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“Oh, I’m here to teach.”

I pointed to the backpack I was carrying and told the other party the house number information that the student gave me. After hearing what I said, he seemed to have heard something interesting. The wariness in his eyes disappeared completely. Instead, he said to his colleague next to him that he would check it, and then looked at me with interest.

"You are the eighth teacher I have met this month who went to the home of that resident to give classes."

"what?"

What! The Eighth Brother is actually me? No... that's not the point.

I was stunned for a moment when I heard his words, and when he saw my confused look, he didn't hide anything and continued to speak to me directly:

"The first seven teachers who came to teach the class are probably all fired. If nothing unexpected happens, you will most likely be the eighth."

"Everyone fired?"

"Yes, anyway, I have never seen them come here a second time."

He shrugged at me as he spoke, which made me feel a little uneasy. Although I thought that I might not be the first teacher of that student, I didn't expect it to be so exaggerated. It was only the middle of the month, which meant that she changed teachers every week, and more than one!

If it were normal, I would probably turn around and leave, because most of those who do this are cheating. Although in my opinion, cheating in this way is a pure waste of time, there are still some people who do this. But thinking of this, I looked at the carved door in front of me again...

No matter how you look at it, there is no need for people to cheat in the class!

Maybe the tuition fee for one class is not even a fraction of other people’s pocket money. Thinking of this, although I looked calm on the surface, my heart was already in turmoil.

Just when I was wondering if I had come to the wrong place, another security guard nodded to the security guard in front of me, helped me open the door to the villa area, and then signaled that I could go in.

Forget it, since I'm here, I might as well just treat it as a tour.

Thinking of this, I no longer hesitated and walked straight into the gate. What caught my eye was the garden-style architecture with a Jiangnan atmosphere. Whether it was some pavilions or some perfect water features, they all made me feel like I had entered an ancient garden.

To be honest, I have seen many Western-style villas on the Internet, but this kind of modern villa full of traditional Chinese style is the first time I have seen it. If the security guard had not told me how to get there because he was afraid that I would not know the way, I would definitely get lost.

When I walked to the door of the villa, I found that this family was very particular about Feng Shui. I used to live with my grandfather for a long time. He was a fan of Chinese studies and had dabbled in many aspects, so I learned a little about Feng Shui from him.

Of course, even if I don’t understand, just by looking at the location and area of ​​this villa, I can tell that this villa is different from other villas. At least... the price must be much higher.

But just when I was curious about how to get in since there was no doorbell, the door of the villa was suddenly opened, and then an old man in a Tang suit and with an extraordinary temperament walked out.

"You are Teacher Lin, right?"

"Ah, yes, that's right."

Hearing his words, I quickly came back to my senses and looked at the old man in front of me. He had a polite smile on his face, looking friendly but not out of place. He smiled and nodded at me, then took me into the house.

"Let me introduce myself. My last name is Chen, and I'm the housekeeper here. If you have any questions, you can come to me at any time, or you can go to the maid here. We will do our best to help you solve the problem within our capabilities."

"okay!"

"The young lady is still reading. Her room is the first room on the right on the second floor. You can go there after taking a short rest. The young lady doesn't like to be disturbed when she is practicing calligraphy. So... I won't disturb you."

After Uncle Chen finished speaking, he placed the freshly brewed tea on the coffee table in front of me and left quietly.

I was sitting in the living room of this villa, I looked at the time, and found that there was still some time before class, so I didn't rush to the young lady's room. After all, according to what Uncle Chen said, she seemed to hate being disturbed suddenly.

I was not idle either. Although I knew there was a high chance that I would not be able to get the job, I still took out the information and looked over it again, just in case I forgot about it because of nervousness, which would be embarrassing.

Otherwise, being fired is one thing, and being kicked out is another.

Alas, being a teacher is not that easy.

After looking at the time and finding that it was almost time, I packed up and went to the young lady's room. Out of caution, I did not push the door open directly, but knocked on the door carefully.

