After having dinner alone in a small restaurant, Yang Jingxing rushed to meet with Yu Jiajia's class teacher, Ouyang Lin. The meeting place was Ouyang Lin's suggestion. It was at a Starbucks cafe under a shopping mall not far from the elementary school. It was also close to Yang Jingxing's home.

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Yang Jingxing arrived ten minutes early. Although he did not describe himself to each other on the phone half an hour ago, Yang Jingxing, who was standing at the entrance, quickly made eye contact with Ouyang Lin who was sitting inside. Yang Jingxing smiled politely first and said,

Ouyang Lin tentatively raised her hand, and Yang Jingxing caught up with him even more brilliantly.

"Hello, Teacher Ouyang." Yang Jingxing said enthusiastically, "Sorry for the long wait."

The teacher was more rigorous: "No, I just arrived. It's me, and you are Yang Jingxing." After saying that, he stood up. He was about 27 or 28 years old, a little over 1.6 meters tall, with a well-proportioned figure. He was wearing a dress that looked good and echoed the temperament of a primary school teacher.

Her face is above average, but she lacks the elegance of young women in international metropolises and is relatively simple.

Yang Jingxing nodded and said, "I am Yang Jingxing...not as high-minded as Jiajia's composition."

"Oh... yes." Teacher Ouyang Lin also smiled: "Hello." She extended her hand.

Yang Jingxing shook hands: "Please sit down... I've delayed the teacher's rest time. I should have gone to school. I've been a little busy these days."

"It doesn't matter." Ouyang Lin took her seat and tugged at the hem of her skirt: "Thank you too... Let's order something to drink." She didn't have it yet.

Yang Jingxing was sensible: "What do you want? I'll go."

Ouyang Lin set off by herself, and then together she ordered a drink for fifty or sixty yuan, and rushed to pay the bill. Yang Jingxing didn't insist too much, thank you Ouyang Lin.

After taking the drink and sitting down, Ouyang Lin put the change in her wallet and took out a small notebook from her bag. There was a piece of paper in the notebook. She unfolded it and handed it to Yang Jingxing: "Take a look."

The teacher is really attentive. He must have sorted out the status of the children in his class. The list marks which child has learned what instrument or has had any performance experience. It is quite detailed. For example, Yu Jiajia has been learning piano since she was three years old, and

Award winning.

Why worry that the music industry in our country is not booming? There are more than forty children in one class, and more than half of them have received music training since childhood or in extracurricular training. There are many violins and pianos, many guzheng and cucurbits, and some specialize in singing.

, there are also students in the class who are in the school drum band.

Yang Jingxing took a look and praised: "They are all great. Entering the base camp is so stressful."

Ouyang Lin twitched the corner of her mouth: "Look at what requests you have, the school will try its best to meet them. The school is more supportive of this activity of our class."

Yang Jingxing nodded: "The most important request is that if I get cold feet and don't know what to say, you have to save me."

Ouyang Lin chuckled: "No... the students are very cute and won't deliberately cause trouble."

Yang Jingxing nodded: "That's good. Thank you teacher for teaching me well."

Ouyang Lin smiled modestly: "Do you need a piano or an electronic classroom?"

Yang Jingxing thanked: "No need, I will bring some simple ones myself... If I play guitar or flute, will it affect the class next to me?"

Ouyang Lin said no, and then took her notebook and shared with Yang Jingxing the music lessons in the class this semester, hoping to be helpful to Yang Jingxing: "...if you introduce it in this way, it will arouse their resonance and be more effective."

Yang Jingxing nodded repeatedly and suddenly realized: "Yes, yes, why didn't I think of it..."

When the two chatted, Ouyang Lin learned that Yang Jingxing was also a teacher, but the situation was very different. The world of primary school students was completely different, and primary school students today were very different from before.

Ouyang Lin was very willing to impart experience or give suggestions to Yang Jingxing. When talking about these things, she was very involved and enthusiastic. However, when the topic was moved to other places, it was inevitable that she would feel alienated from a stranger.

Yang Jingxing tried to absorb more experience: "So you can't treat them like children?"

