Whether he is talented or stupid, Lin Xiaoguang thinks it's fine.
Anyway, the ancestors of the Lin family were not educated in farming and education. They had never produced a scholar or a high-ranking official. From this, it can be seen that there was no gene for studying at all. The fact that the old man was able to reach this stage was all due to the old man being arrested in 1937.
If he had not been captured as a young man and not been a member of the national army, he would not have rebelled and become a member of the Eighth Route Army, let alone marry the Yang family.
Without the guidance of the three sons and daughters who were nurtured by the family of poetry and calligraphy, the Lin family would not have four college students. They would only be like the old man who could not read a single Chinese character. Even though he had made many military exploits and served as a soldier for more than 20 years, in the end he would only be a soldier.
Long career change.
He inherited his genes from Lin's father, and Lin Zhongping also inherited his genes from the old man. To say he has a dull talent is, in the final analysis, still talking about the old man.
When Lin Xiaoguang thought about it, he didn't think it was criticism or a lesson, but rather regarded it as encouragement.
Fortunately, after his rebirth, his memory became stronger. He was still as poor at studying science as in his previous life. He was a little better at mathematics and physics, and a little worse at chemistry. However, he studied liberal arts this time, with the blessing of his memory, and the fact that he had studied abroad.
After a lot of hard work, his English has improved rapidly, and there is really no one in the class who can compare with him.
As things went on like this, Bai Yang, who was a study committee member, felt a little ashamed of himself and took the initiative to find him for help.
"What? My learning method?" Lin Xiaoguang was stunned.
He was immersed in typing when someone suddenly came over. He was startled. He came to his senses and packed up the manuscript calmly. He said to her: "Is there any other way to learn English? Just memorize the words? No."
Basic vocabulary, no matter how much grammar knowledge is memorized, it is still zero."
Bai Yang's eyes were very sharp, and he immediately noticed the manuscript paper he was busy closing: "Lin Xiaoguang, what are you writing here? It's so dense. Could it be that you remembered your notes? Let me see."
"I'm sorry, I really can't show you this."
That is to say, Teacher Fu has a good background. He has been abroad, seen the world, knows a lot, has an open mind, and has a good personality, so he dares to show it to her.
For others, forget it.
"What?" Bai Yang was still curious.
Seeing that she was still getting to the bottom of things, Lin Xiaoguang was a little annoyed, so he had to excuse himself: "Don't I love literature? This is a novel I wrote, but it is crude and vulgar, so forget it. Come on, let me tell you what to do.
Learn a foreign language.”
His attitude was firm, Bai Yang was just curious for a moment and gave up immediately.
Lin Xiaoguang is writing a novel, which is actually no secret to dormitory 404.
It's been more than a month since school started, and he hasn't been able to finish his writing. I've never seen him study so tightly. It's just that he doesn't delay in studying, and his study progress is far ahead. He is a literature lover, and everyone knows that he aspires to study in the Chinese Department of Peking University.
, so it’s not surprising.
But whenever someone wanted to take a look at the masterpiece, he would refuse it, as if it was really just graffiti and vulgar.
But only Teacher Fu knows how vulgar it is.
Not long ago, Lin Xiaoguang found a time to hand over 300,000 to Mr. Fu, who had saved 500,000 words in four months since he started writing the manuscript after the college entrance examination in December.
His handwriting is relatively small and neat and dignified. On average, he writes about 500 words on a piece of manuscript paper. There are 20,000 words on a 40-page manuscript paper, totaling 300,000 words. In total, there are 15 manuscript papers, which are thick.
It was such a thick pile that I was stunned by Teacher Fu.
"I didn't expect you to be quite perseverant." She was also somewhat impressed.
"Let's not talk about your writing skills. Let's look at your perseverance. I will help you. Just wait for my good news." Teacher Fu dropped these words and left with the manuscript in his arms.