"Please come in."

A cold voice came from the room, and I slowly pushed the door open.

But after entering, I was dumbfounded. The girl in front of me was not the arrogant young lady I imagined. On the contrary, her temperament was full of coldness that kept people at a distance. After seeing me come in, she continued to do her own thing and did not even look at me.

But because of this, I also took the opportunity to observe her openly.

She was wearing a black suspender gauze dress with a small jacket on the outside. Although her back was facing away from me and I couldn't see her face, judging from her figure and temperament, she could be called one of the most beautiful and elegant beauties I have ever seen.

The long black hair falls to the waist like a waterfall. The hair is straight and smooth, and the ends are evenly cut, as if they have been carefully trimmed. From a distance, it looks like a piece of black silk, which fully interprets the three words "long, black and straight".

Seeing this, I didn't say anything, but walked forward slowly, intending to see what she was doing. I saw that she was holding a brush and practicing calligraphy on rice paper. As for why I knew she was practicing, not writing...

Because there is nothing else on the rice paper except the word "Yong".

After she finished writing the last stroke, she slowly put down the brush in her hand, turned around and looked at me, staring at me with her bright and clear eyes. Her cold and indifferent gaze even made me feel a little creepy on my back.

The old saying is indeed right, a beautiful girl is not necessarily gentle and charming, she may also be cold and frosty.

"Hello, I'm Mo Yuhan."

So she said.

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Chapter 19 Training Operation

Although I haven't taught many students, I can feel that this young lady named Mo Yuhan is not easy to talk to. The aura that keeps strangers away from her is almost written on her face.

But I am a man after all, and I couldn't be overwhelmed by the aura of a little girl. So I smiled and nodded to her, and was about to give a cool self-introduction.

But before I could open my mouth... she turned her head, picked up the brush on the table and continued practicing calligraphy, which made me feel rejected. I couldn't help feeling a little confused.

If I hadn't been carrying a backpack full of materials, I would have almost forgotten why I came here. Logically speaking, students who hire a tutor don't have to fight for every minute to study, but they also don't have to say hello to me and leave me aside, right?

But I didn't get discouraged. I planned to observe her first, try to start from her interests, and then slowly get closer to her.

After all, I should give it a try anyway. Otherwise, wouldn’t it be a waste of my trip here from so far away?

I looked around and found that her room was quite bookish. The whole room was furnished with ancient-style wooden furniture, and the decoration was also in an ancient and elegant style.

Even though I don't quite understand what kind of wood these are made of, I can tell from the exquisite carvings and the mortise and tenon joints that these are made by masters, not cheap products from an assembly line. For a moment, I even felt like I had traveled through time to the boudoir of an ancient royal princess.

But I soon realized that something was wrong, or rather, some strong... sense of incongruity.

What are placed on the bookshelf are not some ancient books, but some Western opera works and some Western classic novels; on the desk full of ancient style, where brushes should have been hung, there are actually a few pens hanging; and the place originally reserved for hanging ink landscape paintings is now occupied by some Renaissance-style oil paintings.

Although modern society doesn't pay much attention to Feng Shui, and I'm not one of those old-fashioned stubborn people, but... this is too inconsistent, isn't it? To put it nicely, this room is a combination of Chinese and Western styles. To put it bluntly... it's a complete hodgepodge of Chinese and Western styles.

"What are you looking at?"

It was not until I heard the girl's cold voice ringing in my ears that I realized it was very rude to stare at another girl's bedroom. I coughed twice in embarrassment.

"Ahem, sorry." I said slowly, "The decoration of your room... is really special."

When she heard what I said, her eyebrows raised, she put down the brush in her hand, and turned around, seeming to be very interested in what I had just said.

"very special?"

"Well, the ancient-style bookshelf is filled with Western literature, the brush holder is hung with pens, and the Chinese-style room is hung with Western oil paintings. Uh... it's a 'very bold' innovation."