Ouyang Lin nodded and smiled, talking about the last time she invited a high school student who won a Mathematical Olympiad to her class. The high school student's opening remarks were "Hello, kids," which almost made the whole room burst into laughter and made the high school student blush all over...

Yang Jingxing was scared: "It's really hard for the seniors to help me learn lessons."

Ouyang Lin giggled, then became serious and serious, saying that the students actually meant no harm and that they had also received positive influence from the high school students.

Yang Jingxing nodded: "I'm also trying to decide on a theme, working hard to cherish time. Isn't it too heavy for them?"

Ouyang Lin said no, but she could change the term to be more relevant to primary school students...

Speaking of which, elementary school is about to go on summer vacation and is also preparing for the final exam. Yang Jingxing can also give some encouragement. Yang Jingxing originally thought that elementary school students are very relaxed now, but who knows that the pressure is also quite high, and test scores are still very important.

Yang Jingxing was suddenly curious: "How many years have you been working?"

Ouyang Lin didn't need to think back: "Six years, three years as head teacher."

"I have been teaching Chinese." Yang Jingxing said nonchalantly: "You just started taking classes, so you have to prepare lessons. Do you still remember how you studied those texts when you were a child?"

Ouyang Lin understood what Yang Jingxing meant and said that although the current textbooks are very different from those more than ten years ago, there are still memories. At first, it really gave people a special and beautiful feeling, such as that and so on.

It's all in primary school textbooks.

Yang Jingxing can also recite poems: "...I don't know who cut out the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors. I will never forget it. I couldn't recite it for two consecutive days and was asked to stand on the podium."

Ouyang Lin giggled again: "At that time, your teacher could not have imagined that you would be what you are today...Teaching students in accordance with their aptitude is very important, but it is too difficult to implement. It is not only a problem in China, but also in the world."

Yang Jingxing nodded: "Actually, I don't think it's necessary to be too demanding... I think your form is very good, very good."

Ouyang Lin hehe: "Just do your best...Thank you for your support."

Yang Jingxing sighed: "I am lucky and have met many good teachers during my student life, so I respect this profession very much."

Ouyang Lin was embarrassed again and modestly said that she was just a primary school teacher. Yang Jingxing firmly disagreed. Primary school is the foundation...

The two of them had a pretty good chat. Unknowingly, they sat there until it was completely dark. Nearly an hour had passed, and Ouyang Lin had emptied the cup of coffee with such symbolic sips.

Yang Jingxing looked at his cell phone. He saw a call from his mother. He had to answer it. He walked away and talked for a while. Then when he went back, Ouyang Lin took the initiative: "Do you think there is anything unexpected? I won't delay you."

Ouyang Lin didn't need Yang Jingxing to see her off or help stop the car. The two of them would meet tomorrow.

Yang Jingxing was also attentive. Before going home, he sat at Jiajia's house for a long time, borrowed Jiajia's textbooks and read them carefully, including Chinese, Mathematics, Morality, Music, Science, and English, and even let Jiajia be his teacher for a while.

Jiajia's mother didn't expect Yang Jingxing to take it so seriously. She was so embarrassed that she could only make some fruit salad to reward the teacher and student.

Yu Jiajia is trustworthy, so she goes next door to ring the doorbell and inform her good friend Lang Xinyan that Teacher Yang will go to school tomorrow morning.

Lang Xinyan's mother is really good at calculating. She can let both children go to school in Yang Jingxing's car, so she doesn't have to send them off. It would be nice to have a day off and sleep in.

Yang Jingxing apologized. He went to school earlier than his students and had to prepare.

Lang Xinyan didn't mind getting up early, so she grabbed Yang Jingxing's arm and lowered it: "...You promise me, you promise me, or you won't let go!" She wanted Brother Yang to promise in advance that when such a thing would happen in her class, Yang Jingxing would

You must actively participate without any conditions.

The little girl's parents didn't care and just laughed and watched the fun. Yang Jingxing said, "Okay, I'll go when I have time."

"You are cunning." Children are indeed different now, not to mention the fourth grader, Lang Xinyan does not regress: "Whether there is time or not, there must be time, it must be!"

