A few days later, my mother told me that my stepfather was going to hire me a physics tutor.
"Your physics is too bad. Let me tell you, your Uncle Tang's house is full of graduates from 211 and 985. If you can't even pass one of the exams, go back to your father as soon as possible."
She slapped the test paper on my desk angrily: "If you can't pass the test after hiring a tutor for you, don't enter this door in the future!"
I silently bowed my head.
It suddenly occurred to me that the new headteacher had asked me tangledly, why I chose science instead of liberal arts when I was so much better than science.
At that time, I replied in a low voice: "Because my mother said that studying science can find a high-paying job."
He was stunned: "Have you started to use your salary to measure your choices at your age?"
I just smiled embarrassedly.
I need money badly.
Very.
However, the 47-point test in front of me and my mother's roar seemed to remind me constantly that I was not qualified to find a high-paying job.
The door was slammed shut.
The test paper gradually distorted its shape, and a tear fell on the scarlet fork.
I raised my head and whispered to myself, "Don't cry, it's okay, it's okay, as long as you study hard, you will pass the exam."
The tears became more turbulent, I slowly squatted down, crossed my hands, hugged my shoulders, and patted it lightly.
As long as I close my eyes, I can pretend that it is Dad or Mom hugging me.
And I am not talking to myself, but they are encouraging me softly.
...
The agreed tutoring day arrived.
As soon as the door opened, I was dumbfounded.
The visitor was calm and composed, and glanced at my face: "Hot?"
Then reached out and lowered the temperature of the warm air.
It's Tang Hai.
Wearing a black hoodie and sweatpants, with a sports headband on his forehead, he looks fresh and handsome as if he just got off the sports field.
There was no way he was eight years older than me.
I couldn't help asking, "Uncle, why do you have time to come?"
Tang Hai shrugged: "I was the only one in my family who had a holiday, so I was arrested."
It turned out to be like this.
He pulled out his chair and sat down, picked up my physics paper and looked at it, with a half-smile: "Student Lan Muyi, your physics foundation is not very solid."
I was ashamed as hell: "I studied hard, but the teacher talked too fast."
I was transferred to the best science class as the number one in liberal arts. The physics teacher was used to the fast pace, and I couldn't keep up at all.
"Let me explain it to you again. If you don't understand, ask in time." He said lightly.
That tone was very much like my physics teacher, and I stuttered: "Okay...okay."
Tang Hai glanced at me, and abruptly eased his tone, as if coaxing a child: "If you can pass 100 or more in the exam, can I give you a gift?"
Out of 120, test 100?
I frown: "I'm trying."
Tang Hai is indeed a good teacher.
He is very, very smart. Sometimes I can't even describe my thinking when I make a wrong question, but he can get it right.
In order to repay him, I study late at night every night, doing questions, doing questions, and doing questions again.
The immediate consequence was that one day when he was giving a lecture, I didn't even know when I fell asleep.
When I woke up, I was the only one left in the study, and I was wearing his coat.
Oddly enough, I hugged his clothes in my arms and lowered my head to smell them.
The taste of Tang Hai.
Very light tobacco smell, mixed with a little bit of pine aroma.
It is the smell that can be smelled every time he reaches out to give a lecture, or flicks my forehead with his fingers.
The door was opened suddenly, and Tang Haibin came in while talking on the phone: "Okay, I'm still giving a lecture to my niece, hang up."
I hurriedly put his clothes on the table.
He didn't seem to notice my little movements, he just asked me, "Are you awake?"
I was a little at a loss: "Um... sorry."
Tang Hai smiled: "It's me who should say I'm embarrassed. I violated the laws of education and took you to class for ten days. Let me give you a vacation today. Do you want to go to the amusement park?"
His phone rang again, and he picked it up.
I don't know what was said on the other side, Tang Hai pondered for a moment, then looked at me: "Or, do you want to go to the hot spring?"