from her deskmate and copied the correct answer first.

Lu Huaiyu tapped his index finger on the paper in a flash.

My eyes fell on an application question, and there was a clear missed operation process in the middle, and finally I could get the correct answer.

I guess the answer to whom the little girl copied.

I really didn't copy it correctly.

He raised his eyebrows and moved the paper over, "Then tell me how did you calculate it."

"Three bags of flour weigh 75 kilograms, how many kilograms are eight bags of flour?" Lu Huaiyu repeated the question.

Such a simple math problem can be calculated by hand.

"..." Jian Qing grabbed the tissue that Lu Huaiyu had just stuffed her, and couldn't explain a solution for a long time.

Lu Huaiyu waited for a long time without any reaction. He raised his eyes and saw that her face was full of pain. He was silent for a while. Finally, he accepted his fate and took a piece of white paper from the table and taught him little by little.

Because the third grade questions are too simple, as a contestant who scored full marks in the high school mathematics competition and relied on understanding the questions, Lu Huaiyu didn't know where to start teaching her.

If you don’t understand one method, you can change to another method, and teach it over and over again.

Finally he discovered that when drawing graphics and telling them to the painting, the little girl understood the fastest.

"Look, there are four ducks and five rabbits on the paper. How many legs do you have?"

Jian Qing lay on the short coffee table, staring at the simple drawings of the ducklings and rabbits on the white paper, frowned, and muttered dissatisfiedly: "Your little rabbit is not good-looking."

"..." Lu Huaiyu's forehead was bulging with blue veins. For the first time, he felt that his patience was not enough, "Then you draw."

He turned the pen upside down and handed it to her.

Jian Qing buried her head, held a ballpoint pen in her little hand, and drew a rabbit carefully, which was much more serious than listening to him when he was giving a question.

Although the lines are still very tender, her little rabbit is vivid.

After the fourth class, the teacher came back from outside and opened the office door. What caught my eye was a big and a small look, facing a paper, and the two of them were very close to each other, looking like they were brothers and sisters.

He picked up the paper and gave another question to test Jian Qing according to the question type.

Although Jian Qing can't remember mathematical formulas, he drew pictures on the draft paper and compared the numbers on his fingers, and gave the correct answer.

"That's right." The director said with satisfaction, "I'll teach her like this in the future, and try to get a score of 100 in the final exam."

"..." Jian Qing curled her lips. She had never had much confidence in her studies. "I can't get a score of 100 points."

Lu Huaiyu glanced at her and the child knew him well.

"How can you know if you don't try it?" The director is an encouragement educator. He doesn't think of the students in his hands losing confidence and motivation, especially a child. If he doesn't have a good attitude, he will become erroneous in the future.

He looked at the little girl's 'brother', "You can teach her more if you have nothing to do in the future, and I will check the results of the final exam."

“…”

In a word from the director, Lu Huaiyu inexplicably added a job to teach elementary school students to study.

When he walked out of the office, his face looked a little ugly.

Behind him, a child who was tired and couldn't cry and rubbed his eyes.

In the corner of the corridor, Pei Hao waved to him with a stingy look on his face, and made a strange sound of "puchi" in his mouth.

He ran over and teased sarcastically: "Brother Lu, it's so strange, you've also entered the office of the Director of the Dean."

Pei Hao quietly looked at the little devil following behind him, "Have you hit the child?"

"..." Lu Huaiyu ignored Pei Hao and lowered his head, "You said yourself, have I hit you?"

Jian Qing held the sticky paper in her hand and shook her head.

"Then have I bullied you?" he continued to ask.

"..." Jian Qing recalled what happened in the Shulin and had forgotten where he bullied her, so she continued to shake her head.

A trace of guilt arose in her young heart. She reached out and pulled the corner of Lu Huaiyu's school uniform. Her voice was timid and soft, and she called him 'brother' in a low voice, "I'm sorry..."
To be continued...