Yang Jingxing said: "How is it possible that we adults are as fun as you? Do we have to work? There are many things..."

Lang Xinyan took Yang Jingxing's hand and swung it on the swing, humming: "I want it, I want it!"

Yang Jingxing still wanted to show his majesty as an adult: "Let go and I'll talk to you."

Lang Xinyan hung her arms and looked up. She let go, stood firm, and walked away. She was going back to her home immediately. She raised her hands as if to wipe her tears.

Lang's mother was obviously distressed and hurriedly chased after her: "Xinyan..."

Father Lang was a little caught off guard, but he still chuckled: "Little crybaby."

In the end, it was Yang Jingxing who went to Lang's house to apologize to the little girl, but he did not show any disrespect and maintained some dignity: "... Even if there is only one percent chance of not being able to do it, there is no guarantee. This is a matter of credibility.

But I’ll try my best, okay?”

Lang Xinyan ignored Yang Jingxing and ravaged the teddy bear in her hand with red eyes.

Lang's mother helped to speak, and Lang's father also said some kind words, but the most effective words were Yu Jiajia's words: "It's so irrational to be angry about something that hasn't happened yet."

Lang Xinyan was very sure and angry: "It happened!"

Yu Jiajia was also reasonable. People of the same age should know themselves and their enemies, which should not be underestimated. Lang Xinyan was also useless. The fourth grader was completely suppressed by the third grader, which made her eyes even redder. Tears rolled down her eyes again.

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Yang Jingxing had experienced Zhao Yiyi's tears, which accumulated in his eyes or hung on his little face. They were really crystal clear, and combined with his spoiled little temper, their power was extraordinary.

Lang Xinyan, who is in fourth grade, is sitting on the sofa. She looks like a little girl because she is wearing cute cartoon clothes and a ponytail, with a wronged and stubborn expression.

Yang Jingxing was really spineless: "Okay, it's my fault, I apologize."

Lang Xinyan ignored her for two seconds and then glanced kindly: "...Don't force it so hard."

"Don't force it." Yang Jingxing said, "But you also have to promise me to notify me in advance like Jiajia. And Jiajia is great, so it will be very honorable for me to go to school as her teacher."

Lang Xinyan was angry: "Do I have no face?"

Yang Jingxing didn't even communicate with his parents before he laughed: "Jiajia is among the top ten in the class, what about you?"

Lang Xinyan screamed and wanted to throw the teddy bear to death.

Father Lang is also unprincipled. Just work hard next time, or try hard this time and review carefully. The top ten is just trivial.

Yang Jingxing promised that as long as he was in the top ten, he would be there at any time, and he would send the two little girls to school tomorrow.

Lang Xinyan is also vicious: "Keep your word, otherwise you will never get a girlfriend."

Yang Jingxing was startled: "Oh my god... I won't say anything anymore. I'll go back and go to bed early."

Lang Xinyan didn't let go: "Pull the hook..."

On Friday morning, maybe because he was afraid that his vow would come true, Yang Jingxing kept his promise and went downstairs at seven o'clock because he had to take two students to have breakfast.

Jiajia's father hasn't gotten up yet, but responsible mothers are already ready. Lang Xinyan's mother also showed her true face today. Her hair is disheveled and she has no makeup, so she doesn't dare to open the door fully. She complained to her neighbor: "It's not even six o'clock yet."

Just ask me to comb my hair, why don’t I give it to you myself...I’ll go get some sleep!"

Although they were wearing school uniforms of white shirts and black long skirts that did not pay attention to details, the two little girls still tried their best to be grand wherever they could make a fuss. The braid on Yu Jiajia's head must have taken a lot of time, and Lang Xinyan's long shawl hair was also embellished.

Enough hairpins, and then put them on the shoes and socks.

Lang Xinyan did not hold grudges at all, showing the hairpin in her ear: "Is it beautiful?"

Yang Jingxing hid: "There is one more thing I forgot to mention yesterday. You are not allowed to hold my hand again."

Lang Xinyan didn't understand: "Why?"

Yang Jingxing said shamelessly: "I am a musician and pianist. I need to be steady and serious. Do you understand?"
Chapter completed!