On the way out of Polytechnic University, Chen Wen thought about his thoughts.

Chen Wen likes Tong Yan's current state very much, and her posture of rushing to fall in love in the past made Chen Wen unacceptable.

From Liao Lifang, Zhang Wan to Tong Yan, Chen Wen began to understand a truth, when he meets a girl he likes in the future, he should directly explain his position and method to the other party.

If the girl accepts, then everyone will be happy and will take what they want. If the girl doesn't accept Chen Wen's material gifts, it doesn't matter, no one should delay anyone's time. The world is so big, you are an encounter when you meet you, and it is also an encounter when you change someone.

Three-legged toads are hard to find, and two-legged big wave girls are not running all over the street.

Chen Wen recalled that not long ago, when that sister came to Shanghai for a concert, he had a very bad mood because of the unhappiness he encountered in Qin Yang and Tong Yan, but fortunately, Tang Jin came in time to help him resolve the gloom.

Chen Wen now realizes that it is cool to be pampered by Sister Tang, but it is impossible for Sister Tang to guard him 24 hours a day, 356 days a year, Sister Tang has her career to do, Chen Wen also has her own tasks to attack, and more often he can only rely on himself to relieve his emotions.

Today, he talked about things with Tong Yan, reached a consensus, and properly solved the girl's problem, Chen Wen found an effective way to relieve his own emotions, and the whole person was relaxed, and happily took a taxi to Chinese University of Foreign Studies.

At 8:20, Chen Wen arrived at the French class.

The classes of the summer school are very busy, how busy they are, and the schedule on the wall has instructions.

From 9 to 11 a.m., the standard class schedule is arranged, and from the afternoon to the evening, three classes are alternated. There are classes from 2 to 4 o'clock, 5 to 7 o'clock, 6 to 8 o'clock, and 6:30 to 8:30 o'clock.

The last one is all one-on-one or one-to-two oral tutoring from Ms. Meng herself.

When Chen Wen arrived, Raymond's class of an intermediate class had ended, the students had finished, and Raymond was sitting on a high stool at the front desk drinking tea and guarding the door.

"Hello Teacher Raymond!" Chen Wen greeted with a smile on his face.

"Yo, Chen Wen!" Raymond said with a smile, "Teacher Meng is tutoring a student in the speaking class, and the class will be out in a while." ”

Chen Wen asked casually: "Your shift is interesting, the class that ends at 8 o'clock and 8:30 o'clock in the evening is all your and Teacher Meng's class, and there is no Louise's class." ”

Raymond explains: "Louise's family lives far away, so it's safer to leave work earlier and get home. I'm a man, and I'm not afraid to walk at night. ”

Chen Wen asked, "What about Teacher Meng? She is so young and beautiful, isn't she afraid of meeting bad people when she comes home from work at night?"

Raymond smiled: "Teacher Meng lives in the Chinese University, and he walked a few steps downstairs from here to enter the school gate. ”

As he spoke, it was half past eight.

The door of the speaking classroom opened, and a male student in his 20s walked out of the door, turned around and said, "Thank you, Teacher Meng, goodbye, Teacher Meng!"

The male student left with his school bag on his back.

Teacher Meng walked from the classroom in the small room to the front desk, greeted Chen Wen with a slightly tired face, found her own cup, and poured water on it.

After drinking the water, Teacher Meng cleared his throat: "Raymond, you go back first." I tutored Chen Wen for another class, and it was half past nine after class. ”

"Okay, then I'll go first. Raymond looked at Chen Wen, "Class will be over in a while, Chen Wen, you are responsible for sending Teacher Meng to the gate of the University Chinese Foreign University." ”

Chen Wen smiled: "No problem! Goodbye Teacher Raymond!"

In the entire French class, there are only two people left, Chen Wen and Teacher Meng.

"I'll lock the door, and we'll have a speaking class in a while, and there's no one at the front desk, so don't run in and steal." As Mr. Meng spoke, he closed the door of the French class and locked it.

