The next day, Wen Xia was awakened by Qin Mo's harassment. She met the man's lustful eyes and said, "..."

She understood and turned her back to him, moved to the side and continued to sleep.

The man chuckled, and the next second, his body sank slightly. He embraced her from behind and lifted up her nightgown...

Wen Xia suddenly woke up, "..."

Damn Qin Mo.

divorce!

…

Wen Xia didn't "pay attention" to Qin Mo until he left. She slept in bed for a while longer and got up at 9:20 to wash her face and brush her teeth.

We arrived at the He family at around 9:50.

This time it was a middle-aged man who came to her door.

It should be He Qian’s father.

After Wen Xia greeted politely, she went into He Qian's bedroom. He Qian was doing her homework at the moment, but she wasn't doing it very seriously.

After she sat down, she said, "Have you finished the homework assigned yesterday? Show it to me for inspection."

He Qian gave her the homework, and she only did a small part of it. Wen Xia pursed her lips, looked at her straight, and finally couldn't help getting angry.

She said with the authority of a teacher: "If you don't want to take extra classes, you can tell your parents."

“There’s no need to waste money on tutoring.”

"A few hundred dollars may not seem like much money to you, but it's all your parents' hard-earned money."

"You may think that they make money easily, but you can go and experience it yourself. Money doesn't come easily. It's not that easy to make."

"He Qian, no one can accommodate you forever, and indulge you forever, not even your parents."

After she finished speaking, she packed up her books and said, "He Qian, you are very smart. If you work hard, you will definitely be able to go to a good university."

"Sorry, I don't want to be a tutor anymore." Then she left.

A tutor is not a teacher. A teacher can teach students harshly, but a tutor cannot. Parents do not understand and will only blame the tutor.

He Qian stood there in a daze with complicated feelings. It had been many years since she heard the words "You are quite smart".

The reason why she didn't want to study anymore was because of the teacher's question: He Qian, did you plagiarize? She didn't understand why the results of her hard work were considered plagiarism in the eyes of others.

…

Wen Xia said a few words of apology to He Qian's father. He Qian's father probably knew what his daughter was like, so he sighed and asked her to understand.

He didn't make things difficult for her and paid her her previous salary.

After going downstairs, Wen Xia couldn't help but sigh. He Qian was so much like her before.

Suddenly, a voice was heard, "Teacher Wen."

She turned her head and saw He Qian. She didn't expect this and was a little surprised, but she still asked calmly, "What's wrong?"

He Qian said calmly but a little depressed: "It's not that I didn't try hard, it's just that it's useless even if I tried hard. The teacher doesn't believe me, and my classmates don't believe me either."

Wen Xia was stunned for a moment, and suddenly understood. To be honest, she didn't understand why teachers questioned students for plagiarizing. Adolescents are sensitive and suspicious, and it is easy to discourage children's enthusiasm.

She said seriously: "I believe you."

She then asked, "Why is it useless? Because others don't recognize it?"

“Your efforts are not for others to see, but for yourself. No one can deny your efforts except yourself.”

"He Qian, come on, just for yourself."

"When you figure it out, if you're willing to let me tutor you, you can contact me anytime."

…

After returning home, Wen Xia curled up on the sofa and sighed a few times. The more she thought about it, the more depressed she became. Finally, she looked up air tickets on her phone and bought the nearest ticket to go home.

The house was very quiet when Wend was not at home. Every time she came back, the full refrigerator was empty with only a bottle of beer.

She pursed her lips and went back into Winder's bedroom, where a faint smell of cigarette smoke still lingered in the air.

He smokes.

She opened the windowsill to let in some air, then cleaned Winder's room, changed the sheets and quilt covers, and threw them in the washing machine to wash.

After finishing all this, it was almost four o'clock in the afternoon, and it was time for Qin Mo to give a speech at Jiazhong.

She changed into a white cotton coat, wrapped herself in a yellow scarf, and wrapped herself tightly before going out.

The uncle at the school gate obviously remembered her and joked with a smile: "Your boyfriend just went in."

Wen Xia smiled shyly and pointed inside, "Uncle, can I come in?"

"Sure." The uncle let her in enthusiastically.

At this time, the students were carrying stools to the playground. This winter was colder than in previous years. Some students wore hats and held each other in groups of two or three to keep warm.

Wen Xia was not noticeable among the high school students, especially since the scarf covered most of her face.

The cold wind blew, and she couldn't help stamping her feet. If she had known, she would have worn an extra pair of pants.

Followed the students to the playground.

At first glance, I saw Qin Mo, a well-dressed and good student, talking to the principal.

She snorted in her heart, he was obviously a hooligan.

After everyone sat down, she realized that she had no stool and was about to leave the playground.

The dean looked in her direction, but couldn't see the person clearly because she was too far away. He held the microphone and shouted, "The student in white clothes, please sit down quickly."

Wen Xia: “…”

Seeing that everyone was looking over here, she quickly squatted down.

Qin Mo glanced over here unintentionally and immediately recognized Wen Xia. He raised the corner of his mouth in surprise and said to the dean next to him: "Teacher He, can I bring a stool to my girlfriend?"

Dean of Studies: “…”

headmaster:"……"

He coughed unnaturally, "Director He, have someone get it."

The dean asked a male student from the nearest class to get a stool for Wen Xia.

Although all the students in the school didn't know what was going on, they all looked at Wen Xia.

Wen Xia thanked him with a red face and pulled her scarf up a little.

The students in the class closest to her kept looking over here and whispered, "She looks like Senior Sister Wen Xia."

“I think so.”

"Oh my god, I'm so excited. She feels so beautiful."

Wen Xia: “…”

Suddenly the phone in her pocket vibrated, she took it out and looked at it: Wife, I can hardly see you anymore.

Qin Mo was "ridiculing" her for wrapping a scarf.

She didn't want to bother with this guy.

Soon the principal's voice was heard from the podium, in the same old-fashioned and long way as usual. After about seven or eight minutes, he handed the microphone to Qin Mo.

Qin Mo was wearing a black short cotton jacket with a military green sweatshirt underneath. His long legs were wrapped in black jeans and he was wearing white sneakers.

He held the microphone: "Hello everyone, I am Qin Mo..."

He talked about the teaching environment and methods at B University, and finally gave some encouraging words.

Wen Xia secretly scoffed in his heart, thinking that this guy must have borrowed it from the Internet.

It was almost over when one of the boys shouted, "Senior, why isn't your girlfriend here?"

The principal's face turned black. He finally invited me to set an example for you. Where are you focusing on? Qin Mo just handed over the microphone and took it back. "She's here. She's waiting for me downstairs."

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