"Host, don't forget, you came here to learn."
Jiang Qiao: [Of course I haven't forgotten.]
After eating and drinking, the two finally got down to business and started tutoring.
Jiang Qiao is not good at Chinese. She always has a stubborn mind when answering questions in reading comprehension. For example, if someone asks: Why did the author write that longan is very sweet at the end of the article? What kind of emotion does the author express?
Jiang Qiao replied: Because longan is very sweet, it is placed at the end because the author happened to eat a longan when writing the article, so he wrote it at the end. At the same time, it expresses the author’s love for longan. After all, he did not forget his favorite longan when writing the article.
For example: Why does the author think of his mother in his hometown when he is cooking?
Jiang Qiao replied: Because the dishes the author cooked were from his hometown, but he didn’t learn well when his mother taught him, and the dishes he cooked himself were really unpalatable, so he wanted his mother to come to the city to cook for him.
At the end of the answer, Jiang Qiao even wrote a comment: The author is such an unfilial son. He thinks of his mother when he is cooking, but he doesn’t think of her when he is not cooking!
…
Silence is Cambridge tonight.
Fu Chimu looked at the paper in his hand and fell into long contemplation. He felt that he might not be able to teach her, after all, her thinking seemed a little different.
The system also saw Jiang Qiao's paper through its sea of consciousness and mercilessly mocked him: [Hahahaha, this is hilarious, host. Didn't you go to school? You've left even this top student speechless.]
Jiang Qiao: [Shut up! I wrote this very carefully. I think there's something wrong with the question. I wasn't very good at Chinese before.]
The system figured it out. Jiang Qiao was an orphan, living in an orphanage where the weak were the prey of the strong, with no emotional connections. His greatest wish was to live in peace. Later, he worked hard to become a researcher and joined the Time Travel Bureau, where he also lay down every day. No wonder! Suddenly, I felt a little sorry for the host.
"Aside from Chinese, are there other subjects you can't do well in?" Fu Chimu stared at her.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
