The one who is a bit nagging is Zhang Xier. His hair is messed up and his clothes are askew.
"snort."
The one who snorted was naturally Wang Zhonglin. He turned his face away and did not look at Ye Zhiqiu.[
"Brat!"
Zhang Xier was furious when he saw Wang Zhonglin's attitude.
He raised his fist, ready to teach him a lesson.
"Zhang Xier, forget it."
Ye Zhiqiu stopped him and couldn't help but smile when he saw how messy he was.
"Are you really free if you don't play for a day? Do you really want to write a checkup?"
Zhang Xier was angry and pointed his finger at Wang Zhonglin.
"Teacher Su, I didn't mean it! It's all this brat! It's him..."
Wang Zhonglin still ignored him, his slightly raised chin showing an expression of disdain.
"The teacher knows, so I won't tell your class teacher."
Ye Zhiqiu smiled: "Okay, okay, look at the mess you made, you are the supervisory committee, right? Go clean it up quickly, don't let that big entrepreneur laugh later."
Ye Zhiqiu's soft words immediately made Zhang Xier feel less angry.
He nodded repeatedly: "Okay, teacher, I understand."
After saying that, he gave a very embarrassed salute before going out with Xiaomei and Xu Jiafei.
Ye Zhiqiu glanced at Wang Zhonglin, who raised his chin higher and didn't even look at her.
Ye Zhiqiu knew that he hated himself for tutoring him, a little kid with no knowledge of Chinese language at all.
Even if I taught him a lesson or two, he would have a long face, as if he owed him a lesson.
He doesn't like listening to her lectures, and she doesn't even bother to tutor him!
If it weren't for the mother's sake of this awkward child, she would have simply regarded him as a floating cloud.[