Living Next To The Male God

The head teacher and Tang Hongjun praised each other a few words, and felt that this person was warm and thoughtful and cared very much about Xia Ye, and couldn't help but say a few more words.

Xia Ye quickly said, "Teacher, Uncle Tang is busy."

Tang Hongjun said enthusiastically: "I'm okay, the child's business is the most important thing!"

The head teacher smiled and nodded, and felt more like this big intellectual: "Yes, yes, I said the same, this child is thin-skinned, I am embarrassed to mention it, but isn't it the most critical time? Alas, your family There are children, too? You know what happened at school. There are too many monks and porridge, and we can’t make up for them one by one. After all, there are so many children in the class!"

Tang Hongjun obviously didn't know, but he nodded, "That's how it is, it's not easy for any industry or industry now."

The head teacher became more kind, rubbing his hands and said, "What, is it convenient for you today?"

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"Convenient! Come on!"

Xia Ye tried to stand in front, but he couldn't stop Tang Hongjun's enthusiasm. He watched Tang Hongjun take the teacher to the next door. His scalp was numb, and he couldn't remember how to make up the nonsense in front of the head teacher at this moment. He couldn't remember the lie. He didn't know how to make it round for a while, so he could only bite the bullet and follow along.

The Tang family had just eaten dinner and was watching TV.

When Tang Jinyu saw someone coming in, he first saw Xia Ye, raised his face and shouted "Brother". He had not picked off his bib, and there was half an orange in it, and he was eating it while holding the orange petals.

Tang Hongjun hugged him and kissed him. He was not perfunctory at all because of his young age. He carefully introduced him: "This is my son Tang Jinyu, Xiaoyu, this is your Xia Ye brother's teacher. You have to call the teacher. ,do you know?"

"Hi teacher~" The child yelled earnestly, with curiosity in his eyes.

The head teacher didn't expect that the child in Tanggong's family was such a small child, and said hello to him with a smile.

Chen Suling got up to take her son from her husband, and said with a smile: "You talk, I'll take Xiaoyu in for fun."

Tang Hongjun makes tea to entertain him. He has a good temper and knows a lot. He can chat with anyone.

The head teacher talked very well in this kind of home away from home atmosphere. No matter what he said, Tang Gong could raise him to a high level and praise him seriously.

Xia Ye sat on the side and listened carefully to them. The two of them were like Tai Chi. He could understand the reason why their teacher went around in circles. He just wanted to ask the neighbor to make up for him, but he didn’t understand the next door Uncle Tang. Why is it also a very high hand.

After listening for a while, Xia Ye suddenly rolled over a small ball.

There was the sound of footsteps in the hallway. I stopped by the wall of the hallway and probed into the living room. After the child's sight collided with him, he retracted, and it took a while before a small head slowly emerged.

As if his movements slowed down, he just disappeared.

Xia Ye stooped to pick up the little ball and threw it back along the same path.

The little skin ball Gulu rolled over to the corridor, half in the light and half in the dark, and was quickly taken away by a small hand.

No need to look at Xia Ye, you can imagine how happily the little fool is laughing now. He might even run with a ball in both hands, just like the well-trained little seal in the aquarium. Not only can he play with a ball, but also use two. Little short hands clapped in front of (胸xiong)—

Xia Ye's face turned a little weird, and he took a peek at Tang Gong next to him.

He remembered why this enthusiasm is so familiar, the Tang family father and son are exactly the same as the champions.

Xia Ye heard that their teacher had slowly come to the key word, sitting there with a dull expression waiting for death.

Tang Gong's enthusiasm played a role again.

The head teacher teaches mathematics. He usually works in an ivory tower like a school, and he doesn’t have much contact with the outside world. He didn’t know what to talk about, so he remembered that Xia Ye mentioned that this neighbor is a returnee, thinking about starting academically. Talk about knowledge and build up feelings for each other.

But Tang Hongjun was sincere about people and things. Hearing him mention a few books, he just had them on the shelf, so he brought them to the teacher, "Is that right? I just have two books on analytical number theory. On the one hand, if you don’t dislike it, take it back and see it!"

The head teacher originally only mentioned one sentence, and was very pleasantly surprised when he took the book: "Yes, yes, it's Tang 顤 鴗鴗 摹Bi Ang Guhuang low and smashed only ash into Xiamen vinegar pong 桓銮 ├convex maple bend decree A beat the vinegar Nuo Mu stick to paralyze the prying zhang jian ni sled reef horseshoe crab frame br/>

The head teacher trembles a little, reading the book and then Tang Hongjun, and I can't believe it a few times back and forth: "Dean Tang, who is he?"

Tang Hongjun smiled and said, "It's my father."

The head teacher almost knelt to him.

He is now just like seeing a sweeping monk, living in the unremarkable tube building, he is a masterpiece of martial arts secrets, the most terrible original person is his father.

Tang Gong said enthusiastically: "Teacher, you have tea!"

The teacher in charge now wants to hit the quick-acting heart-relief pill.

He graduated from the Department of Mathematics. He has been studying the Eight Classics for seven years. Their school ranks a little bit in the country. Learn with Mr. Tang!

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The teacher in charge of holding the book did not dare to turn it, fearing that the page would be folded, so he wished to confess the book now.

