On the last day of the November holiday, Lu Yunfei refused Wen Mingyi’s invitation to eat and Li Yuanqing’s invitation to play games. He concentrated on reviewing English at home, hoping that he would not die too ugly.

However, as the saying goes, the more you are afraid, the more you will come. Lu Yunfei looked at the paper that Bian Jinyuan handed him, and he had only one thought in his heart, and when it was over, he was dead now.

He finished writing the paper in two classes and handed it to Bian Jinyuan.

Bian Jinyuan asked him very intimately, "Do you need red pen correction?"

Lu Yunfei felt that this was simply embarrassing him, Lu Aotian!

"No, no more."

Bian Jinyuan understood.

He took the paper and looked at it carefully. Lu Yunfei carefully observed his micro expression, but it was a pity that Bian Jinyuan was born with an indifferent face. Lu Yunfei looked at it for a long time, but he didn't see what he thought.

After waiting for a long time, Bian Jinyuan finally turned his gaze away from the paper and looked at Lu Yunfei.

Lu Yunfei smiled at him with a guilty conscience, "failed, right?"

"You know yourself very well."

"It's been such a long time, and it should be self-knowledge."

Bian Jinyuan felt that his words sounded rather sad.

"It's okay, make it up slowly," he said.

Lu Yunfei sighed, "How easy is it? I started to ask for tutors in English since elementary school, but my junior high school was brilliant, and my high school instantly fell to the bottom of the parabola. Oh, it's difficult."

Bian Jinyuan collected the papers and said to him, "Take your time, find the right method, and you can always improve."

After he finished speaking, he started to make his own math papers. Lu Yunfei looked at him and said in his heart, so this is over? Is it really just getting to know the bottom line? Shouldn't he take the opportunity to develop a tutorial plan for himself? Is this gone?

"That, Teacher Bian." Lu Yunfei poked him with that pen, "Do you have anything else you want to say?"

Bian Jinyuan shook his head.

Lu Yunfei was shocked, but he thought that Bian Jinyuan was planning to help him with tuition yesterday! It turned out to be a mess for a long time, and it was really just a bottom line. Then he was so embarrassed to say so high-sounding yesterday, it was a waste of people's feelings!

Lu Yunfei felt that he had been deceived, the scumbag, Bian Jinyuan was simply too scumbag! Lu Yunfei angrily took out his math papers and started to do it too.

At noon, Bian Jinyuan left the classroom early to work as usual. Lu Yunfei, Li Yuanqing and Wen Mingyi went to dinner.

Li Yuanqing complained all the way, "You don't know how bitter my eleventh is! My mother doesn't let auntie cook for me, she has to let me do it myself."

"Then you do it." Lu Yunfei said.

"Yo, Shao Lu said lightly, can you cook?"

Lu Yunfei looked at him, "I don't know how, but I have an aunt."

"So you are hungry for three days?" Wen Mingyi asked him.

"That's not the case. Although my real mother makes me starve, I still have a godmother! The godmother makes me feel good."

Lu Yunfei looked at him with a puzzled look, "You, godmother?"

"It's not my godmother, it's everyone's godmother." Li Yuanqing smiled, "The goddess of the nation-old godmother."

"So you ate the old godmother for three days in a row?" Wen Mingyi was shocked, "have you locally lowered blood?"

Li Yuanqing:...

Li Yuanqing looked at him helplessly, "I'm also a person who has a meal, okay, I just embraced the goddess at home, plunged into the arms of godmother, and when I went out, I would leap in the ocean and let the birds fly."

Speaking of this, Lu Yunfei suddenly remembered something, "You said that Bian Jinyuan works at noon every day, so can he still eat this lunch?"

He still remembered that the last time he helped Bian Jinyuan finished a fight, it was about one thirty before Bian Jinyuan went to dinner. So, where does he work at noon? It's definitely not a cake shop. The cake shop is too far away from the school. There is not enough time for him to go back and forth and work part-time.

"Are you curious," Wen Mingyi said, "then you can just ask him if it's fine. I think he treats you well and supervises you to recite English words."

"Don't mention it." Lu Yunfei was angry when he listened. Fortunately, he has been ready to apprentice to learn art since yesterday, but the teacher just said casually. Dead man. At this time, Lu Yunfei felt that Bian Jinyuan's former deskmate was right-Xueba is reliable, and sows can climb the tree.

Facts have proved that even if the sow has been on the tree, the Xueba is still unreliable.

"I don't want to. Let's go, let's eat."

In the evening, Lu Yunfei saw Teacher Wang again. After 11th, Teacher Wang summarized a new set of tuition methods for him.

"How is it? Does it feel better than before?" Teacher Wang asked expectantly.

Lu Yunfei looked at his young English teacher who was in charge of the lush hair, and said guiltily and candidly, "You may not believe it, but you really don't."

Teacher Wang felt that he was going to be autistic.

"It's okay, this is only the first stage. Let's try again to see if there is any improvement in the future."

Lu Yunfei looked at him with a strong face. He always felt that if he continued to do this, I don't know if he could improve his English, but it is estimated that Teacher Wang's volume will gradually decrease.

In the end, he didn't become stronger, but Teacher Wang became bald, which was terrible.

So Lu Yunfei patted his half-blood tutor on the shoulder, "Thank you."

"Don't work hard, serve the people." Teacher Wang replied with the spirit of the party.

At nine o'clock in the evening, Lu Yunfei woke up again in the Tmall Elf. This time, there were no other people in Bian Jinyuan's family. Bian Jie was teaching Shuangshuang to recognize characters, while Bian Jinyuan was writing something.

Lu Yunfei felt bored, and simply memorized English words.

He memorized it for a while, and heard Bian Jie and Bian Jinyuan say, "I and Shuangshuang are going to bed, and you go to bed earlier."

"Yeah." Bian Jinyuan nodded, "I'll go to sleep after I finish writing these."

Bian Jie took a look and asked him, "Are you writing English?"

Bian Jinyuan nodded.

Seeing this, Bian Jie didn't bother anymore, washed Shuangshuang's face, hands and feet, and hugged him back to the room to sleep.

Lu Yunfei saw that Bian Jinyuan had been writing English with his head down, and occasionally flipped through the book and looked at the teaching aid materials at hand. He wondered what kind of English this is, and it takes so long to write. IELTS?

He looked at the clock that was hung on the wall not far away, and when the clock was pointing to twelve o'clock, he reminded Bian Jinyuan, "Now time, Beijing time, 24 o'clock exactly."

Bian Jinyuan was unexpectedly startled by his sudden voice, turned his head to look at the Tmall Elf who was not too far away, and said helplessly, "Tmall Elf."