Tutoring is hard but fun. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Chen Chuan was the first to get up at six o'clock in the morning, and then he went to pat Song Jia, Zhao Mo and Fang Ping's doors in turn after washing, and then went to make breakfast - yes, although Song Chu said that he hoped that all four of them could practice their cooking skills and cultivate their ability to live independently, but probably he didn't expect these bastard boys (except for Chen Chuan) to really enter the kitchen obediently, and in the end, Chen Chuan still became the cook of four people.

Cook Chen Chuan cooked porridge, fried eggs, and then opened the refrigerator to take a few buns to heat them in the microwave, and found Zhao Mojiao walking in with slippers and sluggishness, and then yawned while helping him hold the dishes and chopsticks.

"I'm going crazy, Fang Ping's kid is actually snoring, I didn't fall asleep until two in the morning." Zhao Mo's eyes were blue, and he just happened to reflect the same face, "I'm going to sleep with you tonight." ”

Chen Chuan put the hot buns on the plate and looked at him pityingly: "I don't snore, but I have to turn on the light when I sleep......"

Zhao Mo stared at Chen Chuan for a minute, and then said lifelessly: "Let me hit my head to death......

Breakfast began in the midst of the fighting. At the dinner table, Zhao Mo warned Fang Ping that if he snored again, he would kick Fang Ping into the living room to sleep, but Fang Ping said aggrievedly that this was not something he could control; Song Jia took advantage of Fang Ping's quarrel with Zhao Mo to steal the last omelette on Fang Ping's plate, while Chen Chuan seized every opportunity to memorize words.

In the morning, Chinese and Mathematics are discussed. The Chinese tutor is said to be a star teacher in a middle school directly under the Ministry of Education, who has taught countless students who have been admitted to Tsinghua University of Peking University. The math teacher is from another school, and he is a master of the sea of questions, and Zhao Mo's face turned pale after two hours - the teacher in charge seemed to know Zhao Mo's mother, and left him homework for Zhao Mo alone, and the other three people who were not easy to burden had to wish him "the road to the mountain of books is diligent".

At noon, Chen Chuan passed the lunch with noodles. Of course, he still has a conscience and makes a special face, otherwise the other three people would have to eat a meal of bare plate clear soup noodles. After eating, several people decided that they had to take a nap - in fact, in the last half hour of math class, Zhao Mo was definitely not the only one with black eyes and heavy eyelids.

The English class in the afternoon turned out to be the most relaxing part for the four of them. In addition to Chen Chuan, the other three people have good English, especially Zhao Mo and Song Jia. Therefore, the teacher only assigned intensive homework to these three people, and left most of the attention to Chen Chuan - Chen Chuan thus experienced the feeling of Zhao Mo in the morning math class, and finally the teacher was willing to announce that today's part was over after leaving a bunch of homework, and the twenty-six English letters in Chen Chuan's mind had flown into a hornet's nest.

The intense study is finally over, and this is only the first day.

Zhao Mo was lying on the sofa, Fang Ping took a look at it, and came back to Song Jia and Chen Chuan and said, "He has less air in and more gas. ”

"Are you going to pull it and bury it?" Song Jia asked with a grin.

Then a pillow flew out of the sky and smashed right on the back of Song Jia's head. He covered his head and looked back angrily, just in front of Zhao Mo's white and black eyes, full of excitement, smiled wryly, and immediately didn't dare to make a mistake.

Chen Chuan beckoned Fang Ping to collect the textbooks, exercise books and test papers that were spread out on a table and threw them on the coffee table, and then solemnly said: If he is still the only one cooking, then everyone will simply eat takeout.

Song Jia, who had already eaten takeout and wanted to vomit, immediately raised his hand in surrender, and the other two followed into the kitchen with the politeness of someone else's family after all. Fortunately, Chen Chuan didn't have any hope for them at all, and the work assigned to them was within his ability: such as washing eggplant and cucumbers, digging rice and cooking rice, bringing him a bowl and plate, and nothing else.

That's it, after half past five. Chen Chuan cleaned up the kitchen, came out and took his rolls and stationery and sat down on the dining table, Fang Ping immediately let out a miserable scream: "Can you not put in it so early?" I saw that pile of rolls and wanted to die! ”

Chen Chuan calmly pointed out to him: "If you don't hurry up now, you don't have to think about going to sleep before twelve o'clock tonight." Then he thought for a moment and added, "I promised Uncle Song that I must go to bed before twelve o'clock." ”

"That's because Uncle Song is worried that you will lose the time when you read the book." Fang Ping muttered reluctantly to the dining table, looking at his own stall of printed materials and couldn't help but feel sad: "My youth, my life, just wasted like this......"