Tang Hongjun poured him another cup of hot tea and said, "You mentioned Xia Ye's achievements just now?"

The head teacher forgot what he had originally thought, and when he heard him ask, he nodded and said: "Yes, yes, I'm sorry to say that I'm bothering you. Natsuno's grades have improved very quickly, and this month-end exam has improved three places at once. Great progress! Now! It’s not a few months since the high school entrance examination. I hope you can continue to bother and take him more..."

Xia Ye hurriedly said, "Teacher, Uncle Tang is usually very busy, so I can review more by myself."

The head teacher looked at him with a complicated expression. He didn't know what kind of bears he was in. If he couldn't walk away with the task of teaching, he would like to take his place!

Tang Hongjun didn’t understand, but it didn’t hinder him from socializing: "It’s okay, it’s okay. I was busy a while ago, but I’m not busy now. What do you want me to take him with?"

The head teacher pleased: "It's okay, just do the questions casually. I didn't worry at all if I knew that you were Dean Tang's son, haha. Actually, I'm here to talk to you about Xia Ye's make-up lessons!"

"Make up class?"

"Natsuno was before..."

"Teacher! I didn't have very good grades before."

Xia Ye stood there with a somewhat unspeakable look.

The head teacher immediately understood, what kind of person is Dean Tang? It is not an exaggeration to say that he is Taishan Beidou in the mathematics world, let alone Xia Ye, even if he stands in front of the old dean, he is only shameful-he wrote How does this topic deserve to be seen in front of your husband?

Xia Ye vaguely said, "Teacher, let me talk to Uncle Tang by myself."

The head teacher is not worried about his grades at all, and he smiled and stood up and said: "Well, you guys talk, Xia Ye, remember that you must seize the opportunity and study hard. Your chance to change your destiny lies in your own hands, you know? "

Xia Ye nodded, "I will send you downstairs."

Tang Hongjun took his coat and said with a smile: "I will go too."

The head teacher was sent down by the idol's son, still holding the book with his signature in his arms, and walking like a dream, he walked.

After sending away the visiting teacher, Tang Hongjun stood there without busy going upstairs, shouting to Xia Ye, and after watching him for a long time, he said slowly: "Did you lie to your teacher?"

Xia Ye clicked in his heart.

Tang Hongjun patted him on the shoulder the next moment, "Did everyone else find a cram school, but you didn't find it, that's why you said that?"

Xia Ye was a little embarrassed and reluctantly nodded (qiang) to admit it. This is better than exposing (exposing) his part-time job.

Tang Hongjun misunderstood. He thought of the money that Xia Ye would return during the Chinese New Year. Teacher Xia’s medical expenses are not small, and he is sick all the year round. The father and son can only be regarded as a place to shelter from the wind and rain. Xia Ye ate better than ordinary students. More bitter, but also more arrogant, and will not easily ask others for nothing. He sighed in his heart and added a little weight with his palm on Xia Ye's shoulders. He whispered to discuss with him: "It was Uncle Tang's mistake before, and the cram school I was looking for may not be suitable for you. In this way, you don't If you feel uncomfortable, come to Uncle Tang’s house and take an hour every night to give you counseling. What do you think?"

Xia Ye suddenly raised her head, "Uncle Tang doesn't need it, really, I can learn more by myself and make more workbooks..."

Tang Hongjun laughed and took him upstairs enthusiastically, and said beyond doubt: "That's it. I'll go and tell your dad."

The supplementary lesson was passed immediately by Teacher Xia. Teacher Xia himself is proficient in various instruments and can be said to be an all-rounder. However, his son is a sound silly and can't help at all. Tang Hongjun is willing to help at this moment. That's great!

Tang Hongjun smiled and said, "This is just right. You take my Xiaoyu, and Xia Ye takes it for me. I heard that people who learn cross talk are like this. They give their sons to their partners to be apprentices, just because they can't be ruthless to discipline them!"

Teacher Xia also smiled and shook his head: "You can control Xia Ye ruthlessly, I can't bear to bear Xiaoyu so good."

A smile appeared on Tang Hongjun's face, and he thought to himself, he himself couldn't bear to touch the baby with a finger!

Xia Ye stayed next door and started to make up lessons.

Tang Hongjun taught him for more than an hour that night.

Xia Ye didn't want to pinch the size anymore. The computer in his bedroom was still on, and he didn't know how the "little spiders" that spewed out were monitored. It was inevitable to be anxious if something happened. Tang Hongjun taught them all over again.

Tang Hongjun was stunned!

He looked at the questions listed on the manuscript paper. They were all the wrong questions on the math test paper he brought from Xia Ye. He made several changes, and the last two questions increased the difficulty. Here are just two hints. , Xia Ye's immersion in it all solved it!

"Xia Ye, you are a genius!"

"No, Uncle Tang taught well."

Tang Hong's intentions were still unfinished, and he still wanted to lead him to do the questions.

Xia Ye said, "Uncle Tang, I want to go back to review and consolidate what I learned tonight."

Tang Hongjun put away his pen and nodded, "That's right, you can't chew too much, you can go back and read it again to deepen your impression. You did a good job today!"

Xia Ye stood up and collected the exercise book, thanked him politely, and walked away quickly.