At that time, Lin Xiaoguang was still very worried: "Teacher Fu, don't lose it, otherwise it will be over."
"rest assured."
Lin Xiaoguang could only rest assured, but he was still praying in his heart that nothing would go wrong. He just waited for her news and started his life as a math tutor. He only hoped that this nephew would not be as talented and dull as him.
Teacher Fu holds a teaching position in Tsinghua University, and she herself was in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs before. He originally thought that his eldest nephew’s family would be in the national ministries, and the tutoring place would be at his home, which is a certain ministry compound.
Unexpectedly, I had gone astray. The tutoring location was at Tsinghua University, either at the Tsinghua Affiliated High School in the northwest or at the Faculty and Staff Family Home in the south.
After that, he met his eldest nephew, Fu Anqing, a first-year student at the High School Affiliated to Tsinghua University.
Fu Anqing was very naughty. On the first day Lin Xiaoguang came to visit, he made a show of force: "My aunt said she found a tutor for me. I thought it was an old man. I didn't expect it was you. You are no bigger than me. Come on.
Listen, what do you know?"
Lin Xiaoguang shook his head: "I don't know anything. I was admitted to Tsinghua University at the age of fifteen. Can you do it? By the way, I just celebrated my sixteenth birthday a month ago."
At this time, Fu Anqing choked and snorted: "I'm in the High School Affiliated to Tsinghua University. It's easy to get admitted to Tsinghua University."
"How easy is that? Can you pass the exam with over 40 points in mathematics? You only have over 40 points in mathematics in the first grade of junior high school. If you continue like this, even if you study liberal arts, you won't even get 20 points by the time you reach the third year of high school. Let me do the math for you.
Even if you get 90% in the other three subjects, your total score is less than 290, what the hell did you do with Tsinghua University?"
Fu Anqing was stunned.
Seeing that Lin Xiaoguang was not tall, had a tender face, and was a college student, he thought he was a civilized person who would be easy to bully, but he didn't expect that he would turn out to be dirty. It was not like that at all.
Lin Xiaoguang is quite good at pretending. He pretends to be a child in front of people older than him, laughing and joking. In front of people younger than him, especially children, he immediately shows his true colors. His words are extremely vulgar, and he will be scolded when he needs to be scolded.
Show no mercy.
His ruffian attitude made Fu Anqing very uncomfortable. He immediately wilted, but he still looked stern and said: "Even if I can't get into Tsinghua University, so what? I can't get into other schools?"
Lin Xiaoguang chuckled: "Peking University and Tsinghua University are number one. Do you understand what it means to be number one?"
"Forget it, I can't even explain it to a little brat like you. You're a loser who can't get into Tsinghua University. You'd better fend for yourself. I'll tell your aunt when I get back that you're too bad and I can't teach you." He shook his head.
Shake his head.
"I'm not a waste!" Fu Anqing was furious.
"You are a waste. You can't even learn math in the first grade of junior high school. You waste air when you are alive, you waste land when you are dead, and you waste RMB when you are half-dead. Think about how easy it is for your parents to raise you so well? Is this how you repay them? If I were you
, I would have killed him if I found a piece of tofu."
"I'll say it again, I'm not a waste." Fu Anqing's eyes were blazing, his chest was heaving, and he was obviously extremely angry.
"Then prove it to your parents!"
With this provocation, Lin Xiaoguang neutralized his ridiculous intimidation. In order to prove that he was not a waste, Fu Anqing, although he hated him as a teacher, he no longer hated learning mathematics.
As a result, Lin Xiaoguang's career as a tutor was on the right track.
On this day, he came to help with homework again. Unexpectedly, Teacher Fu was also there, and there was good news waiting for him.
"What? Is the manuscript OK? Have you already gotten it to Hong Kong?"
"Yes." Teacher Fu smiled brightly: "It's the Hong Kong Commercial Daily, 30 words per thousand words, which is 9,000 Hong Kong dollars, you will make a lot of money!"