Zhao Mo glanced at him from above his glasses and sneered: "I think that these papers and exercise books ensure that your youth and your life will not be wasted." ”

Song Jia let out a sneering chuckle as he opened the scroll resignedly, "Okay, you really don't waste time, come over and do it." Let's do English first, that's simpler, and then Chen Chuan, you just do math first, everyone finish the part you are best at first, and leave some time to tutor each other" He instructed Fang Ping to go to the kitchen to get a few cans of drinks: "Everyone, hurry up, I still want to go to bed early." ”

At the beginning of the tutoring, Song Jia once imagined that a few friends would watch a game together every night after studying - football or basketball, or secretly drink some beer (he specially left the phone number of the convenience store in the community for this purpose); During breaks, I invite my classmates to play games at home, or we go out to play football and watch movies.

It's exciting to think about, it belongs to the summer of youth.

But now, his only thought was to give him more time to sleep.

This is the beginning of the summer tuition. The four of them went from nervousness to exhaustion to numbness for only five days, so at the end of the sixth day of tutoring, the English teacher smiled and told them that when they rested tomorrow, whether it was Fang Ping Song Jia or Zhao Mo Chen Chuan, they all had a sense of absurdity that it was going to rain red, and then felt infinitely sad because of this sense of absurdity.

"Okay!" At dinner, Song Jia was as energetic as if he had been beaten with chicken blood, and sprayed while eating: "Tomorrow we will go out to play!" If you don't play for a day, you can't make up for our losses, students! ”

The other three complained about rescuing the dish from someone's poisonous range in time, and then Zhao Mo was the first to object: he put the plate of shredded green pepper meat back on the table, and then made a gesture and said, "Don't talk - I'm going to sleep lazy tomorrow, and then I have homework after I get up." ”

Everyone followed Zhao Mo's gaze to look at the pile of rolls piled on the coffee table before they had time to clean up, and the air showed signs of instant solidification.

Chen Chuan said the second that he would not participate: "I want Zhao Mo to help me make up the grammar again tomorrow, and I also want to memorize more words." ”

Song Jia looked at Fang Ping with hope: "Hey, you're not their kind of good student, come, good brother for life, tell me, Fang Ping, you want to go out with me, right?" ”

Fang Ping's gaze wandered for a moment in Song Jia's oppressive gaze, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and then said with a dry smile: "That ......" He understood Song Jia's wordless threat at the moment of life and death, was silent for a while, and said pitifully: "Yes, I'll go with you." ”

And so the rest day ended happily.

He was the only one at the breakfast table the next day - Song Jia and Fang Ping said that they were going out to eat, and Zhao Mo said that he wanted to sleep, and breakfast or something would be forgotten. The first thing he did after a pleasant meal was to clean up.

The Song family has an aunt who works part-time, and she will come to clean every three days, but after all, she only comes once every three days, and many details are like that. Chen Chuan wiped the table and wiped the floor while memorizing words, and finally was so tired that he sweated profusely as if he had just been fished out of the water - he was alone, and it was still early in the morning, and Chen Chuan was reluctant to turn on the air conditioner in the living room.

"It's so hot......" Zhao Mo stood at the door of the guest room sleepily, and then woke up by the heat wave that came to his face. He took a step back, and then asked, "Chen Chuan, why don't you turn on the air conditioner?" ”

"It's just me, forget it." Chen Chuan drank a large empty glass of water, then looked at the living room that seemed to be glowing everywhere with satisfaction, turned his head and asked Zhao Mo, "Are you going to get up?" Shall I turn on the air conditioner and eat? ”

"Want to ......" Zhao Mo looked at Chen Chuan with mixed feelings, and then couldn't help but say, "You got up early in the morning to do hygiene?" ”

"I can't sleep when the time comes. And we haven't washed our clothes for the past few days. Chen Chuan didn't feel Zhao Mo's entanglement at all, he asked Zhao Mo: "Do you want to wash your clothes?" ”

"Want-" Zhao Mo was silent for a moment and asked, "What do you take to wash?" ”

"A few single clothes, hand washed." Chen Chuan's face was as it should be.

Zhao Mo finally couldn't help sighing, he took out the dirty clothes from the bedroom, and then asked Chen Chuan to collect the clothes of the other two people, and threw a large pile of clothes into the washing machine.

"Chen Chuan," Zhao Mo patted him on the shoulder, "When you can save effort, don't force yourself too much." ”

"Not really." Chen Chuan felt that if it was Zhao Mo's words, he would not have to say many words, "I am very grateful to my uncle and aunt, and I am not the same as you......" He smiled and turned around to go to the kitchen.

Sometimes, giving and receiving is a complex issue. Chen Chuan thanked the Song family for their kindness, but he couldn't let himself feel at ease with these precious gifts. Zhao Mo felt that Song Chu saw Chen Chuan's heart knot, so he said let them take care of themselves, after all, except for Chen Chuan, parents didn't believe that their son suddenly had the skill to make a stomach.