I heard her speak my mind bluntly, while trying to be more tactful so that it wouldn't sound so hurtful.

Although as a teacher, I am inevitably a bit too nosy when I comment on other people's decoration styles, but she is recruiting a Chinese studies teacher, not a Chinese language teacher, so in some sense, this is also within my teaching content.

"Bold... innovation?"

"Yes, if you are interested in this, we can talk about it after class." I said and took out a stack of test papers from my arms, "But now, you can answer this test paper first."

Just when I thought I had finally found the starting point and could finally start the class, she saw the test paper in my hand, and the ripples in her eyes were replaced by indifference again. After looking at me, she turned around again and continued to write her calligraphy.

Seeing that she ignored me again and continued writing her calligraphy, I thought to myself that this girl is really difficult to deal with. I originally thought that a big star like Xia Xiaoyao was difficult enough to deal with, but I didn't expect that there would be someone who is even more difficult to get along with than her!

My plan was completely disrupted by her, and she took the absolute initiative from beginning to end. Even if I kept bringing up new topics, she continued to write calligraphy and ignored me. This even made me doubt why she hired me as a tutor. Is this the latest entertainment method for the eldest daughter of a wealthy family?

This made me a little discouraged. A good cook cannot cook without rice. She didn't say a word to me, and even the master of talk therapy came, but there was nothing he could do!

"Uh, Miss, what on earth did you invite me here for?"

"..."

I knew that if I continued to delay like this, there would probably be no results. If I was fired because of my incompetence, I wouldn't complain about anything. But it would be too embarrassing to waste time here and then leave in disgrace when the time is up.

It seems that ordinary means are not feasible and some special methods must be used.

Seeing that she was still writing calligraphy and completely ignoring me, I took a deep breath and walked up to her. She seemed to be frightened by me. When she found me walking towards her quickly, she thought I was going to do something, so she turned around quickly with a look of panic on her face, but quickly forced herself to calm down.

This surprised me a bit, I thought she could keep her cold face all the time, but she broke down so quickly. Seeing her panicking but trying to stay calm, I felt she was cute for a moment, I even wanted someone to bully her.

"You...what are you going to do?"

Looking at her pretending to be calm, for a moment I even wondered if I was doing something unforgivable. However, the arrow has been shot and there is no turning back. Since the stage has been set, I have to continue acting no matter what.

"You are wasting your time practicing calligraphy like this."

"you you!"

"If you ask me, you might as well do something else with this time."

"Why do you say that?"

I ignored her angry look. Any words were empty and powerless. Only facts were the most powerful response. Ignoring her angry eyes, I snatched the brush from her hand, dipped it in the black ink on the inkstone, picked up the brush and wrote the word "永" next to her words.

"Because I am better than you, I am qualified to be your teacher."

I spoke to her in a calm tone, without any intention of showing off, but rather declaring a fact to her.

Although I looked very pretentious on the surface at this moment, I was still very grateful in my heart. Fortunately, in order to show off, I often showed off my calligraphy skills which my grandfather taught me when I was a child. Otherwise, I really wouldn't dare to show off this skill.

It turns out that the saying that interest is the best teacher is all false. Pretending to be cool is a person’s best teacher.

Although my soft brush calligraphy cannot compare with those so-called famous masters, it is more than enough for me to show off in front of this young girl who is obviously just getting started. After all, I have practiced with my grandfather for several years, so I have some basic skills.

"Not to mention that your posture and practice method are problematic, this brush alone is not something a beginner can easily master. If you continue practicing like this, you are simply wasting your time."

After hearing what I said, she wanted to say something, but after looking at what I wrote and then looking at what she had written, although she was very reluctant, she ultimately did not say anything to refute what I said.

This makes me think that this girl's character is not that bad. At least compared to some wealthy young ladies, she will not cheat or act unreasonably when faced with the facts before her, no matter how hard it is to accept them.

