Jiang Ningxi: ...It's just a job application for a private tutor position. People who don't know better would think you're doing a talent show.
"Mrs. Chen, I haven't shown you my resume yet."
Mrs. Chen waved her hand directly, "No need, I can tell at a glance that you are a very reliable teacher, I'll entrust my daughter Xiaoyan to you."
"If you can cure him, 20,000 per lesson!"
Jiang Ningxi's almond-shaped eyes instantly turned into a $.
"Don't worry, Madam Chen!"
Soon, Madam Chen led her to Chen Qingyan's room on the second floor.
As soon as I reached the door, I heard a deafening noise coming from inside.
Madam Chen frowned instinctively.
"That kid is messing around again."
"I don't expect him to be anything extraordinary, but at least he shouldn't fail any courses!" He shouldn't fall too far behind the top student! That would be embarrassing!
"But all he wants to do is play that crappy bass!"
"And you played it like this, it's like you have no talent but still insist on playing!"
How can we not fight for our son who's like this?
Once the eldest son takes over, the mother and son will have no choice but to beg for food!
Who told her the eldest child wasn't her biological son? She was just a stepmother!
[But Chen Qingyan has absolutely no talent for managing a company, yet you still forced him to compete, and in the end he not only gained nothing but also suffered the loss of his family, leaving others to take advantage of him for nothing.]
Mrs. Chen: ...That might not necessarily be true.
After comforting myself like this, I felt a little better.
The door to the room was opened.
Jiang Ningxi then saw a blinding yellow.
A boy dressed in a studded punk style stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, holding a bass guitar and playing it with complete absorption.
His long, blond hair fluttered in the wind.
Before they could even speak, the blond-haired man turned around and shouted with a dissatisfied look on his face.
"What are you doing? Didn't I tell you not to come into my room without permission?!"
"This is your English tutor, be polite," Mrs. Chen said, frowning at him and gently scolding him.
Chen Qingyan stared at Jiang Ningxi for a moment, then suddenly sneered, "You? You think you're qualified to teach me English?"
"Do you know how many teachers I've driven away? Not counting you, there are at least thirty-eight. Even teachers from other places don't dare to come and teach me."
"If you really want to stay and earn this money, that's fine too. Considering how pretty you are, I agree. But stay put and don't bother me, or you'll regret it!"
Hearing his words, Jiang Ningxi remained expressionless.
However, Madam Chen looked as if she was about to faint from anger.
Jiang Ningxi didn't care whether she felt dizzy or not, but she did care whether she could handle the job.
Looking up at the boy not far away, he asked, "You call that bass?"
After saying that, she took a few big steps forward and snatched the bass from the boy's hand.
Then sling it over your shoulder.
Soon, a dynamic and smooth melody emanated from the bass played by Jiang Ningxi.
Watching her slender fingers casually fiddling with the bass, she could produce such amazing music.
Chen Qingyan was somewhat stunned.
After about a minute, Jiang Ningxi stopped playing and then tossed the bass, worth over 100,000 yuan, to the boy.
"That's what playing bass is all about, you get it?"
"I don't really want to teach a student like you who has no talent." With that, he turned and left.
Before she could even start counting down in her head, she was called back.
"Wait, you, you teach me to play this."
"Whatever my mom pays you, I'll double it!"
Mrs. Chen, standing to the side: ...That brat!
Seeing that Jiang Ningxi was still unwilling, Chen Qingyan was anxiously scratching her head.
Mrs. Chen rolled her eyes and said, "How about this, Ms. Jiang, you can teach Xiaoyan English and add a music lesson on the side."
“If he doesn’t do well in English, he won’t be allowed to take music lessons.”
Jiang Ningxi did not immediately agree, but turned to look at Chen Qingyan.
Chen Qingyan knew, of course, that this was her mother's scheme, but she still had no choice but to agree.
With a determined look, he said, "Fine, I agree."
"Teacher Jiang, could you please do me this favor? Twenty thousand for one class, forty thousand for two classes! Each class is two hours long. Is that alright?"
Jiang Ningxi, of course, had no objection and said, "Yes."
"But there's one condition: I'll occasionally adjust the class schedule, but I won't miss a single minute of the monthly teaching."
“If he can’t make any progress in a month, you can fire me.”
Hearing this made Madam Chen feel even more at ease.
With a beaming smile, he said, "Alright, then you can start your class now. I won't disturb you any longer."
As soon as Madam Chen left, Chen Qingyan looked at Jiang Ningxi with excitement.
"Let's have music class first!"
As a result, he only received a glare from Jiang Ningxi.
"I've prepared an English test paper; I'll talk about it after I finish it."
After saying that, he took the tablet out of his backpack, turned it on, downloaded an English test paper, and handed it to him.
Chen Qingyan: ...
Oh well, I guess I was the one who got manipulated.
So he had no choice but to resign himself to his fate and sit down to start doing the problems.
Half an hour later, Jiang Ningxi picked up her tablet and began grading papers.
She asked questions as she graded the papers.
Which university are you attending now?
“I just entered Yuncheng Business University. My mom went to great lengths to get me in, but I don’t like it at all, so I’m not going.”
“I want to go to music college, but she won’t allow it.” Chen Qingyan said, scratching her head in distress.
[With a brain like yours, it's a wonder your mother even got into business school; I can't help but feel sorry for her.]
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