Liang Jian: I have a canteen

Chapter 128 Tutoring Homework
Operation?

operation.

Operation!

Song Chunlin murmured softly, through the swirl-shaped lens, he seemed to see a black hole in his eyes, deep and distant, but more confused.

Qin Wanli also seemed to have eaten a fly, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, his throat rolled up and down, and his stomach churned.

No matter which era, homework has always been a nightmare for Chinese students. It has a long history through ancient and modern times.

From childhood to adulthood, there is no way to escape.

As small as 1+2=3, as large as a graduation thesis spanning several years, homework always accompanies us as we grow.

Seeing the honor of the two students now, Xu San knew that they must have not finished their homework.

It’s not that they are lazy and don’t write, the more reason may be that they don’t know how to write. High school is not a private school, and they learn a lot, such as mathematics, physics and chemistry, and there may be no one around to help them.

Xu San smacked his mouth, pulled a chair and got down, poured himself a cup of tea, and looked at the two idle students with interest.

If you haven't written your homework, you can't write it, but it's wrong for you to spend your parents' money on wine.

Forget it, isn't the rich second generation like this, and Xu San is not their parent, so of course he doesn't care.

But there was one thing that worried him.

In November 37, Taiyuan fell, and the defense of Taiyuan ended.

Xu San, who understands history, certainly knows what Taiyuan will look like afterwards.

Although the school under this background can be opened, it is conceivable what it teaches.

There is definitely no patriotic education, and brainwashing education should be indispensable.

As for the high school, it was still named Heyuan, and Xu San estimated that it was run by devils to train traitors.

With a sigh in my heart, I just hope that these students still have a conscience in their hearts.

After drinking a glass of water, Xu San said in Japanese, "What homework did the teacher leave for this winter vacation?"

The sudden speaking of Japanese confused everyone in the room, including Sister Hua and Xiaohong.

The room was quiet for a while before Song Chunlin said, "Are you a traitor?"

"Yes!" Xu San replied with a smile, and opened his clothes to reveal his gun, but in his heart, he complained that Song Chunlin was making a big fuss.

But think about it, these days, there are indeed quite a lot of traitor translations, at least in TV dramas.

Seeing the gun again, Song Chunlin had a frightened expression on his face.

But Xu San also showed firmness and struggle on his face, and at the same time, he looked at Sister Hua and Xiaohong with disgust in his eyes, and he seemed to classify Sister Hua as Xu San.

Fortunately, I still have a conscience and have not been brainwashed.

"Don't you understand what I just said?" Xu San asked gloomily.

"I don't understand, I just know that Sensen means teacher." Song Chunlin said firmly, resolutely not to associate with traitors.

He shook his clothes and covered the gun, "Why don't you learn Japanese?"

"Hmph!" Song Chunlin snorted coldly, and rolled his eyes at Xu San, meaning, it's not obvious that traitors only learn Japanese.

Seeing this honor, Xu San scolded in his heart, sb, why don't you learn if you have the opportunity, don't you know one more skill and one more way?
"Okay, if you don't study, don't study. I just asked you what homework you left for the winter vacation?" Xu San continued the topic just now.

"Are you in control? You're not my teacher." Song Chunlin's tone was not kind, a bit childish.

Xu San turned to Qin Wanli and said, "You, Mr. Qin, have you finished your homework?"

"Why are you asking this?"

Xu San frowned, and tried to imitate the appearance of a high school teacher: "I am idle, I will check and check your homework."

"Examination? You? Have you ever been to school?" Qin Wanli looked at Xu San's bald head and black short coat with an open front, no matter how you looked at it, he looked like a traitor.This kind of person deserves to go to school?

"Why, underestimating people, right? Although my school is not famous, it's not a problem to help you with homework." Xu San said confidently, and then pointed out the gun again.

Qin Wanli was suffering in his heart, and thought, I have provoked someone.

I just brought my classmates to drink some flower wine, how could I knock down such a plague god.

Generally, those who come to this place to rob girls are either competing for money or talent.

You are Qiu Ba unreasonable, it's fine to play tricks, why are you still checking your homework?

This is really a scholar who meets a soldier, and he can only tell clearly after completing his homework.

Qin Wanli lost the arrogance he had just now, but he still had a bit of dissatisfaction on his face: "No! It's not that the two of us are mentally ill. We drink flower wine and still have homework."

"That...I brought that." Song Chunlin said in a low voice.

Originally, I wanted to tease these two students and scare them away, but I didn't expect this Song Chunlin to come here with homework. Did you expect Sister Hua to do it?

"Since I brought it, let's take a look." Xu San said bravely, he forgot almost everything about mathematics, physics and chemistry in high school, otherwise, it would be embarrassing.

After thinking about it, labor and management don't feel ashamed of acting as a traitor anyway, let alone pretending to understand if they don't understand.

Song Chunlin seemed to be struggling in his heart, and then took out a paper from his schoolbag.

At this time, he was angry. Although the bald head in front of him looked fierce, what he said should not be groundless, because he knew how difficult it is to learn a foreign language fluently, so he took out the most troublesome thing for him. Mathematics, so as to give this traitor a blow.

Schoolbags, papers!
What a nostalgic thing.

Xu San can only remember the lost youth in his heart.

The examination paper was incomplete, only one page, which was printed with ink or handwritten, but looking at the neat font, Xu San couldn't help sighing that the teacher who produced the examination paper was very attentive.

Looking at the paper in his hand, the corners of Xu San's mouth turned up, "Is the teacher who teaches you mathematics from Huaxia?"

"Correct."

"Teaching in a school run by Dongying people, he is also a traitor, right?"

Xu San's words touched a sensitive nerve in Song Chunlin's anger, so he roared angrily, "No!"

"Really?" Xu San's expression was contemptuous, and there was a sense of disbelief in his tone.

Song Chunlin wanted to argue, but Qin Wanli covered his mouth, pulled him aside, and said, "Don't you want to check your homework? Why don't you check it? I think you can't do it, right? If you can't, just leave quickly. Don't be an eyesore here, and affect the mood of our two brothers."

Xu San smiled, knowing it well.

Yes, there are still many people fighting in their own way in the occupied areas.

Just like this teacher who teaches in the school of Japanese people.

At this moment, Xu San felt that the loneliness in his heart had faded a bit, and then he began to look down at the paper seriously.

The question is not difficult, but for him, he can still solve it after trying to recall. Looking at the paper, Xu San seems to have returned to his high school days, before the college entrance examination.

Asked for draft paper and pens, Xu San started calculations on it, and the two students also came over to watch Xu San's calculations.

After watching it for a while, I was attracted, because Xu San just hesitated for a while at the beginning, and then the next calculation steps were all correct, and the thinking was simple and clear.

Xu San handed over the calculation paper and the test paper, and then pointed at the test paper, "This trigonometric function is wrong." Then he said the way to solve the problem.

Although they didn't like Xu San, Song Chunlin and Qin Wanli still listened carefully.

After talking about it, Xu San put the papers on the table, "Should I still have the papers? You don't need to give me liberal arts. By the way, I can also tutor Japanese."

(End of this chapter)