But it can be seen that she seems to be very shocked. It should be the first time that someone has taught her this. But I am not too surprised. After all, she is a rich girl. Even if people around her know about it, they will not risk offending their own daughter and speak out.

"If you want to practice calligraphy, I can teach you, but before that—" I put the test paper in my arms on the table, and then said, "You need to finish this test paper first. This test paper contains a lot of knowledge, which can help you understand your shortcomings."

After I finished speaking, I didn't force her or say anything else, but instead stepped back. After all...I'm not even her formal tutor now. The person who can really help her make a decision is not me, but herself. If she still insists, then there's nothing I can do.

She looked at the test paper on the table, then looked at me, her black eyes staring at me, as if she wanted to see something from my face. I leaned against the wall beside her, with my arms folded across my chest, just looking at her without saying anything.

The two of us stared at each other. Even though we didn't say anything, it didn't hinder our communication. I could see her hesitation and entanglement on her face, and she obviously understood what was in my heart. Just like that, we didn't know how long we stared at each other, maybe a few seconds, or maybe a few minutes.

It was not until the brush beside her rolled off the table to the floor that she seemed to wake up from a dream. She picked up the brush on the ground, put it back on the table, then sat in front of the table in a daze, looking at the rice paper next to her, as if she had made up her mind.

She took out a pen from the side and started writing on the test paper on the table without saying a word. I stood beside her, leaning against the wall not far from her, watching her silently.

I have to say, looking at her profile from a close distance, I found that she is indeed very beautiful. Her cool and indifferent temperament adds a bit of feeling of a talented woman to her, giving people a feeling that "she is to be admired from a distance but not to be touched".

At this time, I didn't just stand there and watch as an invigilator, but took this opportunity to look around the room again. But after I took two steps, I found a few papers on the bookcase beside me, which were blown down by the breeze outside the window.

I bent down and was about to pick up the paper that fell on the ground and put it back, but I soon realized that this didn't seem to be ordinary paper, but... a test paper?

I looked at the "strange" test paper in my hand, then looked at Mo Yuhan who was answering questions seriously at the desk, then my eyes fell on the oil painting next to me, and finally my sight returned to the "test paper" in my hand.

The "test paper" was written all over in English, even the title and the heading were in English.

Chapter 20 No matter how cold the iceberg is, it is warm inside

Although my English level is not very high, even so, when I saw the test paper without a single Chinese character from beginning to end, and the big A+ on it, anyone who is not stupid can guess that this is definitely not a domestic test paper.

After all, even if it is a bilingual test paper, there will not be a single Chinese character on the entire paper.

The date on the test paper is... uh, the beginning of this year?

Combined with the fact that she used the term "Chinese studies teacher" when recruiting a tutor and the strange decoration combination in her room, I boldly guessed... maybe the young lady in front of me is an international student who just returned from abroad.

Of course, this is not just because of those test papers, but also because I just glanced at the books on the bookshelf and found that they were not foreign language translations, but original English versions.

This kind of original English books are very difficult to read even if you have passed the Level 6 test, unless you put them on your bookshelf to show off.

Looking at those test papers with almost all correct answers, I couldn't help but twitch my eyes. A nerd of this level, even if he was just a high school student, would definitely be a student who would receive a lot of scholarships in our school.

Why do I need a tutor? This level of academic master is totally incomparable to a college student like me! But on second thought, I am not comparing all subjects with her, as long as I am better than her in Chinese studies, isn't it enough?

Fortunately, I was born and raised here and have lived here for twenty years. It is impossible that my knowledge of Chinese studies is not as good as that of an international student who just returned from abroad, right?

Thinking of this, I regained some confidence.

I think I'm okay again!

I put the fallen test papers back on the bookshelf, and then looked at Mo Yuhan who was writing furiously. Maybe what I said just now was a bit too harsh and it hit her a bit. So she was writing the test paper I prepared very seriously, and her rapid speed of answering the questions seemed to be eager to prove something to me.