Looking at Teacher Meng's movements, listening to her words, and thinking that there were really only the two of them left here, Chen Wen suddenly felt a little beat in his heart.

"Chen Wen, come on!" Teacher Meng walked into the mouth language classroom and greeted Chen Wen.

Chen Wen followed and walked in.

Walking into the classroom, Chen Wen's eyes lit up.

The middle and upper class classrooms are the standard style of teaching environment, but the speaking class is not.

Ms. Meng's speaking classroom is more like a reception room with an intimate atmosphere, with no desks, chairs, or blackboard lecterns.

The classroom area is very small, with a square area of 9 square meters, which should have been converted from a small bedroom in the original house here.

The walls are painted with pink paint, the lights are warm, and a small single air conditioner is installed on the window.

There are two sofas in the classroom, one for a single person and the other for a double person. Chen Wenchai said that the former is Teacher Meng's seat, and the latter is a student, because sometimes two students are tutored by Teacher Meng at the same time.

The two sofas are each against a wall, and in the corner between them is a small coffee table with a vase with a handful of plastic flowers in it.

Diagonally on the coffee table sits a small bookshelf with a tape recorder and many cassette tapes. On the bottom two floors of the bookshelf, there are stacks of books.

"Sit down!" Mr. Meng pointed to the two-seater sofa, "How is it, does the environment here surprise you?"

Since entering this room, Ms. Meng has started to speak in French.

Chen Wen also replied in French: "It was really unexpected by me, it made me feel that this place is not like a classroom, but more like a small living room in a private house." ”

"When I was studying abroad, I worked in a French-run psychological clinic, and the layout of this room was similar to the treatment room there. ”

Chen Wen smiled: "Teacher Meng, you say this, it makes me feel like a patient with psychological problems. ”

Teacher Meng smiled: "Don't call me Teacher Meng, from now on, you will call me by my name in the next hour, Meng Xiang." ”

Chen Wenying said, "Okay, Meng Xiang, is our class starting now?"

Meng Xiang said: "It has already started from the moment you enter the door!"

Chen Wen asked, "I haven't taken your speaking class before, is it possible that a casual chat like ours is the legendary one-on-one tutoring?"

Meng Xiang said: "Other people's one-on-one tutoring is not as high as yours, and with most students, it is impossible for me to talk as freely as I do now." It's you, your French is so good that you can talk to me so easily. ”

Chen Wen felt that this one-hour one-on-one oral tutoring was too valuable, and the physical and mental feelings were very good. Since they chatted freely, and they didn't have the opportunity to take Teacher Meng's class again in the future, Chen Wen moved to ask something, so as not to regret it in his memory in the future.

Chen Wen asked, "Meng Xiang, I have a question, which I actually had when I was in the advanced class this morning. ”

Meng Xiang asked, "What's the problem?"

Chen Wen expressed his doubts about Meng Xiang's dress today that did not match her age and temperament: "I wonder why you are wearing such a skirt. ”

When Meng Xiang heard this, her expression was sluggish for a moment, and she was sitting on the single sofa, putting her hands on the armrests, clenching her fists for a while, and quickly letting go again.

Chen Wen was able to judge from her movements that this woman had something on her mind and was struggling with her thoughts.

Chen Wen asked, "Does my question make you uneasy? If it's inconvenient to answer, then forget it." ”

Meng Xiang sighed softly: "The demeanor you said was the same as his." ”

Chen Wen could guess who he was that Meng wanted to say, most of them were old lovers, but he didn't ask.

Meng Xiang asked, "Do you know how to dance?"

Chen Wen nodded: "Ballroom dancing, Qiaqia, Tango, and break dancing, I will do it." ”

Chen Wen is not bragging at all, in his previous life, he worked in dance halls and bars for more than 20 years, and he really knows all kinds of dances. Not all of them will be proficient, but they will certainly be.

Meng Xiang walked to the small bookshelf, took out a box from a pile of tapes, put it in the tape recorder, and pressed the play button.

"Come on!" Meng Xiang turned around, raised his left hand high, raised his right hand flat, and made a lady's ballroom dance gesture.