Zhang’s mother, who had endured it several times, was not going to endure it any longer this time. She stepped forward and couldn’t help but reason with the dance teacher:
"As a teacher, is this what you should say to your students? Do you still have any teacher ethics?
Moreover, Mu Mu’s movements just now were obviously very good, but you have been criticizing. Mu Mu has only come to class for the second day today. If Mu Mu can dance perfectly after only one day of class, then he still needs you as a teacher.
do what?"
Listening to Zhang Ma's scolding, the dance teacher's temper also rose. Thinking that Shen Mingyue gave her so much money just to embarrass Qiao Simu, she became even more confident:
"She didn't do well, so I still have to praise her blindly so that she can still make progress?
If you feel that my teaching is not good or wrong, fine, you can teach it yourself. There are so many people begging me to teach me how to dance every year, and I am not short of a student like you."
Listening to the dance teacher's words, Zhang's mother became even more angry: "I'm going to ask around now to see if your institution has this attitude towards teaching people."
"Zhang Ma." Qiao Simu gently pulled Zhang Ma's arm and shook his head at her.
Zhang's mother looked at Qiao Simu's fair little face and the thin layer of sweat on her forehead, and felt a little distressed in her heart: "I'm so tired."
Qiao Simu raised a bright smile and said, "Mumu am not tired, this is fun."
Seeing Qiao Simu's indifference that she didn't care at all, Zhang Ma felt relieved and distressed at the same time, and gently touched her hair.
"If you find it hard and unhappy, it will be the same if we study in another place."
Qiao Simu smiled and said, "Mumu is really not tired."
Then he said to the dance teacher: "Teacher, let's continue."
The dance teacher frowned slightly and looked at Qiao Simu with a bit of suspicion on his face.
I don’t know if this is really stupid or fake.
She had just hoped that Zhang Ma would take this classmate Qiao away in a fit of anger, so that she would not have to work for them in the future and could get another sum of money for nothing.
The money Classmate Shen gave her this morning was equivalent to her two months' salary plus bonus.
In the next few days, the dance teacher continued to teach Qiao Simu with a very strict attitude, even harsh at one point.
I thought that Qiao Simu, who looked at the cute Didi, in Shen Mingyue's words, was a person who was pampered and grew up. He should have been scolded a few times before he couldn't stand it and dropped out of school.
In the end, the only one who got angry every time was Zhang Ma. This classmate Qiao was like a ball of cotton. No matter what she said, she looked indifferent and just concentrated on practicing dancing.
In the past two days, even the easily angry Zhang Ma stopped scolding classmate Qiao when she heard her scolding her.
This made the dance teacher's punch hit the cotton feel even harder.
For Qiao Simu, the movements practiced in the dance studio couldn't be easier. Compared with some previous training, it was nothing.
The most important thing is that this place is right in the city center and has a huge flow of people, which greatly facilitates her to hide in the crowd and communicate with people in the laboratory.
With more direct and timely communication, the prescription for Fu Zhuochen can also be changed in a more timely manner.
In the past few days, she had watched Fu Zhuochen recuperate at home, and the results were getting better day by day.
Good things come one after another.
On this day, Qiao Simu received a photo from Qu Huihui while he was resting.
The person in the photo is a little older, looking about thirty or forty years old, but he is very good-looking and charming.
Qu Huihui said: [Dr. Qiao, regarding Fu Zhuochen’s tattoo, I found the person who tattooed him. 】
[His tattoo was given to him by my teacher. It is some years old. If Dr. Qiao wants to know more, you can ask my teacher. 】
[It’s just that the teacher hasn’t contacted me for a long time, and he hasn’t appeared in the tattoo industry for a long time. I don’t know if he has changed careers now.]
[This is his photo. If Dr. Qiao knows many people, you can ask someone to inquire.]
Qiao Siyu: [Thank you very much]
Although there is no detailed information about Teacher Qu Huihui, at least there are photos, which is better than finding a needle in a haystack.
Qiao Simu sent this photo to Situ Qing and asked him to help check it.
Zhang's mother came over with her mobile phone and asked Qiao Simu: "Mumu, why did you suddenly send me this photo?"
Qiao Simu's heart skipped a beat, and Wang Leiyang glanced at Zhang's mother's phone.
The one shown above shows a link sent to her by Zhang's mother, and immediately below the link are the photos she sent to her.
It seems that just when I was about to send a photo to Situ Qing, Zhang's mother's message accidentally popped up and I sent it to Zhang's mother.
Qiao Simu's heartbeat couldn't help but accelerate, and the expression on his face tried to remain calm: "He is good-looking!"
Zhang Ma looked at Qiao Simu's nymphomaniac look and glared at her angrily: "Don't you always think Mr. Chen is good-looking?"
Qiao Simu thought seriously: "It's different. My good-looking brother is good-looking! This uncle is good-looking too!"
"Okay." Zhang Ma smiled helplessly.
She finally understood that this little girl was a nymphomaniac.
Seeing Zhang Ma's appearance, Qiao Simu felt a little relieved.
It finally came full circle.
"But where did you see this photo?" Zhang's mother asked again.
Qiao Simu just breathed a sigh of relief and immediately lifted it up again, his heart beating wildly.
Before Qiao Simu could answer, Zhang Ma added, "This looks a bit familiar."
Qiao Simu: "?!!"
Zhang Ma actually knows Qu Huihui’s teacher?
Zhang Ma clicked on the link she just sent to Qiao Simu, scrolled down, and showed her phone to Qiao Simu:
"I said, why do I think this person looks so familiar? It turns out that he is one of the judges of the dance competition.
You also saw this article, so you saw him, right?"
Qiao Simu tried hard to control her excitement and nodded along with Zhang Ma's words.
Zhang Ma smiled and said to Qiao Simu: "You really only know how to look at pictures, right?"
For such a long article, Qiao Simu was able to find the judge's photo so quickly, and he definitely didn't read the previous paragraph.
Qiao Simu scratched his head, lowered his head, and showed an embarrassed smile.
In fact, he lowered his head to hide the joy and excitement in his eyes.
I didn't know how long it would take to find Qu Huihui's teacher, but I didn't expect that I would find him right now.
A judge in a dance competition?
Zhang's mother continued: "I just saw this registration notice. Every teacher in the dance class will bring outstanding students to participate in this competition. I actually really want you to participate. It would be great if you can win a prize by the way."
Yes, it’s just..."
It's just these days that she has finally figured it out. This dance teacher just doesn't like them and it would be difficult for them to participate in the competition.